Alpha King's Luna's Affair

Carla.

“Carla! Please make your way over here."

When the manager of the orphanage called my name, I was deeply engrossed in having fun with the other children. Their laughter and joy surrounded me, creating a bubble of happiness that I was reluctant to leave. But as soon as I heard her voice, I immediately responded, "Right away, I'll be there," and I meant it wholeheartedly.

For almost my entire childhood, up until the age of 18, she acted as my guardian, a figure of authority and support in a world that often felt chaotic. I was completely clueless about my family history and had no idea who my parents were or why they had abandoned me. The only thing I was aware of was that I had spent the vast majority of my life in that orphanage. The manager had told me, in soft, comforting tones, that they found me in the woods when I was only about three or four years old, alone and frightened.

I tried desperately to search for my true identity, holding onto the flickering hope that my parents would somehow appear and find me, but that miraculous event never happened. So, I adapted as a she-wolf omega and lived in the orphanage, where the staff helped me study diligently until I finished high school in a rough, poor neighborhood that felt far removed from the world I longed to explore. My hopes of advancing my education by enrolling in college were dashed when I discovered that the orphanage did not have the financial resources to cover the daunting costs of my education.

Unfortunately, the alpha king of the werewolves did not support the omegas to the same extent as he did his own kind, the powerful alphas and betas. I had developed a deep-seated aversion to him even before we had ever spoken. Without even knowing who I was, he shattered all of my hopes and ambitions without a second thought.

Everyone else in the orphanage admired him, but not me. I couldn’t help but wonder: what are the key differences between being from a wealthy werewolf family and being from a low-income omega family like ours? The disparities were glaring, and they only fueled my resentment.

Additionally, I was forced to work in the orphanage; I was unable to leave under any circumstances, as if I were trapped in a prison of my own making. The distance between the orphanage and the omega school was only a mile, yet it felt like an insurmountable chasm. To say that I had a miserable childhood would be a gross understatement compared to the torment I endured throughout my life. They even prevented me from participating in the annual mating ritual, which required every unmated she-wolf and unmated wolf to enter the forest and run around until they found their mates. I had hoped to find a good mate, lead a normal life, and start my own family, even if my mate turned out to be a poor omega like me. However, orphaned girls like us were not permitted to participate because we lacked a family history, and our parents' identities remained a mystery.

Because of this, the level of hatred I harbored in my heart for the alpha king was unfathomable, a festering wound that never seemed to heal.

But I did have a plan for the future. It included working as a teacher in the orphanage for a year and a half, then leaving the kingdom to find a job, a place to live, and to pursue higher education. I yearned to accomplish something meaningful with my life, to break free from the shackles of my past.

I wanted to be financially successful and to start a family of my own someday. It wasn't easy to survive on just two small meals a day for the past 18 years! It was difficult to share a cramped bed with two other girls and to wear the same dress for an entire season without washing it. The lack of comfort was a constant reminder of our situation, and I often found myself dreaming of a better life.

Even the bathroom with the showers was a communal space that I shared with many other girls, making it even more challenging to find a moment of privacy.

The situation was even more dire than that of a prison. I was confident that if I ran away, I could find a man willing to pay for my college tuition and enroll me in a college of my choice. I believed my attractive appearance would help me find a rewarding position, a way out of my current circumstances.

Why should I be interested in male wolves if they weren't interested in girls like us who had no history or family? It felt like a cruel joke.

However, I could not deny that I loved all the little girls and boys in the orphanage as if they were my siblings. They were my family in many ways, and I wished to help pass on the knowledge I had acquired. I felt it was important to offer them as much assistance as I could, to be the mentor I never had.

I went up to the manager's office and knocked on her door before entering once she gave me permission.

"Yes, Madam, you called me?"

She gestured for me to take a seat and said, "Yes, Carla. Here, have a seat. It is imperative that we have this conversation."

I indicated that I understood by nodding; she gave me an intense look that left me feeling perplexed and anxious. I then said, "Sure. I was wondering if everything was going well. I mean, did something terrible happen?"

She gave me a feeble smile and shook her head before saying, "Actually, you know that you turned 18 two weeks ago. As you know, you either need to leave the orphanage and find a new home and job for yourself according to the rules or you can work here."

My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I tried to decide which direction to take. "I was under the impression that we had already discussed this, and that I had committed to working here. Have you made a different decision?" She gave a disappointed sigh and shook her head. "No, but we are unable to provide you with a high salary or an attractive job. I can't hire you as a teacher, especially considering you didn't graduate from university. I just can't do it." She took a breath, and her tone changed in an odd way, making me feel even more confused.

I blinked, feeling completely bewildered. I waited for her to continue speaking with agitated anticipation until she did. At that point, she said, "So, my offer for you is to work as a nanny in the orphanage."

I was taken aback and utterly shocked. My brow furrowed in confusion as I questioned, "What? A nanny?! Do you want me to make the beds, clean the laundry, and feed the children?"

She nodded and said, "Yes. However, you have the option to decline the position, move out of the orphanage, and look for work."

After hearing this, I immediately felt disoriented and homeless, as though the ground had been pulled out from under me.

I asked her, while pondering the question, "Why? You promised me a good job here! I was under the impression that you considered me your daughter."

She creased her brows and said, "I am so helpless in this matter. And I thought you loved the kids and were ready to help them in everything!" I rubbed my face and tried to think, but my brain wasn't working very well. She, along with the rules of the kingdom, dashed all of my hopes and expectations! Why do they hold us responsible for not having parents to look after us and provide for us financially?

After that, she addressed me, saying, "Carla, pay attention to what I have to say. I will make an effort to help you. I have a scheme in mind, but for it to work, you have to carry out my instructions exactly."

In doing so, she restored my faith in the future, lighting a small spark of hope within me. I tilted my head back and gave her a thoughtful look before responding, "Yes, of course, please. I will follow all of your directives exactly. What are your plans?"

She stood up and moved closer to me, placing her hand on my shoulders and telling me, "The alpha king has decided to visit the orphanage tomorrow. As a result, I thought it would be best to celebrate the children's birthdays together and throw a modest party. I would really appreciate it if you could sing at the party and watch over the children for the entirety of the celebration. I will demonstrate to the alpha king how much you care, and I will ask him to pay your tuition fees so that you can enroll in college, or at the very least, I will ask him to give you a good job working in his castle."

Despite my deep-seated hatred for that king, if he was my ticket out of that orphanage and could teach me how to live a normal life, then there was no reason for me to refuse his assistance, no matter how much I loathed the idea.

I got to my feet, gave a satisfied nod, and agreed without hesitation, saying, "Sure. I promise to work to the best of my ability."

But then, just as I was about to excuse her to leave and go back to the children, she stopped me by the door and said, "Wait. You must wear this dress tomorrow if you want to make a good impression on the king and his ministers."

When I turned my head, I saw a large box; she handed it to me and instructed me to "open the box" while beaming broadly.

I was impressed and surprised to see a tight, short red dress, black heels, and even a small box containing makeup on her vanity.

I blinked twice and asked in a confused tone, "Really? Is that for me?"

She acknowledged my question with a nod and a motherly touch on my cheeks before saying, "Yes. In all honesty, I had an alternative course of action in mind for you. If the alpha king chose not to assist you, at least one of the ministers or warriors might become smitten with your attractiveness and decide to take you as their mate."

I was speechless, and my eyes watered; I had never considered that she might have organized all of this for my benefit. I threw myself at her and gave her a bear hug, saying, "Thank you so much. I'd like to express my gratitude for the care you've provided for me."

"All right, now get out of here and take the rest of the day for yourself. Make sure you're prepared, and then wax your entire body. I want you to have a day tomorrow that is bright and beautiful like the sun."

I was unaware that she was only using me as a pawn in another nefarious plot, despite her seemingly thoughtful demeanor.

Unfortunately, her plan was to take advantage of my beauty to improve her position in the workforce, to elevate her standing in a world that often overlooked the needs of the vulnerable.

However, it was too late to comprehend what was happening. I was a foolish and naive young woman, and for the majority of my life, I had almost thought of her as a family member and my mother, believing in her words and intentions, unaware of the complexities of her true motives.

Carla.

Not only was there a sliver of a chance for me to get into college or, at the very least, find a good job in the alpha king's castle, but also because I truly and from the very depths of my heart loved all of these 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 determined to make it an event they would cherish forever. The excitement bubbled within me, knowing that I had the opportunity to bring joy to their lives, which had been filled with hardship and uncertainty.

It was a little strange for me because the alpha king had never visited our orphanage in the previous 18 years of my life. During that time, I had been there, enduring the ups and downs of life without any significant outside influence. Despite this, I detested him because of the ridiculous rules he enforced and the way he partitioned this kingdom into a higher class 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. Everyone had been talking about how much he loved his luna queen, and how he refused to get mated in the future after she had passed away because of his love for her, but it was possible that these things were just stories, and that there was nothing true about them. I often wondered if his devotion was genuine or merely a façade to maintain his image as a noble ruler.

Although no one was ever able to determine how she passed away or the reasons behind her untimely demise, there was a widespread rumor that she was murdered while she was sleeping, which cast a dark shadow over 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 in my life. Perhaps, deep down, he understood the struggles of the orphans and would extend a helping hand to someone like me, who had been lost for far too long in a world that seemed to have forgotten us.

That particular night, I was unable to get to sleep. It wasn't because I had contributed an excessive amount of time to the birthday preparations; rather, I couldn't sleep because I kept having daydreams about the possibilities 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 would happen if King Thunder refused to hire me or pay for my college expenses? These thoughts gnawed at me, making it hard to find peace, as I lay in my bed surrounded by the sounds of the other children sleeping soundly.

Because of this, I swatted away the negative ideas, got out of bed, and made the decision to stay awake the entire night in order to formulate plan B. It was imperative that I display my 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 me and decide to make me their mate. This idea both thrilled and terrified me; the prospect of being noticed felt like a double-edged sword, promising hope while also risking rejection.

However, it was not a terrible idea; I was aware of how desirable I was, and in order to shine, all I required were some nice clothes and some makeup, both of which 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 the process. I felt a surge of determination as I realized that I could take control of my fate and make the most of this opportunity, no matter how daunting it felt.

I started at the top of my head and worked my way down, waxing my body inch by inch until it was as smooth as baby skin, a process that took longer than I anticipated. I laid my dress out on the bed, and then I couldn't stop staring at that incredible dress. It was 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 my habit of wearing gently used dresses for everyday wear. So, naturally, I was concerned about how I would appear the next day given that I was going to be dressed in this, fearing that I might not live up to the expectations that came with such a beautiful outfit.

I made the conscious decision to go to bed as soon as the sun came up because I knew that I needed to get plenty of shut-eye in order to be in the best possible 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 be performing all of the quality assurance checks on her own, which provided me with some relief and allowed me to focus on my appearance without any stress.

During the deepest part of my sleep, I had a pleasant dream in which I saw myself sitting on a massive seat and being surrounded by servants, enjoying a life I had always longed for. In the dream, I may have been wearing a crown or something similar, but I know 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 wristwatch, and when I did, I saw that it was getting close to 5 o'clock. So, I stood up straight and stretched my arms; it was time to make sure the children were okay before putting on my dress and getting ready for the party that was supposed to start at seven o'clock.

I shuffled my feet and smiled as I went about my business because I couldn't shake the pleasant dream that was going through my head, the images still vivid in my mind. As I stepped outside, I checked on the children 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, making my heart swell with happiness. They all joyfully yelled my name in unison while simultaneously exclaiming, "Sister! Carla!” The sound of their voices filled me with warmth and reminded me of the bond we shared.

"I suppose that the party can start without any further delay from any of you," I said. I couldn't help but chuckle as I planted kisses 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 least, they will be able to rejoice in the pleasures of eating delicious cakes and playing games all through the night, and I would be the one to bring that joy to them.

I instructed them, "Guys, the time has come for you to remain calm, and you need to make sure that you are prepared on time. I'm going to go ahead and check on the dress, as well as 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 walked into the kitchen, where I was taken aback to see the manager. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her working in the kitchen, usually overseeing things from a distance.

"Madam, you are here?" I asked, surprised at the sight of her, her presence a comforting reminder that she truly cared about the event. While she took a bite 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 couple of hours, the alpha king Thunder is going to pay a visit to us." Her seriousness made my heart race with anticipation and apprehension at the same time.

I acknowledged her concerns by nodding, but because I knew what they were, I refrained from asking any further questions. I understood the importance of this 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 narrowed her eyes and walked closer to me, asking, "You didn't wear your clothes yet?" Her tone was firm but caring, as if she genuinely wanted the best for me.

I blinked, confused because it was so early; I mean, I won't need more than an hour to get ready. When she asked me what I thought, I told her, "I still have more time." I 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 down to your waist and put on some light makeup, then put on your dress and wait for me until I tell you to come out of your room," she instructed with a sense of urgency.

I blinked, confused, and replied, "But you have asked me to join the kids and sing for them." I felt torn between my responsibilities and her insistence. 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 the situation to you when I get there. Got it?" The firmness in her voice made it clear that she meant business, and I didn't want to disappoint her.

I merely nodded and gave a dismissive shrug before responding, "Whatever you say." Why would I choose to contradict what she has said? I had never even considered disobeying 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 entire birthday party for the children just so that she could help me with my problem, I realized that she had gone to a lot of effort and cared deeply for my future.

I went back to the modest room that the manager had allowed me to use for the day; this wasn't my room at all, but I was grateful for the space. We all slept in large rooms together, each of which contained ten beds, and none of 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; rather, you were required to share everything with the other kids in order to learn that being selfish could leave you lonely for the rest of your life. This was especially important given that none of us here had a family of our own.

I have never broken any of the rules, but they have always served as a painful reminder to me that I do not have any family, a truth that weighed heavily on my heart. Despite my perfect compliance, 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 locked it behind me. Then, I stripped off all of my clothes and went to the bathroom, where I got into the bathtub and took a refreshing shower to calm my mind, the warm water soothing my nerves.

It was important to me that every part of my body was thoroughly cleaned once more, a ritual of preparation that made me feel alive and hopeful. After what felt like 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 in front of the mirror, admiring how flawless I looked and thinking about how long it took me to get to this point, reflecting on all the challenges I had overcome.

After that, I let out a sigh of frustration and said, "Look how pretty you are, and you still are not allowed to participate in the ritual and get a mate!" The 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 brow. My skin was lightly tanned, which gave me a better appearance of sexiness, despite the fact that I was not particularly quiet in my demeanor or attitude.

After waiting for over an hour in my bed before getting dressed, I finally got up and got ready with renewed determination. I started by applying makeup, then I started 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 looked absolutely stunning! I could never have imagined that my appearance would ever resemble that in any way, and the realization filled me with both pride and anxiety.

My flawless body curves were highlighted by the dress, and my breasts were partially exposed, which made me feel both empowered and vulnerable. I rotated my entire body and examined myself in a mirror numerous times, each glance reinforcing my sense of self-worth. When I wore that dress, I felt like the most confident version of myself, ready to take on the world and everything it had to offer.

I was standing there in my heels as I awaited the arrival of the manager, who would then grant me permission to join the party. The anticipation built within me, creating a mix of excitement and 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 visible in the widening of her eyes, and she exclaimed, "Wow! You have an absolutely stunning appearance. I have no doubt in my mind that the alpha king, Thunder, will have nothing but praise for you."

I had no idea why, but her words made me a little worried and confused, but I didn't comment or ask her why because I didn't want to appear ignorant. Why should 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 appearance wouldn't be a problem if I were to enroll in one of the wealthy wolves' universities. The stakes felt incredibly high, and I was terrified of failing.

The manager accidentally sprayed her perfume onto my dress, and that brought me back to reality, the sweet scent enveloping me like a warm hug. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this was my moment, and I was determined not to let it slip away.