Orc’d At A Wedding

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I hired the biggest orc on the app to fake-date me through my cousin’s nightmare wedding. Big mistake. Huge. One bed. One thunderstorm. One moment I woke up plastered against seven feet of ash-gray muscle and suddenly my “professional boundaries only” orc was growling my name like he’d already cancelled the contract. Now he’s carrying me through the lobby like I’m his, refunding every penny, and offering me a ceremonial throwing knife in the parking lot because apparently that’s how orcs propose. My family is terrified. My ex is hiding. And Aunt Susan? She finally shut up. He tracks my stress levels like war, steps in front of flying wine like it’s his job, and looks at me like I’m the only thing in the room worth protecting. I paid for a plus-one. What I got was a possessive, soup-recipe-tattooed, overprotective orc who just decided forever starts right now. Read on for fake dating, massive size difference, one-bed chaos, knife-edge claiming, and an orc who ruins his entire career just to keep me. HEA guaranteed!

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