I was lucky to find my soulmate. And cursed to have lost him so soon after . . .

I thought Tarfu was my happy ending. Until he went missing in battle. At first I waited patiently. Then anxiously. Then finally, hopelessly.

Three years have passed. Orc males in his clan begin to circle me. Looking to claim me.

But if I know my mate, Tarfu will never stop till he comes back to me. He will always be searching for me. Always loving me.

And when he comes through my door again, my face will break out in joy. And I'll present him a gift for finally making it back to us.

Our son.

Contains mature themes.