My Big Green Alien Orc

Prologue

PROLOGUE

VRUHAG

I can smell her.

There's no doubt about it.

She’s close.

Her scent is mixed with that of blood. Hers? Someone else’s?

I throw myself against the bars again. They shake but don’t budge. Few materials in the universe can withstand a full-blooded orc in battle rage, but this cell is orc-proof from top to bottom. I’ve spent the past three cycles trying to find a way out. My body aches, and I’m covered in half-healed bruises.

I’m trapped. And now my mate is here.

I push my nose through a gap in the bars, breathe in deep. Her scent makes my tusks throb. My shaft presses against its protective casing.

I need to see her. Touch her. Claim her.

I fight against the mating fever, but it’s too late. The moment her scent entered my nostrils, I was lost.

“Mate!” I yell as loud as I can.

Other prisoners heckle and jeer. I listen for a response from her, but none comes.

I curl my fingers around the metal bars.

She’s out there. Close.

I need to find her before the madness takes me.