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

Rain hammered on the truck roof like a brick as I tried to navigate the road without veering off and killing us.

Ryder laid in the passenger seat, pale and sweating... trying to give me enough reason to crash us on purpose.

"Bet she sounds different now," he said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "With him. Bet she screams that fancy Lycan pet name she has for Bronc. Jack Rebel" He drew the name out, mocking. "Louder than she ever screamed for me. Louder than you've dreamt that she will scream for you."

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles almost white. I didn't react. Didn't look at him. Just stared at the rain-slicked road.

He'd been like this for miles. Needling. Twisting the knife about Kai. About her and Bronc. Trying to make me crack. Trying to share his own bitter hell like I wasn't living mine already.

The price of not knowing