Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
His hands settle at my hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles just under my shirt, and that familiar sizzle arcs up my spine. God, I won’t ever get enough of my Orc prince. He pulls back and places his forehead against mine. “You go take it easy while I clean up the little gremlin.”
Oren guides me straight to the living room, one giant hand braced under my elbow, holding me like I’m spun glass. He doesn’t let go until I’m fully parked on the giant leather sofa, where I sink six inches into the cushions. God, I love this couch. It’s the only piece of furniture in the house that makes my pregnant ass feel petite.
Oren tucks a throw pillow behind my back, gives me a look that says “stay put,” and then leans in for another kiss. He tastes like coffee, temptation, and a little bit of sin. My belly does a happy flip and so does my heart.
He’s gone in a flash, stomping back to the kitchen to rescue the cereal-drenched toddler and probably disinfect the entire room. I melt even deeper into the sofa, feeling safe, spoiled, and oh so loved.
He’s the best mate ever. The big green warlord gets up at dawn damn near every day, just to let me sleep. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is. My inner romantic does a happy little dance, ignoring the facts that my back is screaming and the baby is karate-chopping my bladder.
I still can’t believe I get to have this. Not just an Orc prince mate and an adorable Orc toddler, but also actual peace for the first time in my life. Every morning, I wake up and marvel that there’s not a single shriek from my mother on the security panel, not even a passive-aggressive text from one of the Blume sisters. Oren made sure all that drama vanished.
He took one look at the situation, decided my happiness came first, and handled it with the kind of ruthless efficiency that makes him terrifying both on the battlefield and in the boardroom. He got my mom some ridiculous job offer across the country and threw in a “discount” on a luxury condo so irresistible, she packed up the stepsisters and hit the road in under forty-eight hours. Last I heard, they were busy making someone else’s life hell on the East Coast.
Not a single peep since. No guilt trips, no threats, no drama. Just peace and happiness. The universe really gave me the best freaking gift when it brought my big, obsessed Orc into my life.
I stretch out, hand on my belly, and soak it all in—the harmony, the security, and the wild, messy love of our family. I never thought I’d get a happy ending. But now? I wouldn’t trade this for anything.