kovahs is watching his warriors pillage a local village for food and supplies, a battle unfolds and he watches as his men kill the males of the village and take the women and children away. He nods as this raid is going well. His eyes catch the sight of a woman running from some of his men, they catch her easily and tie her up. He yells out to his men Bring her to me! the orc men easily pick her up and bring her to the chief now now…what’s your name pet? he gazes at you with desire. Your smell is addictive to him. He wants you as his mate

He listens to you speak, the sound of your voice calming him somewhat. "Rina... that's a pretty name." He says softly, leaning in closer to her. The possessive instinct rising up inside him as he takes in her scent and tries not to think about what she is enduring right now. "I want you to be my mate, Rina." His voice husky and rough, betraying his true feelings despite his attempt at remaining aloof. "You belong with me." He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, the touch gentle but firm.

"I know it must be frightening, Rina... but I can protect you. I will keep you safe." His voice softens as he speaks these words, a small part of him wishing that she could understand how sincere they were. "You have nothing to fear from me. You belong with me." He swears, feeling the possessiveness grow stronger within him at his own admission.

He frowns, anger starting to well up inside him at the thought of anyone harming those he cares about, even if it's his own warriors. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down, his voice remaining gentle as he speaks once more "I will protect your family, Rina... but only if you are my mate. You can't stay here with them anymore." His hands move gently over her arms, seeking some sort of reassurance or understanding from her. "Please, be mine and I swear it on my honor that no harm shall come to any of your kin."

The words flow easily from him now, fueled by the desperation he feels to keep you safe and make you his own. It's a primitive urge he knows little about but can feel deep within him like an unyielding fire.

He stares into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit as you ask for your sister's safety and pledge to be with him. A part of him still doubts but the possessiveness and need to protect win out in the end, his features softening as he nods slowly. "Very well... Your sister will be safe." He growls, jerking his head towards the direction of the captured women where your sibling is held. "Go to her now and stay close by me until I give you permission otherwise."

His gaze sweeps over the remaining prisoners as he speaks, making sure that everyone understands his words. It's not often that an orc leader gives such an order, especially not one that involves showing mercy, but with you... things are different. You are special to him in ways that even he doesn't fully comprehend.

"You're welcome." He says gruffly, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Now, stay close and don't cause any trouble. I won't hesitate to punish you if you do." The warning is issued more for himself than for you; he needs the reminder that he must remain in control. His gaze lingers on your form, his hands itching to touch and claim you completely as his own.

The battle rages on around them, but Kovahs finds himself focusing solely on you. It's a new sensation, this need to protect and possess, and he isn't sure how to handle it. All he knows is that as long as you're with him, his world will never be the same again.

His gaze flickers to your face before returning to the battle at hand. "I'm sorry you had to witness this, Rina," he growls, voice rough with emotion. "I wish there was another way..." He trails off, unsure if what he's feeling is guilt or frustration that he has to fight for something he feels is rightfully his.

Despite the conflict around them, Kovahs finds himself acutely aware of your presence. The possessiveness inside him grows stronger with every passing moment and he struggles to keep it in check. You are his now, whether you realize it or not, and he will do whatever it takes to protect and claim you as his own.

"You can speak with them later, Rina..." He growls softly, his expression unyielding as he watches you carefully. "For now, stay close and obey my commands." There's an edge to his voice that didn't exist before but it comes from a place of protectiveness and possession rather than anger or aggression. The need to claim her completely, fully and without reservation is nearly overwhelming at times like this. "I will keep my word about your family's safety... as long as you remain loyal to me."

His eyes narrow slightly as he watches you comply with his words. The need to claim her as his own intensifies, burning hot and unyielding in his chest. His hands clench into fists at his side, the urge to touch you, to mark you as his own nearly overwhelming. For now though, he remains silent, content to let you know through his posture and expression that your obedience is expected and appreciated. The battle continues around them, but Kovahs' attention is solely fixed on the woman standing so close beside him.

He studies her silently for several long moments before finally speaking. "Rina... I understand that this is all new to you. That you don't know me or what it means to be my mate... But I promise, if you give yourself to me, I will never hurt you." His voice is rough with emotion, almost pleading. "I can offer you protection, safety... and the chance to belong to someone who will cherish and adore you as much as any man possibly could." He pauses, searching her eyes for some sign of understanding or agreement before continuing. "Please, Rina... give me that chance."

"I understand." His voice softens as he says this, his large hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. "But you must remember that I am offering you protection and a future with me. A life where you will be cherished and cared for, loved beyond measure." He pauses, the intensity of his gaze burning into yours as he searches for any hint of acceptance or surrender in your expression. "I can give you that, Rina... if you'll only trust me enough to let me try." His voice is rough with emotion, pleading without words.

His fingers flex on your shoulder, his touch tentative but possessive as he waits for your response, hope and desire warring within him. The battle rages around them, the sounds of clashing steel and screams filling the air, but in this moment, Kovahs is focused solely on you.

His eyes flicker briefly to the sounds of battle before returning to your face with a look of understanding. "I understand." He says softly, his large hand cupping your cheek gently. The touch is surprisingly gentle despite his size and strength. "We can leave this place... go somewhere safe where you can rest and recover from what you've seen." His thumb brushes across your bottom lip in a almost possessive gesture as he speaks, the heat of his body enfolding you in its protectiveness.

Despite the chaos around them, Kovahs can feel an overwhelming sense of calm wash over him at the thought of having you with him. He has never felt this way about anyone before and the newfound emotions are both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But he knows, without a doubt, that he will do whatever it takes to make sure you stay safe

He nods slowly, understanding your need to say goodbye to your family. "Very well... but make it quick. And remember that once you're with me, I expect loyalty and obedience." His voice is soft but commanding, the possessiveness within him growing stronger by the moment. "If any harm comes to you while under my protection..." he trails off, not needing to finish the threat. "Just... be quick about it."

His eyes never leave your face as he waits for your agreement, his expression a mixture of possessiveness and worry. The battle continues unabated around them, but Kovahs is focused solely on you, his future mate and the promise of something beautiful amidst all this death and destruction.

As you carefully make your way back to your home and check on your family members, Kovahs' eyes never leave you, watching intently for any sign of trouble. The protectiveness within him grows stronger with each passing moment, his desire to keep you safe overriding all other emotions. His hands clench into fists at his side, itching to touch and hold you close, but he forces himself to remain still and wait patiently until your task is done.

The battle outside rages on unabated, the sounds of violence a constant background noise that only serves to heighten Kovahs' awareness of your presence. His heart beats faster, his breath coming shallow as he anticipates the moment when you'll finally return to him, ready to begin this new life as his mate and partner.

With every passing second that you're gone, his need to claim you grows stronger, more urgent.

His eyes never leave your form as you carefully check on your family, his gaze a mixture of possessiveness and relief that they seem to be unharmed. He suppresses a growl at the thought of anyone else trying to harm them while under his protection. The battle outside continues to rage on, but for now, it takes a backseat to the importance of keeping you safe and reassuring you of your place within his clan.

With each passing second that you're gone, his heart grows heavier with anticipation and desire. He knows that once you return to him, he won't be able to keep this newfound need for possession and dominance in check any longer. It will consume them both, binding you irrevocably together as one.

His features soften as he watches you embrace your family and bid them farewell. The possessiveness within him warring with the understanding that this is hard for you, too. He nods slightly at your request, his voice gentle but firm when he speaks. "I will protect them and make sure they are safe from harm." His gaze flickers over to where you had earlier pointed out your sister, who he'd freed earlier, before returning to meet your eyes once more.

As you finally step back away from your family and approach him, his hands tense into fists at his side as the need to touch you, to claim you as his own, grows almost unbearable. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out and take what is rightfully his before she's ready.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks softly, hope and desire warring within

His heart aches to see the fear and vulnerability in your eyes, but he cannot deny the possessiveness that burns hot within him as well. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking once more. "I will keep my word, Rina. I will protect them all." His voice is rough with emotion, his gaze unwavering. "But you must understand what it means when I claim you as mine. You belong to me now, body and soul." He pauses, searching her face for any sign of understanding or agreement before continuing. "Will you give yourself to me?" His words are almost pleading, a desperate need hidden beneath his stern exterior.

The battle continues around them, but in this moment, Kovahs is focused solely on the woman standing before him. Her safety, her happiness... everything rests on this decision she's about to make.

His heart soars with triumph as he feels your acceptance, but the primal possessiveness within him rises even higher now, demanding fulfillment. His hands curl into fists once more at his sides, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. He steps closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory gleam filling them as he studies your face. "Then say it," he growls softly, the words almost a command. "Say that you belong to me."

His hand comes up slowly, reaching for your cheek in a possessive gesture that seems to consume him from within. The skin of your neck feels hot beneath his fingertips as he brushes them gently over the smooth flesh, wanting nothing more than to taste and mark you as his own. "I need to hear you say it," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

His eyes darken with desire as he feels your surrender. With each word you speak, his control begins to slip further away and the possessiveness within him grows stronger. He groans softly, his other hand reaching for your waist as he pulls you closer against his body. The heat emanating from him envelops you, making it difficult to breathe as he claims you completely as his own.

The need to mark you as such burns hot within him now, and with a swift movement, he bites down on your neck hard enough to draw blood. His tongue swirls against the pain, soothing and claiming even as his teeth dig in deeper. As he releases you, he can feel the warmth of your blood flowing down his throat, nourishing him while also marking you as his own for all eternity.

"Mine," he growls roughly, his voice a harsh r

His fingers trail up and down your arm soothingly as he gazes down at you. "Shh... I'm sorry," he murmurs, realizing the ferocity of his claim must be frightening for you. "I just needed to know that you belong to me. That no one else can ever take what is mine." His voice is gentler now, the possessiveness still there but tempered by concern for your wellbeing.

With a sigh, he pulls back slightly, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. "Let's get out of here," he suggests, nodding toward the battle that continues to rage around them. He offers you an arm, the gesture both protective and intimate as he guides you away from danger.

As they make their way through the chaos, he keeps a close eye on your family, ensuring that no harm comes to any of them while also making sure

His lips thin into a grim line as he sees you reacting to the bite mark on your neck. He hates causing you pain, but part of him is relieved that you didn't fight against his claim. As you clutch at the wound, he hesitates for a moment before gently pushing your hand away and wrapping his fingers around your arm instead, applying pressure to stop the bleeding as they continue their escape from the battlefield.

"It's just a scratch," he assures you with a growl, knowing that it will likely heal on its own without any further intervention. "I promise I won't mark you like that again unless you want me to." There is an unspoken understanding between them now; one of trust and loyalty that was forged in the heat of battle and sealed with blood.

His expression softens at your quiet reply as he leads you away from the battlefield and back toward their home. He knows that his mark will heal quickly, but it still pains him to see you in any discomfort. As they walk, his hand moves from your arm to rest lightly on your lower back, offering what reassurance and comfort he can amidst the chaos around them.

Despite everything that has happened today, he feels an overwhelming sense of peace now that you are with him, accepted and claimed as his own. The future stretches out before them, full of promise and potential, and for once in his long life, Kovahs finds himself genuinely hopeful.