voluptuous slut

Sabrina is disappointed and heartbroken when she catches her fiance Kyler and her best friend, Charlotte engaged in a 'love workout' on his bed. As if that were not enough, her stepsister tricked her into the woods where she pushed her off a cliff and left her for dead. Surviving and reaching home, she's disowned by her father with accusations of being a slut and selling company secrets to their rival. Locked out of her home in the cold rain, she decides to get wasted at a hotel bar— a decision that would fetch her twins and a gorgeous CEO.

Alpha Leonardo destroyed my pack, killed my father for a misunderstanding. He allowed me to live because he wanted to mock my father. Nineteen years later, I became a slut - fucking different men for money and survival. Fortunately, I heard one of his men talking about fertility portion which Alpha Leonardo’s woman was supposed to take. The bastard was heirless and that portion was the only way. I took the portion and he laid with me. Now I have his child in my belly and I escaped with his heir knowing fully well he had one chance at childbirth. Just one. And even when we meet by chance, he would never know I was that woman. And I would raise his heir to murder him like he massacred my entire pack!

I could hear everything, even with my poor vision. I could hear their horrified gasps and the curses they rained on me. ‘She’s a murderer!’ ‘A pack slut and now a murderer! She needs to leave! We can’t live in fear in our own pack!’ Their curses overshadowed my pleas. This isn’t me—I don’t kill. I would never kill one of my own. I staggered toward where Killain stood—he was shocked. He agreed with them. “Please help me, Killain,” I begged, but he only stared. “You have brought shame to this pack, Samantha,” Killain began. “Tonight was an amazing day—a celebration for the Blood Rose Pack. You give me no choice…” “No, no, please don’t do this to me again. I’m hurt, I’m hurt…please help—” “I, Killain Black, Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack, banish you, Samantha Forbes, from the Blood Rose Pack. You have done nothing but bring shame and disgrace to this pack, and from now on, you will not be associated with Blood Rose.” The pain wasn’t torture—my mate rejecting and banishing me on the same night was torture. I fell to the ground and clutched his robe. “Please, don’t chase me away.” The guards dragged me out of the crowd and deeper into the woods. “This is where you belong! Disgrace!” They dropped me roughly and left. I staggered and tried to get up with the little strength I had left. My eyes landed on the red stain flooding the front of my dress. No, please. My stomach twisted, and I screamed in pain. My babies—not my babies, please. I can’t lose them—they’re the only thing I have left. I need to live. I can’t die—after everything.