Alpha king's Luna's affair

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hese children, I couldn't help but feel much happier as I prepared myself for the small birthday party. I was well prepared to throw them the most memorable birthday party in the history of the world, and I was

ss level of wealthy werewolves and an underground level of poor werewolves. It felt like a cruel joke that left many like me struggling to find our place. Despite this, I was also told how faithful he was to his late wife, and how in the twenty years since she passed away, he did not have a sexual encounter with another woman nor did he even touch another woman. Ev

ver his reign. But it demonstrates how he was a very good husband with a tender heart, and that gave me some hope that he might feel sorry for me and assist me in finding solutions to the problems I'm facing

ilities that tomorrow might bring. I was both excited and worried at the same time, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that made my heart race. I mean, what if King Thunder decided that he did not want to help me? What wo

y attractiveness as well as my sensual body. It's possible that one of his warriors, ministers, or even the wolves who are considered to be in the middle of the pack will be enticed by

were made available to me by the manager of the orphanage. Therefore, she has completed the first step, and it is now up to me to complete the remaining steps in t

unlike anything I had ever owned, and the thought of wearing it made my heart flutter with excitement. I had never worn a brand new elegant dress before, and I did so for the first time at that event, feeling a mix of thrill and anxiety. I never strayed far from m

sible shape and look. In addition, the manager reassured me that she would not require my services before the scheduled time. She indicated that she would

for certain that I was wearing a diamond necklace that sparkled with every breath I took. Even though I was aware that it was only a dream, it still managed to brighten my day and lift my spirits. After I woke up, the first thing I did was look at my wristwatc

en and saw that they were all smiling and jumping on their beds, filled with energy and excitement; I knew something was wrong. I suppose that they were just as excited as we were, and their joy was infectious, mak

ses on each of their adorable faces. During all those years, witnessing their happiness was a rewarding experience that made the struggles worthwhile. At the very le

s the food and the cakes." I wanted everything to be perfect, and I felt a surge of responsibility to make sure the party went off without a hitch. I gave them a wave and then walk

e of the food, she nodded and said, "Yes, I need to check everything by myself this time. The time is not what one would consider normal. Within the next co

visit, and I didn't want to distract her from her tasks. But she eyeballed me as if she was checking me thoroughly from my toes to my head, and then she nar

was convinced I could pull it off with a little planning and effort. She frowned and shook her head, saying, "No, go now and do something to your hair." "Let your hair flow

ence. As a form of warning, she pointed her index finger in my direction and said, "Not until the king arrives. I will come to your room and explain

sobeying her in the first place. Moreover, I was confident that she was acting in my best interest at this juncture. As she was telling me that she had organized the

us had our own private sleeping quarters. Why? In the orphanage, what exactly were the ground rules? This was not a hotel where you could use one private bed and room for yourself, as we were informed on a consistent basis; rathe

liance, this has caused me emotional distress, making me feel like an outsider even in a place that was supposed to be my home. After I had finished leaving the room, I shut the door and loc

ike an eternity, I finally got out of the shower and patted myself dry with the towel, feeling rejuvenated and ready to face the day ahead. I then stood barefoot

e bitterness of that thought stung, reminding me of the unfairness of my situation. I began blow drying my long black hair; I had blue eyes and a dark brown b

combing my hair, and I finished by putting on the red dress that was very tight on me, hugging my curves in a way that made me feel confident and beautiful. I thought I

vulnerable. I rotated my entire body and examined myself in a mirror numerous times, each glance reinforcing my sense of self-worth.

d nervousness that made my heart race. And, yes, after only a few more minutes had passed, the manager came storming inside and announced, "You're ready then." Her admiration was clearly visibl

uld it matter to me whether he thought my appearance was attractive or not? I only wanted him to see that I wasn't an ugly and filthy she-wolf and that my ap

to reality, the sweet scent enveloping me like a warm hug. I took a deep breath, re