Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

The place is just so bright, so wrongly bright that I keep blinking with the neon lights shrouding in every corner I look.

I took a deep sigh as soon as my eyes darted to the sea of people inside the wide room. "Is this the kind of fun you like?!" There was a hint of disappointment in my voice. Tyler must have known it because he smirked.

"Yes, we're going to have fun here," he waved a hand to the entire casino. "Let's play some game before we go to bed." I'd be damned. I am fucking damned. This is the first time I ever set foot in a place like this and yet...

I never thought this is the kind of fun he wanted US to have. Clearly, this is a casino. And looking

at the men wearing black suits while holding wine glasses and chattering, probably talking about some business, I know this night will be boring. And worrisome.

There's a reason why I never stepped into one until now. Because clearly, this sort of heaven does not fit in my earth.

"Come on, baby girl," Tyler whispered in my ears, wrapping his arm around my waist as he led the way.

"I'm not a baby and I'm not your girl," my mouth twitched to the side. "I am your woman, Tyler. I. Am. Your. Wife."

"Thank you," he said to the waiter and gave me a glass of wine, ignoring my whining words. "Wow, you want me to get drunk immediately, huh?" I barked, my voice could tore a whole lamb apart. I narrowed my eyes at him when he laughed, his dark amusement resonating with his

cerulean blue eyes.

"What's so funny?"

"I ordered the least alcoholic drink for you and now you're accusing me of getting you drunk." Tyler squared his shoulders, his playful tone made me spread my lips in a thin line, vividly showing to him that I am, indeed, dismayed.

But he is not.

I can clearly see it especially when he shoves us both to a cluster of people around the table, each bearing a card on their hand.

***

"Damn it, whatever. I will play all the games here if that's what you want!" I boldly uttered after taking a sip of this alcoholic drink.

Where did I get that energy? Probably from this drink. But if this drink is not too alcoholic, then...

"Tyler-" Damn it.

"Whatever!" I hissed. I'm going to get and have some 'fun' here if that's what he wants. And I will make sure that my soul gets one for tonight.

Even though I have never been inside a casino and never played a game before, I was confident enough to participate in a game where only a bunch of old men were playing. Why wouldn't I? My husband is a billionaire, a werewolf, and a fucking Alpha-both in werewolves' term and mortal's term: a dominant.

When they saw a fresh face of a woman stalking towards them, they all halted as if my face itself is enough to make the world freeze in a matter of seconds. All the old men turned to me and gave me the spotlight I needed, I deserved.

As soon as we started, I tried to keep up with them with all my might. But they're too damned good with this, hell knows how they did it.

Are they cheating? Does this sort of game have a formula to win?

'I already fucking lost all my bets!'

"Better luck next time, young lady!" Someone yelled and suddenly, a boisterous laugh coming from these old men echoed throughout the whole room. People from the other table were looking at me. Some laughed, while some just threw a glance at my direction, wondering what was going on.

Feeling down, I excused myself to go to the comfort room even though I wasn't going to. I want my man right now and ask him how to win this bitch of a game. Do I need to cheat? Watch their hand movements? Count how many times the dice rolled? Because if yes, and if that's what it takes to win and get out in this hellish paradise, then I will cheat. Never mind my conscience and principles.

"There you are,” he whispered, his breath on my ears a warm hug to my current emotional status. "Follow me." He grabbed my waist. I don't know what's on my waist that he kept on touching it but I liked it anyway. It kind of shows to everybody that I belong to him and only Tyler could touch me like that.

Looking up at Tyler, I saw him go to the table I played at earlier. The old guy recognized me and said, "Oh! Never thought you're more shameful than you look!" My hands curled into a fist, ready to wreck his already-old face even more when Tyler intervened.

The old man doesn't seem to notice Tyler because he was busy checking me out. If I had scissors right now, I would have started digging holes in his chest and scoop out his eyeballs in a matter of a blink. Our mortal men-in-black escorts reached for a chair for Tyler and, as if they too can read what's on my mind, hurled my fist to my back, away from the eyes of the old men to see. I only need to inhale through my nose to know that the game is already starting with Tyler in it. I have more trust in my husband than in my casino capabilities because I know he always gets what he wants.

And always wins what he wanted to win, like how he won me.

"What are you" I tried to whisper, not believing all of these because, on the first and second try, he lost. However, Tyler's face is blank and cold. Like he knows he has lost but is still enjoying the game as if the money he puts in the table is nothing compared to his entire wealth. In fact, he doesn't seem to be moved by it.

The old men were even teasing him; they thought he was something but turned out not to be. In the fifth game, Tyler won.

And I almost shriek to the point that my throat would shatter to pieces.

But looking at the women besides their husbands and how they would just clap like a calm and supportive wife...so I also did the same. Clearing my throat, I massaged my husband's shoulders after rubbing his back. "You better win or else," I paused to emphasize my next set of words to him. "You are not going to get a chance with me tonight. And probably sleep on the floor." I saw Tyler's ears turn red after declaring that to him. His jaw moved ferociously, lips pursing to a flat line. "I'm still going to get you whether I win or not," he whispered back, my fingertips turning cold. "You are fucking mine after this game."

Swallowing, I looked away. It's my turn to hide my red face away from the spectators. I willed myself to move farther from him but Tyler's possessive hands draped on my waist, pulling me once again beside him until I'm sitting on his lap like how a call girl does when being ordered by a client to do so.

"Tyler!" I hissed, not liking our utterly sensual position right now. His lips moved near to my ears, "Relax,” he whispered and gently bit the sensitive part of my earlobes. The hair on my skin stands. I am freaking sweating heavily now. "The game's just about to start."

I just nodded so that this awkward position of ours will come to an end soon. I hope so.

His massive chest hugged my upper body where my breasts are jerking on their own as he started shuffling his cards on the table.

I thought his first win was a buff.

But then after ten more minutes, he won three consecutive games. Three fucking consecutive games.

It seems like he's good at this. Oh, not just good. He's proficient in gambling.

'Oh, shut up, Elaine! You should've known about it. Your husband is a business tycoon and has lived a wealthy, fulfilled life!' I mused, telling those words to myself and to my 'soul'. He has probably done these multiple times even before I came to his life and I'm pretty sure of that. My pondering suddenly halted when the man organizing the game announced that this will be the last game.

Before Tyler started, his arms rested near my stomach. Butterflies immediately flapped its wings inside me, giving me these emotions that I should only feel when both of us are in our closed bedroom, naked. His forefinger then touched my belly button and lingered there.

How the hell... since when did his hands get inside my dress?!

"What was it again, hmm?" Tyler asked. "What did you say earlier if I won this game?"

"Huh?" I swallowed. "I d-don't know what you're talking about."

"Shut up," he purred, voice dripping with sexiness. "I will have you under me. Naked. Tonight. You understood?"

'Oh Goddesses...' I touched my forehead, pulling my gaze away from him even if I did not even reply to him yet.

What on Selena's earth did I just married?