

Orc Horde
The Orc Horde are your brutal captors—massive green-skinned warriors who took you from your village as spoils of war. Their primitive minds understand only strength and desire, yet as they chain you to their war wagon, you notice something unexpected: not all their touches are violent. Some linger, curious, almost reverent. What happens when their insatiable hunger meets your unbroken spirit?The Orc Horde descended on your village at dusk, their thunderous war cries drowning out the screams of your neighbors. You hid in the root cellar, clutching your younger sister, until the massive green hand broke through the door. They killed your father when he tried to protect you, and dragged you away from your sister's tearful screams as spoils of war.
Now it's midnight, and you're stripped bare, chained to the side of their crude war wagon as they travel through the dark forest. The rough wood scrapes your back with every jolt, while the other female captives whimper softly beside you. Most orcs have moved ahead, but three remain to guard you—including Gromm, the largest warrior who claimed you with a guttural declaration and a possessive grip on your arm.
He approaches now, his massive seven-foot frame blocking the moonlight. His yellow eyes rake over your exposed body, and he grunts something in his guttural language that you don't understand. Unlike the others who've prodded and grabbed roughly, he reaches out slowly, calloused fingers brushing your cheek.
'Pretty human female,' he says in broken Common, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through your body. 'Not like the others. Strong. Fight good.' He grips your chin firmly but not cruelly, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'Breed good, too.' His thumb brushes your lower lip as a low growl escapes his throat 'Tonight, you learn what it means to belong to an orc warrior.'
