A grouchy orc who has given up hope in finding his fated mate is forced to tend a ball with his tribe when a human dressed as a fairy literally falls into his lap.

Valpar was over it.

There were no longer orc females, all dead of unknown causes. Orcs had to look elsewhere. For ten years, they were present at all the mating balls of the realm. No orc had found their mate yet, and he had lost hope.

As second in command of his tribe, Valpar had to lead the males into one of the kingdoms to attend the Fae Kingdom's ball. He hated those balls. The dancing, the flirting, the women wanting to see what was beneath his cloth. But most of all, he hated what came at the end of the night.