King_Starr

I whimpered in pain.

This is how it feels like to be cursed, right?

That's me, Kaidaira Steele.

Sold by mother,  raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years!

It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence!
***

I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk.

“Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!"

"So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice.

"I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood”

***

Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. 

She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be!

After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. 

Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat.

There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who has a secret of his own thus they strike a deal of the century.

A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant!

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Alpha Baby Maker: The Second Rate Gala

The familiar, intoxicating scent of someone I loved filled the air. I instinctively pushed myself deeper into it.

I stirred from the gentle pressure of lips on mine. His soft, lingering kisses traced the curve of my jaw, you know...that sensitive spot below my ear, before finally settling on my lips, coaxing me awake.

A sigh escaped me, it was pure contentment. If this was the rest of my life...then I made it.

I opened my eyes to find his face inches from mine. His brown eyes, usually so intense, were soft as a tender smile played on his lips. It was free of any worry about council. It was perfect.

"Morning" he murmured "Or should I say afternoon?" He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. His touch was more of a caress.

When the silence is too loud