How did this world not have a word for such a thing—what their mouths did when they wanted to taste their love?

The Wildborn begins with two deeply damaged people colliding on a dying planet neither of them was meant to inhabit. Airik is a twenty-six-year-old morazir, a warrior forged from childhood to become a weapon for the Veynari Empire. Raised under a doctrine that demands he remain untouched, untaken, and unconquered, he has spent years carrying out orders that has pushed him steadily towards the edge. Nora Shaw, approximately five years older, arrives from Earth after a catastrophic crash leaves her stranded on Ed’un, a planet Airik has been sent to decommission. Injured, traumatised, and with little desire to survive, she becomes the one life he cannot bring himself to abandon.

Airik is easily the strongest element of the story. Battle-scarred, emotionally repressed, and shaped by relentless indoctrination, he is less a dark hero than a troubled man who has never been allowed to become anything beyond a weapon. His belief that love is weakness is rooted in the fate of his parents, whose devotion to one another ultimately cost them everything. Nora’s arrival dismantles that belief almost immediately. From the first moment he sees her, she becomes the centre of his world, awakening tenderness, possessiveness, wonder, and a hunger he has no language to describe. His care for her is often peak book-boyfriend behaviour. He feeds her, carries her, tends her injuries, makes things for her, and watches over her with a devotion that becomes almost sacred in its intensity. For a man of few words, Airik can also be unexpectedly poetic, especially when trying to make sense of feelings his world has deliberately erased.

Nora is more complicated. She has spent most of her life drowning in guilt after the childhood tragedy that claimed her younger brother, leaving her estranged from her mother, chronically depressed, and convinced she has no real right to happiness. Airik is the first person in years who makes her want to live rather than simply continue existing. Their shared emotional starvation makes the speed and intensity of their attachment understandable. Both have gone too long without love, touch, or uncomplicated affection, and once they find those things in one another, moderation is never really an option. Their attraction remains ferocious throughout, but over time it evolves into something gentler and more enduring. They begin to imagine not merely surviving together, but building a life, a family, and a future beyond the worlds that failed them.

My greatest frustration lay in how quickly that devotion began to undermine the qualities the story had established in Airik. He has been forged to survive, assess threats, anticipate betrayal, and destroy whatever stands in his path. Yet once Nora enters his orbit, she becomes almost the only thing he can see. His protective instincts rarely extend far enough into planning an escape, questioning obvious inconsistencies, or connecting clues until danger is already at the door. There were several moments when I wondered where all that brutal training had gone. Airik repeatedly relaxes his guard when every sign suggests that someone is sabotaging him, and he makes choices that feel careless for a man with his history and abilities. His devotion is romantic, but at times it turns him into a lovesick version of himself when I wanted the lethal morazir and the besotted lover to coexist.

Nora tested my patience even more. I appreciated that she was never designed for survival and that her trauma shapes her instinct to sacrifice herself, but too many of her actions crossed from understandable vulnerability into recklessness. She repeatedly interferes at crucial moments, tries to restrain Airik’s justified rage, and places herself in danger despite having neither the strength nor the knowledge to improve the situation. I particularly struggle with heroines who are helpless in a confrontation yet insist on saving the hero from his own darkness, especially when the man he intends to destroy has already proven himself vicious and irredeemable. Nora’s self-loathing explains much, but it does not make every decision less exasperating. At times, both she and Airik seemed far more focused on each other and their physical connection than on survival, betrayal, or the escalating danger around them.

And yet, the romance itself is written with such conviction that it eventually becomes difficult not to surrender to it. Who says two people carrying this much baggage cannot still find something beautiful together? Airik and Nora do not heal one another through some miraculous transformation. They simply recognise the darkness in each other and choose to stay. The emotional scenes between them are among the strongest in the novel, particularly when Nora finally speaks openly about her brother and Airik responds not with judgement, but with the kind of tenderness she has never received. Their physical relationship is equally intense, rooted in years of denied touch and affection, and the author captures the sacredness of wanting someone so deeply that the desire itself begins to feel transformative.

The world-building also deserves praise. The Veynari regime, its breeding algorithms, engineered citizens, warrior oaths, regenerative technology, and rigid control over language and emotion create a fascinatingly oppressive setting. The novel does not read like a debut in terms of prose or imagination. The writing is fluid, often lyrical, and capable of moving between violence, humour, sensuality, and grief without losing its voice. The supporting characters also left a strong impression. Torren’s story is intriguing, but Iver was the character who truly caught my attention. His resourcefulness, sharp humour, protectiveness, and refusal to remain helpless made him feel closer to the kind of anti-hero I had expected Airik to be.

By the end, I found myself at peace with the story, even if I had not forgotten all the moments that frustrated me. Perhaps that is part of what makes The Wildborn work. These are flawed characters making flawed choices under impossible circumstances, and sometimes those choices make you want to hurl the book across the room. Yet they remain emotionally compelling enough to pull you back. Airik caring for Nora in the final stretch brought the romance full circle, and their hard-won future gave me the satisfaction I needed. I am also curious to see what Ms. Torani does next, particularly because this novel proves she is more than capable of writing a truly villainous, dangerous hero should she ever choose to commit fully to one.

Recommended for: Readers who enjoy emotionally damaged protagonists, obsessive alien protectors, forced proximity, survival romance, immersive science-fiction world-building, and intensely sensual love stories.

Final Verdict: Wild hearts, broken worlds, and a love fierce enough to make survival feel sacred. For all its rough edges, The Wildborn had my heart with the turn of the last page.

Favorite Quotes

How can you stay untouched with your skin so open to her?
He needed to retrieve his helmet from across the room. Gently, he tried to pull his fingers free.
Her fingers tightened, trapping him.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, revealing dark irises with no eye shine. They sleepily searched the room until they settled on him.
He opened his mouth to command the lights to turn off, but no words came out.
She smiled.
Silence overcame all, Airik’s brain perceiving only her.
“Hello,” she said, her voice faint but enough.
Airik went still, struck with a rapturous heat that swept through him from head to toe. Every thought he’d ever had was obliterated by the creature he’d placed in his bed—violating all protocols and oaths.

“I said once I want you in my bed.” He deposited her in the center of the cot, then thrust the meal pouch from earlier beside her. “Sitting up. Good. Not on hard floor. Now I say: eat.”
She stared straight up at him. Maybe not murderous but still too rough. How had she ever thought this man was an angel?
He crossed his arms and bent low, forcing her to press against the wall. “Norashaw, you are mine. You are safe. In my bed, you will eat. Your heart is weak and hungry. Tell me what you need.” With each sentence, he had leaned closer, unclear if he knew what he was doing.

Unable to tolerate his silence, and despite knowing she shouldn’t, Nora spoke. “You mean twice. Instead of saying two times, you can say twice. It sounds more natural⁠—”
His hand came down in a slap across her ass, cutting her off. The pressure prickled her skin, almost painful but not quite, before giving way to a warm throbbing sensation. “No more talking!”
Heat rushed between her legs, stilling her. It hadn’t hurt. Not at all. And she knew, without a doubt, that had he wanted to, he could have made it hurt a lot.
Oh fuck, she thought, staring at his bare feet as he walked across the field. Her brain was broken. He’d spanked her. To shut her up. And she’d loved it.

In one swift motion, Airik yanked the blanket from her, thinking it’d wake her.
Her shirt had ridden up her body, revealing the curves of her hips and the soft swell of her belly. She wore impossibly small pink shorts with smiling yellow faces printed on them. A little pink ribbon rested on the band, just below her navel, twisted in loops.
A hot rush of want slammed into him. Stealing his breath, he was buried in a primal energy he’d never allow himself to feel if there were a warning or choice. The feeling was so oppressive that Airik threw the blanket back over her like he’d uncovered a deadly animal. He turned away, his hands clenching into fists.

“Am I…your friend?” he asked, his voice suddenly hoarse. Do friends want to hunt every pulse point on your body, sucking on them until you’re a writhing mess? Do friends want to trace each vein visible beneath your terrifyingly thin skin until no part of you remains undiscovered? Do friends want to fill you so completely that every word in every language loses meaning and you can’t even say the word friend at all?

The Art of Microwaving for One.
Nora laughed at the unexpected but well-timed find. Nothing killed arousal faster than a reminder that she’d been lonely before Airik and would be lonely again very soon.
“This has to be the saddest subject for a book I’ve ever come across.”
Airik was still sound asleep, his body growing uncomfortably warm.
“You did say you wanted more words,” she reasoned, flipping open the book one-handed.
Airik gripped her hips, settling his head deeper into her thighs. His nose was buried in her belly. An ease had settled over him in his sleep, and she thought his lip curled into a slight smile.
Nora brushed his hair out of his face, letting herself relax—just a little. It felt comfortable beneath his weight. As if, for once in her life, she’d been in the right place and her existence had led to something good.

Though Airik didn’t believe that atmospheric processors—or even stars, for that matter—possessed any life-altering magic, he knew the prudent thing to do, even in jest, was to wish for help to arrive immediately.
An insidious craving for something more forced him to press his hands together as Nora had, preparing to do something foolish. But he didn’t shut his eyes as she’d done. Instead, he wanted the stars to see him fully. So they could pass judgment on what he was becoming. For wanting to be left abandoned on a deserted planet, littered with a substance that had killed his progenitors and millions more. To have more time alone with Nora, while the Veynari couldn’t see him. Somehow he’d clothe her. He’d learn to hunt better to keep her well fed.
Because when Nora looked at him, she did so as if he were just a man. Not a morazir. Not the last Jortag heir. Not a living key to a vault filled with stolen artifacts. Not wild. Not anything but a man quickly falling into the depths of a woman he wanted more time to explore.

“Does your species have fated mates?”
Airik stopped mid-step, turning to her.
“Maybe you call it a soulmate? I saw a documentary once about people who believe their hearts are split in two before birth. When you finally find your other half, it’s supposed to be magical. Fireworks and all that.”
He raised a brow. “No.”
They’d taken only one step before he spun back abruptly. “Do humans have soulmates?” His eyes narrowed. “Do you have a soulmate?” His hand shot out, grabbing her braid tightly, his fingers flexing as he adjusted his grip, as if she’d flee.
Airik tugged on it, forcing her attention back to him. Her pussy responded immediately with a throbbing heat. She bit her lip, preventing a moan. How had she lived so long without knowing that she loved this?
“Do you have a mate, Nora?” he asked again.
Lie, she thought. It’ll make everything easier—whatever is happening between us…can’t.
“No,” she said, unable to let go of the thing blazing between them. “I don’t have anyone.”

Moving toward her, he smiled, his fang tips slipping from beneath his beautiful, full gray lips.
As he came to her, the water level dropped to his waist, then lower. When he finally stopped, just outside her reach, it lapped at the muscular cut of his hip. Nora’s mouth went dry at the hint of silver hair just below the waterline, leading to the last part of him she hadn’t seen but had imagined.
What the fuck was she doing?
She dropped her gaze, her cheeks unbearably hot. “I-I’m sorry.”
Water rippled at the shore as he moved closer. “Look at me, demon eyes.”
She obeyed.
He tilted his head, his breath somewhat labored. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I shouldn’t have looked. I shouldn’t even be here. It’s just that there was a noise⁠—”
“But you’re here,” he said, coming even closer. “And I’m not sorry that you are. To look at me. To see me. I want you”—his brows furrowed as he reached forward and took her braid, bringing it to his lips—“to keep looking at me…I like it.”

Nora opened her mouth, but he drew close and kissed the tip of her nose. A neat, chaste little bow to top the raging heat between her breasts and legs and the absolute disorder in her mind.
“Thank you for teaching me kiss,” he said to her. “Now go to sleep, demon eyes. I’ll do to you in my dreams what I wish I could do right now.”

Nora tasted of salt and berries. Sweetness he’d never craved but now starved for. She tasted of broken oaths and a future he would never have but couldn’t imagine living without.

Laughter rose, forming deep in her heart. “I feel…like I’ve just eaten a spoonful of stars.” His eyes dazzled in response, and he pulled her forward by the braid, closing the distance between their lips. “I want it, too,” he said, then kissed her.
He licked and nibbled her lips, letting her have the rest of him from his own tongue. “Yes,” he moaned. “This is magic. You and me.”

He leaned over her, blocking the blinking sensor’s light. Her skin flushed as the heat rolled off him, like standing too close to an open flame.
“I am not sorry,” he said with a weary force. “Even when I was small, when I was afraid to die, I was not sorry for what they made me do. And now, I will never be sorry for anything I’ve done—because it brought me here and I…found you.” His gaze dropped to her lips, then away from her altogether. “Now I understand what it was that for all my life I had been hoping for.”
Unable to stop herself, she reached for him.

She drew him back to her, her unwavering gaze holding him, fierce in its certainty. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each declaration pierced his heart, stitching the endless bleeding together with the string of three simple words.
A furry mass crawled up on his legs from behind and settled in the crook of his knees, purring loudly.
“Lucky loves you, too,” Nora said. “Not as much as I do, of course, but…enough.”
A heat expanded in Airik’s chest, stilling him. Yes, this was the Madness, but once, he had known it by another word.
Arezai.
Love.
A forbidden word in the ancient Voraki language. Erased and never replaced in the common language.

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