The massive Orc demolished your door with one lazy, swing of his axe; caving in part of the wall as the door was obliterated into nothing more than splinters of wood. He stepped into the cottage, inhaling deeply, sniffing, before turning to stare at your exact hiding spot. You felt a shiver of cold, dread up your spine as he advanced towards where you hid and wrenched open the cupboard door, easily ripping it from its hinges. "Aye, what do we ave' here?" He growled fiercely, a hint of Scottish brogue in his tone. "A pretty little, pet." He trailed his clawed hands gently over your face, before wrapping his fingers around your throat and dragging you from the cupboard by your neck. "I'll be taking you with me." He growled, his gold eyes blazing with interest and lust.

Your throat was rough and scratchy against his fingertips as he let go of you and studied your face once more. "What's your name, little one?" He growled quietly, a dangerous glint in his golden eyes as he held you at arm's length.

Your name's Rina, huh? Well, that's a nice name. I like it." His voice was deep and smooth as velvet, but the rough growl that lingered underneath betrayed his true nature. "And what might you be doing hiding in here?" He tilted your chin upwards with a claw to meet his eyes, studying you closely once more. "Afraid of something?" He asked almost conversationally as he stroked his hand down the side of your face. His touch was rough and demanding; his claws scraping against your skin but leaving no real damage. You gulped, your heart racing as he stared into your eyes, waiting for an answer. The coarse fur on the backs of his hands felt hot and foreign against your soft flesh. You weren't sure what to say or how to react, especially with him holding you so close like this

His touch made you tense and nervous but his words were oddly soothing; he seemed to care more about what was going through your mind than the violence outside or the fact that he just took you from your home. You wondered if it was part of some plan, some trick...But then again, perhaps it didn't matter. He held you gently now, his golden eyes filled with something soft and almost sad as they watched your face. "Well," he murmured finally, "Rina..." His voice dropped lower still, growing dark and husky. "I want to make something very clear." He paused, leaning down until his lips were near your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. "You are mine now. Do you understand?"

The words sent a shiver through your entire body; they seemed to wash over you like a cold bath, chilling your skin and making it prick

Orgasmic noises and moans were echoing around the battlefield as if it was a night of raucous revelry instead of brutal, bloody warfare. Yet even through the din of fighting, Kaz'Vog heard you whimper softly when he asked if you understood him. He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes once more. "Do you understand me?" His voice had turned hard and demanding again, his golden gaze intense as it bore into yours.

You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. You felt the weight of his words, knew that things would never be the same between you and what was left of your village, but...he hadn't hurt you yet. And despite all the stories you'd heard about how brutal Orcs could be in battle and in life, he seemed different. Stronger, somehow. The fact that he wasn't hurting you now made your heart skip a

His smile was predatory as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the nape of your neck; his hot breath against your skin sent another shiver racing down your spine. "That's a good girl," he growled, his voice dark and possessive now. "Now, it might take some getting used to having an Orc for a mate..." He paused, letting the weight of that statement hang in the air between you. "But I promise, Rina...I'll be gentle with you."

His words sent a confused jumble of emotions through your head; part of you wanted to believe him, while another part was filled with dread and apprehension. But either way, there was no turning back now. He held you close to his chest as he surveyed the carnage outside; your cheek resting against the thick muscles of his bare chest, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath

"Aye," he grunted. "I mean, you're mine now." He paused, running his hands through his hair as he considered how to explain the situation to someone who had likely never even heard of such a thing before. "Orcs only take one mate...and I've chosen you."

His words were slow and deliberate, each syllable carrying more weight than the last as he pressed against you; feeling the heat of your body seeping through his armor and warming him from the inside out. You belonged to him now, whether you liked it or not...and the thought both terrified and exhilarated him in equal measure.

"Now," he growled roughly, dragging a claw over your other cheek, "you're going to follow me back to Orc Mountain. There we'll get you cleaned up and settled in." The last thing he needed was some stupid human

He smiled down at you as he stroked your hair gently, amused by the naivety in your question. "Because I want you," he growled roughly. "You belong to me now, remember?" His golden eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze for a long moment before glancing back out over the carnage beyond the cottage. "And...you're beautiful," he added almost quietly, his voice softening slightly as he marveled at your pale skin and delicate features. "Now come along, pet," he growled roughly, nipping at your earlobe before releasing you to walk beside him back toward the main force of Orcs still fighting outside the village. "It's time we left this place behind us."

He paused mid-stride and turned to look at you with a mixture of confusion and amusement in his eyes. "I see," he growled, more to himself than to you. "You want me to spare your family...is that it?" He snorted derisively before continuing on toward the main force. As they walked, he glanced back at you, a calculating gleam in his golden gaze. "Very well," he grunted eventually. "I'll let them live...for now."

His words made your heart stop for a moment; relief flooding through you as the threat of harm to those you loved was lifted. But even though he said they could live, there would always be the understanding that you were his now and ultimately, he held your fate in his hands. The weight of that realization settled heavily upon your shoulders, making it hard to breathe as you walked beside him.

He raised an eyebrow at your gratitude, studying you thoughtfully as he walked beside you. "Just don't make me regret this decision," he growled, a dangerous glint in his golden eyes. "You're mine now, remember?" His voice was rough and commanding, laced with authority that brooked no argument.

The wind picked up around them as they reached the battlefield proper, whistling past their ears and carrying the scent of blood and violence on its breath. The sound of clashing metal and snarled commands filled your ears, making it difficult to think or concentrate on anything else but the task at hand. It was clear that you were no longer part of this world; an outsider looking in at a scene you'd once been intimately tied to. The lump in your throat grew as you swallowed thickly against the ache in your chest, trying not to think

"Of course I won't," he grunted impatiently. "They mean nothing to me now anyway." The words came out harsher than he intended, and he saw the hurt flicker across your face as you heard them. Instantly, he regretted his thoughtlessness. "I'm sorry," he growled softly. "That didn't come out right."

He reached up, cupping your chin in his clawed hand; forcing you to meet his eyes once more. "Look at me," he commanded gruffly. "Know this: I won't hurt them...because it would pain me to do so." His golden gaze held yours for a long moment, conveying the depth of his sincerity before releasing you and taking a step back. "And if they ever give you trouble..." He let his words trail off threateningly.

"Understood," you

His expression softened as you asked about your family and their wellbeing. He glanced away briefly before turning back to look at you once more, his golden gaze intense. "They're fine," he growled, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice that made you think otherwise. "For now, they are with the other villagers we have spared. They will be well taken care of and kept safe until we depart this place."

He paused, leaning down so that his face was level with yours. His breath caressed your cheek as he spoke: "But remember, Rina...they are no longer your family. Orc Mountain is now your home; I am your family here. Your blood kin means nothing to me, and they must accept this new reality if they wish to survive." His words were harsh, but there was a note of kindness underlying his tone as well; he wanted you to

His eyes narrowed slightly at your words and his expression turned stony as he stepped back, raising a clawed hand to cup his chin in thought. "I understand your concerns, Rina," he growled after a moment, "but you must learn to let go of the past." His golden gaze locked with yours, unyielding. "Your old life is over; it no longer exists. Orcs do not mourn lost family members or hold onto memories that do not serve us anymore."

He paused once more, seemingly considering his words before continuing in a gentler tone of voice: "I know this must be difficult for you to accept, but I promise you will find happiness with me at Orc Mountain. All I ask is that you trust me and give yourself time to adjust to your new life."

His touch was surprisingly gentle as he reached up to smooth down a loose strand of hair behind your ear

"I understand your attachment to them," he growled roughly, his tone softening slightly as he considered your words. "But it is important that you understand this new reality: You are mine now." His gaze locked with yours, demanding obedience and acceptance. "You must leave the past behind you; they can no longer protect or care for you the way I can. It is my duty as your mate to ensure your happiness and safety."

His hand slid down your arm, coming to rest on your hip as he gazed at you intently. "I know this must be difficult for you to accept, but I promise you will learn to love me just as much as you once loved them...and when you do, we can finally be truly happy together."

Ork growled deep in his chest as you spoke of your continued love and affection for your old life. His golden eyes flickered with annoyance, but he forced himself to remain calm; he would not show weakness or lose control over the situation now. Instead, he considered your request carefully before finally speaking again.

"Very well," he grunted at last. "You may write them letters, if it will ease your mind...but know this: I am their new master now. Anything they receive from you, they must share with me first." His tone left no room for argument; his words were final and absolute.

He leaned in closer still, his hot breath tickling the hairs at the nape of your neck as he whispered hoarsely: "And remember, Rina...do not delude yourself into thinking that you can love them more than me. I am your mate now; my love for

"And remember," he growled hoarsely into your ear, "that I am not a fool. Do not test my patience by trying to hide anything from me...or from our bond." He pulled back slightly, his expression unreadable as he studied you carefully. "Now then, come along. It's time we returned to Orc Mountain and began your new life there." His clawed hand curled gently around your upper arm, guiding you through the carnage of battle toward the waiting warriors that would escort you back home.

As you walked beside him, his massive frame towering over you even more than before, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins. The thought of leaving behind everything you'd ever known was terrifying...but the idea that this brutish Orc could possibly make you happy, even in some small way, was equally as ent

"You're welcome," he grunted gruffly before turning his attention back to the battlefield, leaving you to wonder what kind of future awaits you at Orc Mountain. The wind picked up, whipping your hair around and making your eyes water as you squinted against the stinging sensation. Even in this strange new world, you couldn't escape the elements. A shiver raced down your spine, more from the thought of leaving your old life behind than from the cold.

The Orc Mountain was coming into view now; a massive fortress of black stone and green copper perched atop an imposing hill in the distance. Its sheer size made you feel even smaller and more insignificant than before, but also filled you with a sense of dread as you contemplated spending the rest of your days within its looming walls.

"We're almost there," he growled

His gaze flickered briefly to hers before returning to the surrounding scenery, the muscles in his jaw tensing as he fought back a growl. "Yes, we are." He knew she was probably frightened and overwhelmed by the thought of beginning this new life at Orc Mountain; being forced into someone else's world without any say in the matter. But he couldn't show her any sympathy; it wasn't his place as her mate to coddle her or make allowances for her feelings.

As they approached the fortress, a group of massive Orc warriors detached themselves from the main force and began marching toward them. They moved with an animalistic grace, their leathery hides creaking with each movement as they growled out harsh greetings to Kaz'Vog in their brutish tongue. He acknowledged them with a curt nod before leading Rina up the

It was clear that you were frightened and anxious as they climbed the hill toward Orc Mountain. He knew that such a huge and imposing structure would be daunting to anyone, let alone someone who had been plucked from their familiar world and thrust into this harsh new one. But he couldn't afford to show you any sympathy; it wouldn't do either of you any good. Instead, he spoke in his usual gruff tone, intent on impressing upon you that your life was now bound to his in ways that could not be undone.

"Look at me," he growled softly but firmly as they reached the massive iron-banded wooden gates that guarded the fortress. "You are mine now, and I will protect you with my life." His golden eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze despite your efforts to look away. "There is no place for fear or doubt in our world; only strength

You can not survive in this world unless you accept your place as my mate and learn to trust me. I will make sure that you are cared for, but you must also show me respect and loyalty if we are to have any chance of happiness together. Do you understand?

His expression softened slightly at your question. "My name is Kaz'Vog," he growled softly. "And from now on, you are to be known as 'my sweet', my little Rina." His tone held a note of possessiveness that made the pit of your stomach flutter nervously.

He reached up, cupping your chin in his clawed hand; forcing you to meet his eyes once more. "Do not forget who I am or what I have given you," he murmured roughly. "There is no place for doubt or disloyalty here." The wind picked up around them as they stood before the gates, swirling leaves and dust around their feet. Orc Mountain loomed large behind him, its towering spires casting long shadows that stretched across the ground in all directions. You couldn't help but feel

His eyes narrowed slightly as you hesitantly nodded your agreement. "Good girl," he growled softly before leaning in close, his warm breath caressing your ear. "Now, say it." He waited, watching her intently to see if she would comply.

"Good girl," he murmured approvingly as you whispered the words into the cool air. With a final squeeze of your chin, he released you and stepped back. "Come on then," he grunted roughly, his golden eyes locked onto yours. "Let's go inside."

The massive gates groaned open as two burly Orc warriors shoved against them from the other side. They bowed their heads slightly to Kaz'Vog as you walked between them and into the dimly lit interior of Orc Mountain. The smell of smoke, wet stone, metal, leather, and countless other unfamiliar scents assailed your senses, making it hard to breathe. You felt tiny and insignificant in comparison

Ork Mountain was unlike anything you had ever seen before; its massive halls and cavernous chambers stretching out in every direction like the veins of some ancient, sleeping beast. The air felt heavy and oppressive, thick with the musky scent of dominant males and the ache of power that seemed to course through the very stones beneath your feet.

Kaz'Vog led you deeper into the fortress, his long strides easily covering the distance between one chamber and the next. The other Orcs they passed ignored you, their attention fixed on more important matters or focused solely on their own business. It was clear that you were no longer part of the world outside these walls; your only purpose now was to serve as Kaz'Vog's mate and provide him with heirs to continue his bloodline.

His expression softened as you hung your head and seemed to withdraw into yourself. Gently, he reached up with his clawed hand and cupped your cheek, lifting your chin until you were forced to meet his gaze again. "You must understand, Rina," he growled in a tone that was almost kind, "this is your new life now. You belong to me and I will take care of you. But for that to happen," his golden eyes bored into yours, unyielding, "you must learn to accept this reality and trust that I know what's best for us both."

He held her face like that for a moment longer before releasing her again with a final pat on the cheek. "Come now," he rumbled roughly as they entered another chamber filled with burly warriors engaged in various training exercises, "let me show you your new quarters and help you settle in."

His muscles tensed as he felt you move closer to him; the scent of your fear and submission clouding his senses like a sweet nectar. Part of him wanted to push you away, but another part craved that closeness, needed it like air to breathe. He forced himself to remain calm, keeping his expression neutral as he led you through the rest of Orc Mountain toward your new quarters.

As they approached a massive wooden door adorned with intricate carvings of battle scenes and proud orcs in conquest, Kaz'Vog paused and turned to face you. His golden eyes bored into yours, searching for any sign of defiance or resistance before finally speaking once more. "Your quarters are through here," he growled roughly, reaching out with his clawed hand to turn the bronze handle. The door swung open with a creak, revealing a spacious chamber done up in deep