Captive Of The Horde King

I offered myself to save my village. Now I’m bound to a beast who wants to rut me full and call me his mate.

Ghorok is a monster—seven feet of tusked, battle-scarred orc warlord, and I’m the human “prize” he claimed in front of his army.

But he didn’t touch me that first night.
He just… watched. Fed me. Built a nest. Scented me like he already owned me.

Now I know why.
He’s in rut, and I’m the only thing his feral instincts crave.

He growls when I try to run. Worships my body like I was made to take his knot. Says he’ll breed me until the whole clan knows I’m his.

I hate him.
I want him.
And when rival orcs threaten to tear me away, Ghorok unleashes a monster to protect what he’s claimed.

This isn’t love.
It’s obsession.
And gods help me—I’m starting to love it.