Halfling (Monstrous World, #1)

by S.E. Wendel

But this female had fussed over him, cared for him, cried for him, and, most stunning of all, came back for him. So even if she would never be his, he knew as surely as he did that he had ten fingers and a scar bisecting two knuckles on his left hand that he was irrevocably, forever hers. However she wanted him, however she needed him—just hers. And that was enough. This female had earned his admiration, his protection, his devotion. Whatever time he had left with her, he would make it be enough.

When she gazed at Orek, seeing his shy smile and the way he looked at her, as if he almost couldn’t believe she stood there beside him, she knew they were on the cusp of something wonderful.

“I’ve never truly belonged anywhere. To anyone. But Sorcha, mate, I’m yours. If being part of your clan is what I must do to have you, then I’ll do it. Gladly. Because you are my life now.”