Sacrificed to the Orc

Prisoner of the orc tribe, marked for sacrifice. Only my captor can save me now.

The orc stalked me at night. He threw me over his shoulder screaming, stealing me from my village. His narrow eyes burned with hatred and primal lust.
He stole me for a single purpose. To appease the gods with an innocent woman, sacrificed on the orcs’ black altar.
Askan’s tribe is starving. Despite his towering height and tattooed bulk, there isn’t an ounce of fat on him. He is chiseled like stone, and his shamans tasked him with saving the tribe… by taking me. But I’m not about to go quietly.
Because as my captor guards me closely, his nostrils flare and he tastes my scent. When he’s driven wild with primal rage, I see another side of him. Brutality and possessiveness, obsession that makes me crave the monster I should hate.

He has a terrible choice. The lives of his tribe, or his fated mate. Now, my captor is my only hope of getting out of here alive… before his tribe slits my throat.

But only if his beastly desires don’t ruin me first.