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

I groaned, stirring in the passenger seat. I had a splitting headache.

I pushed myself up, disoriented. I looked around, trying to remember what had happened. I flexed my hands, staring at them in wonder.

Strength flooded my movements, and color returned to my cheeks. The dying shadow was gone.

"Josh…" I breathed, my voice strong and clear. "I feel… alive." My laughter echoed a little bit.

I haven't felt this way in a while.

But then I looked at Joshua, my eyes wide with realization and dawning horror. "Kai! They have Kai! We have to go back home! Now!"

But Josh just kept driving, calm and peaceful. He glanced at me, smiling faintly. "Who's Kai?"

The color drained from my face as I stared at Josh.

My eyes searched his with a desperation that bordered on terror. I saw nothing there.

No recognition. No love. No pain. Just polite confusion and a strange, unsettling lightness.

Saint Joshua