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Twins For The Wild Orc

Sweet Monsters Treats

Michele Mills

Copyright © 2023 by Michele Mills

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Cover Artist: Mariah Sinclair

Editor: Aquila Editing

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Contents

Twins For The Wild Orc

1. Drew

2. Drew

3. Drew

4. Whelan

5. Drew

6. Whelan

7. Whelan

8. Drew

9. Drew

10. Whelan

Epilogue

Twins For The Wild Orc

A drunken, one-night stand with a wild Orc turns into a life-long commitment.

Because I’ve given birth to his twin babies. And now I can’t find the green, horned father of my children, which is really my own fault. He came on strong, calling me his “Bride” and I got scared at the idea of marrying a ferocious Orc. After he passed out next to me, snoring loudly (because he’d finished for the seventeenth time) I slipped out of the hotel bed and sprinted off into the night.

A year later, our babies are three months old and it’s nearly impossible, caring for the needs of Orc twins all on my own.

My babies need their daddy. And maybe…I need him too?

After hiring a private investigator, I’ve found the exact commune he lives on in the wilds of Maine.

And I’m bringing him two sweet treats for Halloween—his twin sons.

Sweet Monster Treats

Twins for the Wild Orc is a sweet and steamy monster romance that is part of the Sweet Monster Treats collection. Each book is a standalone, containing its own Happily Ever After, and they can be read in any order. Be sure to explore the other titles in the collection:

Cookies for my Orc Neighbor by Michele Mills

Candy For My Orc Boss by Ava Ross

Cupcakes For My Orc Enemy by Honey Phillips

The Single Mom and the Orc by Honey Phillips

Single Dad Orc by Ava Ross

Chapter 1

Drew

Both my precious orc babies are asleep in the backseat of my brand-new SUV.

I’ve never in my life found it necessary to own a car so freaking huge and rugged, but driving through northern Maine in chilly October, to meet up with the twisty-horned Wild Orc who knocked me up a little over a year ago, has convinced me to purchase something different.

Halloween is three days away and I’m on my way to visit (and hopefully move into) an Orc Commune that I think is entirely off the grid. Therefore, I’ve got a shit ton of luggage and baby paraphernalia squeezed into the back of the car and I’m certain all of it will be highly necessary.

White pines, maple trees and lush green mountainous countryside zip past on either side. This newfound quiet with both twins dozing off behind me feels like a massive lottery win. My tires finally crunch through the leaf-swept roads in peace.

Both of my three-month-old babies, Bran and Owen, each spat out their pacifiers earlier in the drive, wailing loudly, with nowhere for me to pull over to try and calm them. I’d made sure to stop at the last bit of civilization to feed and change both babies to keep them comfortable before progressing farther up the narrow roads, but to no avail. I about had a panic attack at their constant crying, tearful from my own frustration. But now I can see through the rearview mirror that my fussy twins are finally asleep, their little chests rising and falling.

Oh, babies.

I love them desperately—their small black starter horns, soft green skin and dark eyes cause my heart to melt—but I’m also grateful they’re out for the duration of this trip. This cease-fire is what I need so I can focus and get us to our destination—and this is what they need too. Now I can finish the rest of this long-ass drive ahead of me. Because I’m on a mission to reunite my babies with their long-lost daddy, and nothing is going to stop me from accomplishing this task.

Because my babies are a blessing and I’ve come to the realization that they need their orc daddy.

And I need him too.

The moment I discovered I was pregnant with not one but two orc sons, I was all-in. Strangely, I wasn’t scared, just happy and elated. Yes, it was nerve-wracking to discover at twenty-nine years old I was going to instantly become a single mom, especially since I’d always envisioned marriage and raising children with an eventual husband in the picture. But it didn’t work out that way, and since I was financially stable, I wasn’t horribly concerned about the ramifications.

I’ve got this I wrote constantly on post-it notes taped onto my fridge, bathroom mirror, and wall calendar.

And I did, at least at first.

The pregnancy and delivery of the twins turned out to be the easy part. I cradled them both in my arms in the hospital bed, their pudgy tummies causing my heart to skip a beat with love and devotion. I wanted to nibble on their little arms and kiss their delicate hands twenty times a day.

Like I said, a blessing.

But as soon as they came home, the honeymoon ended and the hard work began. My best friend Amelia flew across the country to stay with me the whole first week after I brought my babies home, which was super sweet of her. But the babies were a handful for the both of us and not just because there were two of them. The twins wanted only me, and I wasn’t enough to keep them happy.

The live-in Nanny who arrived when Amelia left tried to help but the babies rejected her too, which was bizarro considering she was wonderful. Bran and Owen are often restless and want only to be fed directly from my breast. Bottles simply won’t do. They prefer my arms holding them and no one else. Nothing much seems to comfort them. I fall asleep each night with the both of them in my arms, and even then, their sleep is fitful.

I haven’t published a thing, written a single word, or even checked social media, since the moment I went into labor. I’m lucky if I can get a shower. My life has been a roller coaster of feeding babies, changing diapers and trying to eat and sleep.

I kept trying to tell myself it would all get better with time, but I sense irritability and unhappiness from Bran and Owen that isn’t normal. I know this isn’t the way my boys naturally behave, but I have no proof. Just a mother’s instinct. My pediatrician and my lactation nurse in southern California are sympathetic but neither of them understand orc development and think a single woman raising orc twins without their orc father nearby is a never-before-seen oddity. They’ve literally asked to use me as a case study.

Ugh.

I truly thought I could do this on my own. I mean, I’d run away from the babies’ father, whose name I didn’t even know at the time, for a very good reason.

And children are raised all over the world by single-parent households all the time. This isn’t new. And I was lucky enough to be financially secure, able to take all the time I needed off work, and hire extra help.

But a few weeks ago, I read a brand-new book I found at the bookstore, written by a modern orc in a small town with his human Bride and four orc sons. It was an eye-opening memoir, explaining the ins and outs of raising orc children in an urban setting amongst humans. I learned orc lore states sons are raised mainly by their fathers. Sadly, human mothers are considered transitory. Never did the author mention his sons being irritable, sleepless, and only wanting their mother. I believe this is because my own babies need their father nearby to thrive. And I need guidance from actual orcs.

I can’t continue to raise Bran and Owen on my own in the human world, on the opposite side of the country from their mysterious orc daddy. They aren’t thriving with only humans in their vicinity. Hence this desperate drive with my babies in tow to an Orc Commune in the middle of nowhere.

And how did I end up pregnant and alone?

I blame it on too much wine and a hotel bar in Bangor, Maine.

I was decompressing after a writer’s retreat. Drunk after only two glasses of wine. And instantly hot for the big, sexy orc who sat down next to me. Everyone else in the room squealed or tensed in fear. I licked my lips and moved closer to his bare chest that peeked from an unbuttoned shirt.

He smelled sooooo good.

I lost my mind, behaving in ways I never have in my entire life. I loved his tusks and horns and all those powerful muscles. Some people think orcs are ugly and in fact beastly, something to be avoided. But I’d never been so bold. In fact, just sitting in that bar by myself was a first. I was all over him in an instant, so forward, with my hand on his bare arm much too often. In minutes I’d talked him into taking me up to his room.

I know. It was cray. I’d never in my life had a one-night stand or picked a guy up in a bar, club, or anywhere else. But I was just that attracted to him. The area between my thighs was hot, wet and throbbing for him alone.

And he was really into me that night too.

After that big orc finished nutting for what seemed like the seventeenth time and insisted I have just one more orgasm, I thought I might have found someone who I should try to keep in touch with, because sex with this guy was clearly next level.

But as the night wore on the growl in his voice became more and more intimidating. He was a reasonably normal and gentle orc at first, despite his tall, twisted horns and jutting tusks when we met at the hotel bar. But after I removed my clothes in his room on the tenth floor, he immediately referred to me as his “Bride.” And much later he started mumbling about fighting his own urges, wanting to drag me by my hair into his cave? I loved his big muscles and his horns, tusks and claws, but he started getting a bit rough at the end of the evening as if he were losing control. He’d originally referred to himself as a “Wild Orc” which I should have realized meant “off the hook.”

Yeah, as soon as he passed out, I got out of there quick. I ran away from our hotel bed and sprinted off into the night.

In my defense, when I left after our one-night stand, I thought my IUD was working great, but somehow it didn’t.

Maybe I should’ve stayed and given him more of a chance? He could’ve woken up the next morning, acting completely normal again. But I also had a flight to catch that very next morning. And I wasn’t in the frame of mind to find a husband. I’d wanted a rare hook-up after days spent at a writer’s conference and nothing else. Something daring and different to shake up my boring workaholic existence. Three hours later I was already on an airplane heading back across the country. I thought my night with that hot orc would be a pleasant memory and nothing more. Also, I’d dodged a bullet—getting away from a Wild Orc who might’ve woken up and dragged me off to his lair.

But, back home in my own lonely bed in my condo with views of the Pacific Ocean, I quickly discovered I was missing that big orc and his luscious green dick. The sound of his voice and his scent haunted my mind and body. No wonder I’d fallen into his bed so quickly, after very little conversation. And I stayed all night because my orc’s shaft was thicker than any man I’d ever met. He knew exactly how to touch, suck and lick a clitoris and he’d even managed to find my G-spot in record time. I was so desperate to recreate these conditions, I ordered a green, custom-made dildo to his exact specifications. It’s still not good enough because the simple dildo isn’t the same as having his large, hot body covering mine. His lips, the scrape of his tusks and his large fingers. Oh, and his scent, the touch of his hot skin…but the dildo works in a pinch.

I got extremely horny while pregnant and it would’ve been great having him there to service me. But then I’d remember how he wanted to drag me off to his lair and possibly kidnap me, and I’d again decide to go this alone.

Yes, I should’ve told him I was pregnant right away, but I wasn’t ready to see that orc with questionable motives again.

But a whole year later, I continue to want him desperately and no one else. The thought of someone other than Bran and Owen’s father touching me leaves me cold. And after I read that book about orc families, I understood his motives so much better.

One year later I want a do over.

So I hired a private investigator and discovered that hot orc is named Whelan Overlook and he lives on an Orc Commune in Maine.

My babies need him.

And…and maybe I need their daddy too.

I glance down at the GPS which clearly shows my progress to this mysterious commune. I’m almost there. Ten minutes away. We’re off the main highway now, with dense forest on either side and views of remote mountain lakes, having left the last vestiges of civilization over an hour ago. Luckily, it’s a crisp and sunny day, with no rain or snow. Although the winter weather should be showing up in the next month because it’s nearly Halloween.

I bite my lips as anxious nerves flutter in my stomach. Supposedly orcs don’t approve of random human visitors to their communes. What if they turn me away because I’m not arriving with their father?

Oh, well, I’ve still got to try. I’m coming in hot and fast with two orc babies in tow. I’ll just do my best to talk them into letting me inside to meet up with Whelan. I was told his residence was at this specific commune.

A whimper escapes my lips.

What if the private investigator is wrong and Whelan lives elsewhere?

And I haven’t seen him since the night of our twins’ conception. As far as I know, he didn’t know my name either and he doesn’t know he has sons. Maybe he won’t want to have anything to do with me and our sons because of how I left? Which is sad because our babies are adorable. Maybe he’s already moved on and found another human female to mate and I’m a distant memory?

The guilt hits me hard. Who am I kidding? He’s going to hate me. This isn’t going to be pretty. He’d called me his “Bride,” and I left without a backward glance and then later found out I was pregnant and never told him.

I lift my chin, ready to face the drama I created. Nothing is going to stop me from doing what needs to be done to make sure Bran and Owen get the care they need. I’m here to make up for the past and that’s what I’m going to do. No chickening out now.

I pass a sign that says Warning: Orcs Only Past This Point.

I keep going.

Now the road turns to mainly gravel. Good thing I purchased this four-wheel drive after my recent cross-country move to Maine. It’s made for actual off-road driving. I pass another glinting mountain lake and realize the setting here is stunning. A hundred thousand acres of nearby wilderness is owned by Whelan’s Orc Tribe. I’m starting to think living here might not be so bad.

Oh hell. There’s a checkpoint up ahead and two scary-looking orc guards are stationed nearby. They look similar to Whelan, but with shorter horns and a slightly smaller build. Both wear dark pants and unbuttoned flannel shirts and aren’t carrying guns, thank god. Behind them, I assume, is the commune. There’s a fence made of thick wooden spikes and barbed wire on top that curves to the right and left with no end in sight either way. Very formidable. I can’t see past the fence, so I still have no idea of the layout of the commune or how many orcs live here.

I park at the checkpoint and lower my window.

The two orcs exit the wooden security shack positioned in front of the thick metal gate. They each eye me with obvious skepticism. The taller one speaks first. “And you are?”

I give him a brilliant smile with my best attitude. “My name is Drew Reilly.”

Stony silence.

I try to remain calm and quell the inner fright at their beastly green muscles and those flashing tusks. Whelan didn’t scare me, but these two are different. Ancient Orcs used to routinely kidnap human women from their villages and fill them with their sons. Hence the reason orcs are still remembered by many humans as dangerous beasts. But these are modern times and there is nothing to be afraid of because I’m here to visit a resident.

I can do this. I can do this.

“What is your purpose for arriving at the commune, human?”

I swallow. “Well, um… I met an orc about a year ago while visiting Bangor. We had, um, one night together and then I left him to catch a prearranged flight back across the country to my home in Southern California. But something happened as a result of our meeting that he doesn’t know about. And I’d like every much to be let inside of the commune so I can speak to him about it.”

“What is this orc’s name?”

“I’m here to meet up with Whelan Overlook.”

They nod and glance at each other. One of them goes into the guard shack and I see him talking on a phone.

“Whelan is not here,” the other guard announces.

“What?” I squeak. My heart drops into my stomach and my control slips away. And then I start babbling out of pure desperation, trying to quell the heat welling at the back of my eyes. I knew this could happen, but it had always seemed impossible. But after everything I’ve gone through to get here, along with the long drive and my lack of sleep, I can tell I’m about to have total breakdown. “But…but he must be here. I was told this was where he lives. I have to see Whelan. I have to. I have nowhere else to go and the babies need him.”

At that exact moment both of my sons awake in their car seats behind me because they hear the distress in my voice. Bran and Owen cry from the back, a familiar chorus. Tears start streaming in my eyes because now we’re all crying together.

“Orc infants?” the males shout and they each rush for the rear of my car.

I lower both back windows.

The guards end up on either side of the SUV, both leaning into a window to coo at the babies in their car seats. Bran and Owen instantly stop crying.

Wow. I turn around in my seat and see my babies smiling up at the males with sparkling black eyes. “How did you do that?” I rub at the wetness on my face and click out of my seat belt and open the door and step out. I gesture at Bran and Owen, sudden delight hitting me hard. “That might be the happiest my babies have been their whole lives. Keep smiling at them, it’s working. They like it.”

The bigger orc shrugs. “Infants need other adult orcs nearby to thrive. They have been unhappy without their kind nearby. Without their father.”

The other one flashes a look of anger at me. “You took these infants from their father?”

“No,” I try to explain, “No, I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left. I didn’t even know I could become pregnant. I was on birth control. I didn’t find out until later, after I’d returned home to Southern California.”

“We are very potent,” the male agrees.

“Well, when I discovered I was pregnant I didn’t know that orc’s name or where he lived or how to reach him. Plus, I still wasn’t sure that I wanted to…”

“You didn’t know if you wanted his offspring?”

“No, of course I wanted my babies.”

“Even if it was two orc sons?” the shorter guard challenges.

My brow furrows because I literally don’t understand this line of reasoning. “They are my sons. I love them no matter what and I think they’re adorable exactly the way they are. I want what’s best for them and coming here is obviously what’s best for them. So, I’m here. Yes, it took me a bit, until they are three months old, because there was a lot for me to sort out before I arrived. But again, I’m here.”

Their demeanor softens.

I turn because the metal gate rumbles open and an older orc with gray hair at his temples thunders through, charging straight for us. He looks mad, becoming easily the scariest orc I’ve ever seen and with horns taller than Whelan’s.

I take a step back, starting to doubt coming here in the first place. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. What if they try to take my babies away from me?

“You’re the female who drove my son mad?” he growls.

Heat rushes across my face as the babies’ grandfather confronts me. “Um…maybe?”

He stops at the SUV and glances into the back seat and his features soften. Large, rough fingers reach out through the open window to brush against Bran’s horns. “You’ve brought my grandsons back?”

“Yes. My name is Drew Reilly and these two are Bran and Owen Overlook. I wanted them to rejoin their father, Whelan Overlook. I’m here to see Whelan.”

He nods, seeming pleased by the discovery of their names. “I am Rogan Overlook, Whelan’s father and the grandfather of these two. We are family. You can drop the orc offspring here, with their belongings, and return from whence you came. I will take them in until my son returns. Thank you for traveling this long distance to return these infants where they belong. You may leave.”