Chapter Eleven
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Jasmine
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Is there another femalein the room with us?
"Fuck, Cailyn," Tristian roars.
That's when I truly see her.Oh god.I shove at the orcs to release me, and thankfully they obey.She couldn't see much from our side profiles, but it was evident that I had three orc cocks inside me.
I catch one last glimpse of her before she turns and leaves, as if to confirm that my eyes are not deceiving me.Yet, I don't think they are.I saw what I saw.
A female orc.
Her green skin glowed despite the dreary light.Half of her flaxen hair was roughly braided, while the other half was matted in places.She looked powerful—rough but powerful.
There was no mistaking the beauty of her perfectly symmetrical face, despite the smudges of dirt on her cheeks.
Her lips were full, and her eyes were an icy blue.She looked like a warrior—like what a female orc is supposed to look like: tall, stately, beautiful, and mesmerizing.The rest of her was draped in a thick fur coat, armed with the Kraukug shield.She's one of them.
I say nothing as they pull on their pants and head into the living room to see her.I hear them talking intimately.She knows them well, and they know her.
I can't be certain, but I'm sure I hear her say that a company owned by billionaires is drilling too close to the portal.
Then, first, a wave of anger rolls through me.They lied to me.They said there were no female orcs left.Then comes fear.Then jealousy.Raging hot jealousy.Finally, a good old-fashioned reality check.
I need to leave.I need to go back to the civilized world and face my problems—my problem being one mafia boss.
I rummage through the closets, looking for the pajamas I arrived in and my designer boots.Shoes have never let me down, I remind myself.
I slip into my clothes just before the door swings open, and in they step, as if nothing is wrong.
"What are you doing?"Tristian asks.
"Leaving.I need to get back to reality.You said there were no orc females here.You lied.Is she your bride, and you wanted some side human chick?That is so disgusting; you should be ashamed of yourselves.I hate you three orcs.You know what "orcs" really stands for?Overgrown rotten corrupt scoundrels.ORCS.And you know what else—"
I stop talking when another person appears at the door.What is going on?My brain takes a moment too long to compute what I'm looking at yet again.
Wait, Cailyn is a human being?
What?
My gaze darts to Tristian, Alexander, and Marquis, then back to this Cailyn.
She is stunning, but gone is her orc persona.Literally.Her skin is no longer green.She's not seven feet tall; her hair, still messy, is tied haphazardly into a ponytail.
"Hi," she says, waving her hand at me."I scout the land in orc clothes.I'm sorry if I scared you.Is that good enough?"She directs the question to them.They made her apologize to me?
Yeah, I'm still not getting it.Is this worse somehow?They have a human female here?
This does nothing to douse my burning jealousy.Oh my god, this is worse because Cailyn and I are the same.
"Why did you need me when you have her?"I ask stiffly.
