The Fall of the Orc: An MM Monster Romance by Finley Fenn

Author:Finley Fenn [Fenn, Finley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

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Slagvor was coming.

Gerrard’s heart skipped a beat — and for a breath, everything… stopped. The world wrenched to sharp, strange stillness all around him, as a cold, empty dread pooled into him, flooded him with rot and darkness.

Slagvor had scented him. Slagvor was coming.

“How?” Gerrard’s voice finally asked, from very far away. “And how much time do we have?”

Olarr’s breath was still heaving, his eyes squeezed shut, as his bloody hand spasmed against his bloody chest. Against — Gerrard’s wide eyes searched it — no, not an injury, not his own blood. But… someone else’s. Another orc’s, surely. A Bautul.

“And who’s taking the fall for you?” Gerrard asked now, sharper than before. “Who’s keeping Slagvor away from here right now?”

Olarr’s hand spasmed again, his mouth working, and oh, hell, that was actually a tear, streaking from his eye. “Silfast,” he rasped. “He was not yet dead when — when I left. He can bear great pain, he has always taken great pride in this, but —”

Fuck. Fuck. Visions of the snide, snarling Silfast were flooding Gerrard’s brain, roiling in his gut. Because no, Silfast hadn’t been kind in the slightest, but Olarr had trusted him, and clearly cared for him, and now, now —

“But — how?” Gerrard demanded, his voice cracking. “How did Slagvor find out? Did your brothers…”

Did they betray you, he wanted to ask, but couldn’t, couldn’t — and Olarr shook his head, rubbed the back of his hand on his mouth. “We were — careless,” he croaked. “Or — I was. Your scent — a drop of your seed — landed upon my pack, our last night together. But I had borrowed this pack from Silfast, and Slagvor turned first upon him, whilst Kalfr pulled me away. Before” — Olarr’s throat convulsed — “Slagvor could link the scents, and find you all over me.”

Damn it. Damn it to fucking hell and back, and Gerrard’s hands dragged at his face, his throat. “And what — what was Silfast’s story,” he gulped, and he didn’t want to know, he didn’t. “Couldn’t he just say — fuck, I don’t know — the scent was just from a stupid prank by a human, or just some fool getting off in the woods, and not realizing the pack was there? If Silfast left it behind while he was off hunting or something?”

He was grasping, he well knew, clutching at a fantasy world where vile captains didn’t immediately jump to the worst conclusions — but Olarr was already shaking his head, his mouth even grimmer than before. “Mayhap,” he replied, “had we not just come back from scouting, scenting of… here. And one of Slagvor’s orcs — one of his most loyal warriors — remembered you from our battles here. Remembered your scent and your face and your rank, because” — his voice cracked — “you are so fair. So beautiful.”

Of fucking course. Of course some random awful orc would remember Gerrard’s fool face, would link it to a drop of spunk on a fucking borrowed pack, and it would ruin his life.

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