Cheating Mates

Carla

"Carla! Please make your way over here."

When the manager of the orphanage called my name, I was busy having fun with the other children. I immediately responded, "Right away, I'll be there," and I meant it.

Almost up until the age of 18, she acted as my guardian. I was clueless about my family history and had no idea who my parents were or why they had abandoned me. But the only thing I was aware of was the fact that I had spent the vast majority of my life in that orphanage. The manager shared with me that they found me in the woods when I was only about three or four years old only.

I tried to look for my real identity, and I had high hopes that my parents would appear and find me, but nothing from this happened, so I adapted myself as a she-wolf omega and lived in the orphanage; they helped me to study in the school until I finished my high school in the poor-neighborhood. 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 costs of my education.

Unfortuitously, the alpha king of the werewolves did not support the omegas to the same degree as they had supported themselves. I had a deep-seated, visceral aversion to him even before we had ever spoken. Without even knowing who I was, he shattered all of my hopes and ambitions.

Everyone else loved him but not me. What are the key differences between being from a wealthy werewolf family and being from a low-income omega family like us?

In addition to this, I was forced to work in the orphanage; I was unable to leave the building under any circumstances, just as if I were in prison. The distance between the orphanage and even the omega school was only a mile. To say that I had a miserable childhood would be a gross understatement in comparison to the torment I endured throughout my entire life. They went so far as to prevent me from taking part in the annual mating ritual, which requires every single unmated she-wolf and unmated wolf to enter the forest and run around until they find their mates. I had high hopes that I would be able to find a good mate for myself, lead a normal life, and start my own family even if my mate turned out to be a poor omega. Orphaned girls such as ourselves, however, were not permitted to participate because we lacked a family history and our parents' identities were unknown.

Because of this, the level of hatred that I harbored in my heart for the alpha king thunder was unfathomable.

But I did have a plan for the future, and that plan included working as a teacher in the orphanage for a year and a half, and then leaving the kingdom to look for a job, a place to live, and to finish my education in higher education.

I yearned to accomplish something meaningful with my life. I wanted to be successful financially, and I also desired to start a family of my own. It wasn't easy to survive on just two small meals a day for the past 18 years! It was a difficult situation to have to share your small bed with two other girls. It was a challenge to wear the same dress for an entire season without washing it.

Even the bathroom with the showers was a communal space that I shared with many other girls.

It was true that the situation was even more dire than a prison. I was confident that if I ran away, I would be able to find a man who would be more than happy to pay for my college tuition and enroll in a college of my choice. I was confident that my attractive appearance would aid me in finding a rewarding position.

Why should I be interested in the male wolves if they aren't interested in girls like us who have no history or family?

However, I could not deny the fact that I loved all of the little girls and little boys who lived in the orphanage as if they were my siblings. Furthermore, I wished to be of assistance in passing on to them the knowledge I had acquired. I felt it was important to offer them the utmost amount of assistance that I could.

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, and then I said, "sure. I was wondering if everything was going well. I mean, did something really terrible happen?"

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

My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I tried to decide which direction to go in. " I was under the impression that we had already discussed this, and that I had committed to working here. Have you made a decision differently?"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 mean, I can't hire you as a teacher, especially considering the fact that you didn't graduate from the university. I just can't do it. So..." She took a breath, after which her tone of voice changed in an odd way.

I blinked, feeling completely bewildered. I waited for her to continue speaking with agitated anticipation until she did so, at which 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 indicated with a nod and a "yes. However, you have the option to decline the position, move out of the orphanage, and look for work."

After hearing what she had to say, I immediately had the sensation of being disoriented and homeless.

I inquired of her while simultaneously pondering the question, "Why?"

Your promsied me good job here! I was under the impression that you thought of me as 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 any parents to look after us and provide for us financially?

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

And in doing so, she restored my faith in the future. I tilted my head back and gave her a thoughtful look before responding, "yes, of course, please. I will carry out all of your directives in the exact manner that you specify. What are your plans?"

She stood up and moved closer to me before placing her hand on my shoulders and telling me, "The alpha king thunder has decided to visit the orphanage tomorrow. As a result, I came to the conclusion that 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 that party as well as watch over the children for the entirety of the celebration. And I will demonstrate to the alpha king thunder how much you care, and I will ask him to pay your tuition fees so that you can enroll in the college, or at the very least, I will ask him to give you a good job working in his castle." The question is, "Well, what do you think?"

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

I got to my feet, gave a satisfied nod, and agreed without giving it a second thought, 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 have no choice but to put on 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 massive 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 make-up on her vanity.

I blinked twice and asked in a confused tone, "reeeeeeally?" I was wondering if that was for me.

She acknowledged my question with a nod and a motherly touch on each of my cheeks before saying, "yes. In all honesty, I did have 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 the warriors could become smitten with your attractiveness and make the decision to take you as their mate."

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

"All right, now get out of here and give yourself a break for the rest of the day. 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 the fact that she gave off the impression of being extremely thoughtful.

Unfortunately, her plan was to take advantage of me and my beauty in order to improve her position in the workforce.

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 almost thought of her as a member of my family and as my mother.

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.

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.

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. 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.

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.

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.

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. I was both excited and worried at the same time.

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?

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.

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 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. I laid my dress out on the bed, and then I couldn't stop staring at that incredible dress. I had never worn a brand new elegant dress before, and I did so for the first time at that event. 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.

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 will not require my services before the scheduled time. She indicated that she would be performing all of the quality assurance checks on her own.

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. 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.

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 it 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. As I stepped outside, I checked on the children and saw that they were all smiling and jumping on their beds, I knew something was wrong. I suppose that they were just as excited as we were.

They all joyfully yelled my name in unison while simultaneously exclaiming, "Sister!" Carla."

"I suppose that the party can start without any further delay from any of you." 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. At the very least, they will be able to rejoice in the pleasures of eating delicious cakes and playing games all through the night.

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 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.

"Madam, you are here?"

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."

I acknowledged her concerns by nodding, but because I knew what they were I refrained from asking any further questions. 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?"

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."

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 make-up, then put on your dress and wait for me until I tell you to come out of your room," she instructed. I blinked, confused, and replied, "but you have asked me to join the kids and sing for them."

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?"

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.

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. 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 has 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. Despite my perfect compliance, this has caused me emotional distress.

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. It was important to me that every part of my body was thoroughly cleaned once more. After what felt like an eternity, I finally got out of the shower and patted myself dry with the towel. 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.

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!"

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.

After waiting for over an hour in my bed before getting dressed, I finally got up and got ready. 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. I thought I looked absolutely stunning! I could never have imagined that my appearance would ever resemble that in any way!

My flawless body curves were highlighted by the dress, and my breasts was partially exposed. I rotated my entire body and examined myself in a mirror numerous times. When I wore that dress, I felt like the most confident version of myself.

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.

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 manager accidentally sprayed her perfume onto my dress, and that brought me back to reality.

Carla

She congratulated me by saying, "Now you have reached perfection. Let's go. I will exit the room and formally greet the king and his men once we have arrived outside. You will then proceed to the backstage area, where the spotlights will be directed toward you, and you will begin singing. Okay?"

I acknowledged her with a nod and a "yes, sure"

And I complied with her instructions right up until the point where I reached the backstage area; unlike what she had led me to believe about there being a small gathering there, it was actually quite large. It was perfect in every way and enormous, which caused my heart to beat extremely quickly in my chest. On the other hand, I couldn't stop myself from rocking the floor with my heels.

According to what she said, up until the point where I stepped onto the stage, every spotlight was pointed in my direction. I couldn't bring myself to look at anyone when we first started because I was afraid of what might happen. After all, I wasn't a professional singer, and I never used to sing in front of complete strangers or very many people; however, I did have an incredible voice, and I used to perform only for children.

Before going on stage and singing the song, "you can do this, Carla," I let out a long, deep sigh to keep my composure and gave myself one final boost of confidence. "It's your life ahead of you out there."

After that, I made my way up to the stage and began by performing a song about having a birthday for the audience's children. After that, I went straight into performing a love song.

And by that, everyone started clapping to me, which gave me much confidence to dance a bit by swaying my hips right and left, and then I finally got the courage to look at the audience. And by that, everyone started clapping to me. There were a lot of warriors and ministers, and they all seemed to be around the same age, but it wouldn't be a problem for me if one of them chose me to be his mate.

Up until the point where my eyes met the king himself, with his menacing air and the crown perched upon his head. When the king's eyes met mine, I felt a chill run down my spine because it appeared that he was paying attention to every word that came out of my mouth as well as every sway that my hips made.

The king then cried out in a shrill voice, "Enough!" as if nothing had happened up until that point.

When the music stopped playing, my first thought was that he was either getting tired of the party or, even worse, that he didn't like the way I was singing. which resulted in my eyes getting watery and my tear ducts releasing their contents.

Until the king pointed with his fingers in my direction and commanded me, "you! Come right here at this moment."

I was completely at a loss as to what action I ought to take. I was absolutely petrified, but I inched my way forward slowly until I reached the king. After that, I showed proper deference to king thunder by bowing my head to him.

The king indicated to me to tilt my head with his finger, and then he ordered me in a clear voice, "let me look at your face."

I took a few anxious breaths, and then realized that I had completely lost my voice, just as if the cat had swallowed my tongue. I didn't do anything more than blink my eyes like an idiot. Because of the way the king looked at me, I had the distinct impression that he was either going to smack me in the face or give me a passionate kiss.

I was taken aback when the king suddenly requested that I turn my body. Slowly.

I tried not to blink, but I did, and when I turned around to face him again, I noticed that his eyes were focused on my backside! He was looking at my body in a very intimate way! That 60-year-old Alpha king was really inspecting my body as if it were that of a ravenous wolf that was getting ready to attack me.

I attempted to take a step backward, but his hands pulled me to his chest, and I didn't dare move an inch until he moved his hands to my butt and released my grip on him.

I fumbled through my words and said to the king in a bewildered tone, "my king!" Please."

When the manager finally walked in my direction, she bowed her head to the king and said to him, "she is yours, my king. Currently, she is 18 years old. You are free to make use of her in any way you see fit. Maybe Make her your slave."

I let out a gasp, shoved the king's hands away, and yelled at her, "What the hell are you saying? That's why you dressed me up like a princess for that?! I was under the impression that you were going to help me!"

But she laughed it off and said in response to me, "I am helping you! You could significantly improve your lot in life by serving the king as his slave. Better food, a better bed, and the best clothes you had never even imagined will be waiting for you."

I had the overwhelming urge to slap her across the face.

But after that, she paid no attention to me and instead turned her attention to the king, at which point she questioned him as follows: "so, my king, I see that you liked her. A promotion to a higher level would be greatly appreciated at this time."

The king appeared to acknowledge her with a nod, but he did not take his gaze off of me as he said, "sure. I assure you that I will fulfill all of your requests."

The moment that realization hit me, I found the courage to yell angrily and protest, "I will never, ever be a slave!"

It appears that what I said from the very tip of my nose contributed to the king's increased favor towards me.

The king spoke to me and said, "I am not going to make you my slave, but..." After a brief pause, he leaned in close to my ear and announced, "but, I decided to make you my Luna Queen."

What the living hell is going on!