A flicker of annoyance passed through his golden eyes; it seemed his inner turmoil had caused him to miss this young female.
"Kun!" A familiar magnetic voice rang out, and Kun instantly felt his murderous intent intensifying in this moment. With his thin lips tightly pursed and a furrowed brow, he turned around and strode away.
Watching the retreating back of the stern orc, Namila's expression darkened, resembling the sky during the rainy season.
An orc by her side chuckled lightly: "What's up with Kun? Namila, you're so beautiful, and yet he refuses you time and again. I wonder who he will eventually mate with."
Namila responded with a cold laugh: "As long as I, Namila, exist, he can only be my partner. Anyone who dares to compete with me will become the public female of our tribe."
Her words were full of venom.
The orc behind her stiffened, his eyes filled with gloom. This Kun—how annoying he was.
