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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.