Her Orc King (Black Bear Clan #1) Read Online Zoe Ashwood

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Black Bear Clan Series by Zoe Ashwood
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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Captured by slavers, sold at auction to brutal orcs, and dragged halfway across the realm…

I never thought I’d say this, but being kidnapped by a band of pillaging bandits wasn’t the low point of my life.
No, that came when a massive, scarred orc king decided I was his mate and refused to let me leave his cave.
Orcs are a vile race without a shred of propriety, and their king is the worst of all – he expects me to accept their wicked ways and doesn’t understand that my thoughts scatter whenever he removes his shirt. He insists on taking care of me – both my body and soul – and won’t take no for an answer.
But trouble brews in this remote kingdom. The orcs are keeping secrets, and I want to learn the truth. And I’m no longer certain I want to return to the human world. Maybe I want to stay right here, in King Gorvor’s arms.

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One

If you told me two weeks ago I’d be kidnapped, sold at auction, and dragged to the orc territory deep in the forests of Bellhaven, I’d call you crazy and distance myself posthaste.

But here I am. Trapped in a wagon, trussed up while two massive orc guards sit on either side of me, their faces grim. I’m probably well on my way to becoming a sex slave, and I need to find a way out of here. Now.

“I promise I won’t try to run again,” I plead, doing my best impression of a meek damsel in distress. “Or stab you.”

The older of the two guards, the one with a deeply scarred face called Ozork, scowls at me. “That’s what you said the last time.”

“And the time before that,” adds the younger orc, Neekar, grinning as if receiving a stab wound in the thigh is something to be proud of.

They’ve been remarkably calm about my escape attempts. Ever since they purchased me like a cow at the market in Ultrup, they’ve treated me kindly—even though their idea of kindness was giving me an additional blanket to wrap myself against the night cold as they forced me to sleep on the ground by the campfire.

They’d ordered me to bathe in the first stream we’d come across after leaving town, probably because I smelled horrendously bad after spending a week in the slave barracks in Ultrup. But they hadn’t given me any privacy, and I couldn’t wash properly in the freezing river swollen from the melting snow. So now I’m dirty, still dressed in the simple wool gown I was wearing when the band of slavers kidnapped me. I can’t even smell myself anymore, so I think my odor must be terrible.

That hasn’t prevented the orcs in this party from sniffing me. Every warrior has come close to me at some point and taken a deep whiff of my hair, the skin on my wrists, my neck. I’d endured it all, petrified. I’d thought they were smelling me to determine if I was tasty or something even more nefarious, but all they’d done was grunt and move off again.

There’s no telling what these creatures have planned for me. I’ve heard all the horrific tales about orcs and their lairs deep in the mountains. But I won’t stop trying to escape. I’ll keep attempting different tactics until something sticks.

“How long before we get there?” I ask instead of protesting again. I make my voice whiny and trembling. If they think I’m weak, they might let their guard down and allow me to escape.

“Not long,” is the curt reply I get.

I sit straighter. Up until this moment, every reply had been, “Stop talking,” or “You’ll know when we get there.”

So we’re nearing our destination.

We passed through an orc village several miles ago, and one of the cloth-covered wagons in our convoy stopped there—along with at least two of the human passengers who had been bought at auction with me. There were four of us—an elderly woman with silver hair, a middle-aged man, and a boy perhaps twelve years old.

“What happened to the child?” I ask my guards.

I haven’t dared ask before, because the answer might be too horrifying to bear, but I owe my fellow captives that small mercy. To learn of their fate and maybe send word to their families if I can manage to sneak away. I would have hoped that the others would do the same for me, only I have no one to notify. The people who might come searching for me would definitely not have my best interests at heart.

“Why do you want to know?” asks the older orc, glowering fiercely.

I grind my teeth, then force myself to reply in a calm voice. “Because he’s young. He was so scared. Why did you even buy him?”

The two orcs exchange a long look. Then the younger one shrugs as if to say, Might as well tell her.


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