The young Orc curled his lip and sat down next to the blond Orc. "Kun, Namila wants you to be her mate, and everyone in the tribe knows it. She is the daughter of the clan leader and she is so beautiful. Aren’t you happy that she likes you?"
There was clear envy in the young Orc’s voice.
The blond Orc finally stirred. He slowly opened his eyes, and the golden pupils were like two suns, incredibly attractive. Even his fellow male Orc was stunned by the sight. "Kun, you’re too perfect. It’s no wonder Namila likes you so much."
In stark contrast to his sun-like hair and pupils was Kun’s character, as cold as frost and snow. When his sunny eyes looked at soone, they didn’t radiate warmth, but a chill that made an Orc shiver.
"Shut up about her!" The golden pupils narrowed, full of disgust and chilling coldness.
The young Orc just helplessly scratched his head. "Alright, alright, I won’t ntion her."
Kun looked away, and closed his eyes again.
Feeling helpless, the young Orc patted his butt and stood up. "The Clan Leader just asked everyone to pass it on. Everyone should gather in the center of the tribe during dinner ti to make an announcent. You’d better not be late."
The Blond Orc didn’t even move his eyelids, it was like he didn’t hear it.
The young Orc knew Kun heard him, he just couldn’t be bothered to respond. He sighed and turned to go back to the village.
After the young Orc left, Kun opened his eyes.
He dreaded eting that annoying female during dinner. He really wished...
A hint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes as radiant as the sun.
He propped up his arm and sat up. The proportionally well-distributed muscles on his upper body were perfect, full of strength but not overly built, presenting a lean elegance none of his tribe mbers possessed. His long and powerful legs were especially attractive to females, no wonder the clan leader’s daughter, Namila, was smitten by him at first sight.
The night cooled as the winds blew. The center of the tribe was filled with Orcs, gathered and waiting for the arrival of the Clan Leader.
Kun found a subtle corner to stand, however, his dazzling blond hair and cold deanor drew everyone’s attention the mont he appeared. Any attempt for him to stay low key was in vain.
"Kun, I heard that Namila wants you as her mate?" A muscular Orc ca over to Kun, his voice full of jealousy.
Kun glanced at him and looked away, too disinterested to respond.
Kun’s dismissive attitude enraged the Orc. He was about to throw a punch at Kun when a feminine voice stopped him.
"Daru, dare to touch him and see what happens." The female’s voice was a little hoarse, filled with reproach towards Daru and fondness for Kun.
Daru, the Orc, hesitated for a bit before finally relenting. Not wanting to upset the female, he sullenly lowered his fist. "Namila, he doesn’t even like you. It’s a waste of your ti. I just wanted to teach him a lesson."
Namila, wearing a beast skin tube top and a short skirt that barely covered her bottom, revealed her bronze waist. The skirt swayed as she walked, drawing attention from the surrounding Orcs.
Namila glared at Daru, her gaze burning into Kun. "Which female on this continent is more beautiful and prestigious than I, Namila? In the end, you will be my mate."
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