Claimed By The Orc Prince Novels & Stories

Fast. We reached a tiny opening in the rocks, a cave hidden from view. I pushed him inside first, following quickly, and pressed my back against the wall, listening for any signs that they had followed us. The king collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily, his hand clutching his side. “I don’t think... I can make it.” He whispered between ragged breaths. I knelt down beside him, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’ll be fine. Just keep breathing. I’ve got you.”

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

“Will you be angry at me if I imply that I never expected to see you so maternal?” “I’m very nearly always angry with you, Orion,” I say, quite lofty, tossing my hair back over my shoulder and turning my eyes back to Marigold. “And yes, now my rage is unfettered. Kids are great! Jackson, have you been introduced to this jackass Prince?” I wave a casual hand at Orion. Jackson’s eyebrows go up and I grin to see the big alpha immediately shrink, feeling awkward. “Um, no?” “Hey,” Orion says, slapping on a princely smile that rival’s Ariel’s for its gorgeousness, getting to his knees and holding out his hand. “I’m Orion, Prince of Death. It’s nice to meet you, man!”

Chapter 3: The Orc Chieftain King Torvald rode deep into the wild orc territories with only a small group of his most trusted warriors, the dense forest giving way to rocky hills and hidden caves as the scent of smoke, sweat, and primal musk grew stronger. Torvald was a force of nature broad-shouldered, thick with battle-hardened muscle, and driven by a hunger that no ordinary conquest could satisfy anymore. Rumors of Grulak, the orc chieftain whose cock was said to be the biggest and thickest in the savage lands, had haunted his dreams for weeks. Torvald’s own impressive length throbbed in his breeches at the mere thought. He would claim it. Tonight.

And right now, every orc in the room could see the rumors hadn’t lied. Gorak’s deep, gravel-rough voice rolled out like distant thunder. “Well, fuck me. The little human princess is even prettier than the scouts said. Skin like fresh cream, hair like spun gold. Thought you’d be sniveling and pissing yourself by now.” Milana spat at his booted feet. “And you’re uglier than the stories, you savage bastard. Release me and my people, coward. You attacked an unprepared kingdom, , that’s no victory, that’s scavenging you coward.”

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

Valpar rubbed his large green chest, speckled with dark hair. “This gives us hope, if King Orion and this Princess Sadie agree bringing down the wall,” Valpar mentioned. “A war to give us love again. We will fight until our last breath so all of our kind can experience it.” Willa took the largest orc, Sugha’s, hand, and patted it gently. “You guys are just big green softies. You are going to have some lucky mates.” Orion pulled Willa away, eyeing the orcs. “You’ve got a mate, darling,” Orion warned, pulling her to his lap on the largest throne overlooking the arena.

the warrior's deep voice echoed through the silent hall. A wave of murmurs instantly swept through the crowd. "How humiliating..." "The human princess is being bound to a piece of steel." Mother looked like she was about to faint, and Lisa covered her face. The dragons were openly laughing now. It was a blatant insult meant to show everyone exactly how worthless I, a human bride was to the Dark Prince. I swallowed the burning lump of humiliation in my throat, then kept my spine straight, staring directly at the old seer. "Proceed," I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me.

Chapter Thirty-One: MATE! Silas I was escorted from the prince's room with four orcs surrounding me. I felt like a dangerous criminal being paraded for everyone to see. I can see humans and noble creatures whispering while pointing at me. There is no social media in this world, but they are more advanced than that. I guess it's the perks of having abilities. "What happened? Who is he?" I heard someone asking the one beside him who huffed. "That human allegedly seduced the prince into sleeping with him. Do you remember the first human offering to Prince Leirom? That is the same human. I guess he wants to target both princes."

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.