My tiny new wife is a force of chaos bent on turning my life upside down.
I am a researcher. I read books, conduct experiments, and live quietly on the fringes of the orc town. All I want is peace, quiet, and a female to satisfy the wild urges of my orc body so they don't distract me from my work.
Getting a human wife through the Temple seems like a logical solution—until I bring her home and she starts sowing chaos. She moves my books, cuts my herbs to make bouquets, and replaces the blessed silence with laughter and song. For such a tiny person, she can be very loud. And opinionated.
Worst of all, she does nothing to calm my libido. Instead, she makes my body eager and my mind obsessed. She encroaches on my space, my work, my thoughts, and worst of all, my heart.
I hate being out of control, yet with her, it's all I can be. This cannot go on. Something has to give.
The Temple, a matchmaking service for monsters, shifters, and aliens, is open for service.
Contains mature themes.
