Shackled to the Orc

Captured, sold at the auction, and shacked to the brutal Orc…

Khan is the towering champion of the gladiator ring. His tattoos mark him as a fallen chieftain, reduced to fighting in the pits. Decades of battle have left their scars on his green, chiseled hide… and the pit master rewards his service with his pick of women.
He buys me.
I’m bought and chained to the beast. Khan is terrifying. A massive monster of an Orc who could hold me down with a single finger, with sharp fangs and hungry green eyes. But despite his rough exterior, I see more than just a monster in him.
The scars on his muscled physique are nothing compared to the scars on his conscience. He failed his tribe, and he views his punishment as fighting in the pits until he dies. He has never tried to escape, never dreamed of life beyond the pits.
Until the moment he saw me at the auction, when his nostrils flared and he tasted my scent. It drove him mad, his eyes rolling back with need as he turned savage with a single drive. To conquer me, and make me his.
He thinks I am his mate, and we’re both trapped together. And unless I can give him something to live for, we’ll die as captives.