Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"It's been a while since you dined here," Meah commented as she placed my food beside hers. I glanced at her sidelong and smiled wryly.

"How's Greece?"

I shrugged. My expression immediately shifted upon remembering the Greek Alpha's face and his tension with Tyler, "Great. It's my first time abroad and Tyler didn't disappoint me." 'Not really, just a little bit disappointed.' I'd like to add that phrase. But judging by her look, I suppose Meah has already read it in my face even if I did not voice it out.

"Where's Melissa?" I asked, scooping a spoon of butter corn soup as I felt its warmth enter my mouth.

"She's due in two weeks' time. Melissa is on a bed rest now."

"I see." I looked at Meah, but she didn't look at me. So I continued eating my brunch of roasted beef and barbecue ribs with a side of mashed potato and rice.

It took me a lot of strength not to burst into tears at what happened an hour ago. Me and Tyler are just having a nice, cozy sex when Eliane interrupts. Gladly and sadly, I chose Tyler over her, over my own old soul.

I cannot feel her presence anymore, probably she has gone to find another vessel because her original body has rejected her. I may be her and she may be me, but we are two different entities now.

day.

We are entirely of different essence at this very moment, like how a night differs from the

"I was surprised that you had a great time in Greece."

I snorted. "Why not?"

"Because Tyler actually prioritizes his business there and just dragged you along in order

to not alarm the citizens of Stella's Soul."

I scowled, putting back my fork of roasted beef to the plate. "I think you are just

imagining things, Meah-"

"Tyler went to Greece to seek the help of the Greek wolves," she looked with a gaze that could slice my soul in half. "He took you there, thinking he could persuade the Greeks to help us

with your presence. Yet, his mission failed somehow even with your pretty little face."

'You're just upset, Moonstorm... You're only upset because I turned down your business proposal,' Kairo's voice haunted my mind once again.

So that's the kind of business proposal that the Greek beauty meant.

"Do you really think Tyler brought you outside of Selena's Wall just to have a honeymoon

in Greece?!" She clicked her tongue, disappointment glimmering in those eyes.

Is Meah talking to me like that because I did not just worsen the situation but also did

not manage to help as well?

I sucked a breath while chanting to myself to remain calm. But hatred for my own goddamn self resurfaced, leaving my hands shaking while attempting to shove that roasted beef inside my mouth.

"No," I whispered. I could see Meah blinking through her reflection on my wine glass. "No, because I believe my role as Tyler's wife is to prioritize the safety of his kind no matter what my feelings are."

She shut her mouth for the rest of the meal, only silence accompanied me as I ate my food. I realized that...I am not just losing my sanity, I'm also losing my friends. Rowena, Meah... and perhaps Melissa avoided me because she already knew why we went to Greece.

"I'm sorry about that." She wiped a napkin at the side of my mouth, "It's just..." I heard her take a deep breath before continuing. "I fear for the werewolves' lives, our lives."

"I know," I covered my mouth as I burped and Meah just smiled. "I fear that, too." Though I couldn't pull out the thorns that the news brought in my heart, I already suspected it. Why should Tyler dare to take me to Greece even with the Hearteaters' recent attacks? It doesn't make sense at first. But now that I knew the truth, now that Meah revealed the truth, I can now piece together the picture that he has been doing in Greece.

He didn't go to Santorini for our honeymoon, to enjoy being an official husband and wife for the first week of our marriage. It was an alibi so that the residents of Stella's Soul won't panic. Since we have managed to return as whole, they may think that the threats from those heartless beasts are no longer lingering.

They shall return for me soon.The Hearteaters will attack again I know it deep in my bones. They want me alive since I am the only connection their Queen has left in this world. And with me being able to breathe every second means that the werewolves are

marching towards their extinction closer and closer than they've expected.

  I mean, that is if they've thought about being extinct for a millisecond.

Meah squeezed my hand. And for a second, my shaking stopped. "We'll take care all of these shenanigans..." That rare grin I see on her face now is a picture worth taking, "...together."

; I pursed my lips, I can feel Tyler's heir inside me wanting to say the same.

"I hope so," I uttered with enough assurance. "Unless the Trinity Goddesses themselves would come down and help us perish those foul creatures." Both of us know that we're not enough, the strength of the werewolves of Stella's Soul combined is not enough to defeat the darkness that aided the Hearteaters.

Meah nodded, a tight nod that I eventually mimicked as she stood from our table and carried our plates to the kitchen.

I stick my two hands together, forming it into a prayer gesture. "If only someone or something will help us. Then, I guess we can defeat them." We can defeat my creation, Eliane's ugly pets.

  If only help was laid at our doorstep, then perhaps, we can rise from this peril

together.

***

"Tyler?"

If only there was help.

I immediately returned to the Honeymoon House with Meah's accompaniment after dining at Cafe del Luna. Tyler's not in the Honeymoon House again as soon as I walked past the foyer. "Why does he keep leaving when it's still our Honeymoon!"

  I kicked the carpet, unleashing my irritation and dismay at the things that had nothing to do with why he left without a word.

"I told him to wait for me." I invited him to eat with me but he said that he's going to be

busy and that I should socialize with other residents as well.

  So I agreed. But, vanishing without a word to where the hell he will go-

He always does that. He's always not there the moment I need someone to lean on, someone to hug tightly. Someone to talk to and someone to confront with their secrets. I thought I'm the only one hiding secrets. Turns out, no one in Stella's Soul does not have secrets.

"Where the hell is he?!" I pouted in front of the grandfather's clock, a scowl visible on my delicate face.

I rubbed my belly when I suddenly burped so loud that I felt ashamed and at the same time relieved that no one heard me. I know that being a newlywed is a struggle, but how can we resolve this and make our relationship stronger when the other one refuses to participate?

'He's just busy. Maybe he'll come home knocking on the door before I know it,' I thought as I surveyed the unexplored areas of the Honeymoon House.

The pool is placed under a canopy of net-like roof where vines and flowers ornamented it, only a few rays of sunlight able to pass through and shine on the water's surface. I dipped my hand, the pool's a bit cold even though it's no longer winter and spring has already begun. A few white-colored flowers and pink and red petals floated, making their way towards me.

"I should invite Tyler to a swim here," my voice echoed. I looked around and no one else was here with me. The wife is all alone by herself, walking around the house in order to forget her husband's shortcomings.

  I am that wife, that utterly lonely wife. Strolling around the house like a bird wandering all around her gilded cage.

"Is this really the life I want?" I looked at my reflection, my gloomy face staring back at me. I grew up in a family that only adopted me so that they will have someone to serve them, someone to work for them and provide them with money.

Yet, here...I have every material thing a human being wants and needs-money, wealth, luxury, protection, and even people to answer my every need and serve my every want. "What do I really want in life?" I stared at my palms, as if I could read my fortune there. As if I could vividly see my future in my hands.

I have everything, yet I feel nothing. If I am the reason that gruesome things keep on happening, then I would rather drown myself in this cold pool like what the Hearteaters wanted when they dunked my head in Aurora's Waters.

I could still recall the memory where the water tried to block my breath, how that monstrous hand tried to end my life in the same spot where the beautiful golden fountain stood. 'She did that to you.'

  That voice, that sweet motherly voice... "Rowena? How are you able to communicate "

  "Hush, child. Or the Shadow Creatures will hear us."

Shadow Creatures, what the fuck are those?!

"Where are you, Rowena?"

"Look at the element that takes form to whatever shape its vessel is."

  My brows met. "Why are you talking in riddles?!"

  Only silence whispered back at me. Sighing, I tried to look around, searching for this element that she's referring to.

"Gosh, does she even know that I suck at riddles?" I have no choice but to try and just shake my head despite my gut telling me to ignore Rowena. But I can't ignore her, especially when she's the only one who knows my situation, my connection to Eliane, and probably the only one capable of answering my questions. Lots and lots of questions.

; I stepped to the side of the pool again, searching for her voice. But I only found my reflection pouting at me.

"Gosh," I crossed my arms. "When will I have my own happy ending?!"

Heavy footsteps suddenly thundered behind me, the air shifting into a darker mood, one that feels like in horror movies.

"Hello?" I swallowed my emotions, letting it swirl inside me. "Tyler?"

The footsteps faded, but the thing that made me yield a couple of steps forward are the bunch of framed pictures adorning the wall beyond an entrance that I have only seen when standing on the other side of the pool.

"Why does it feel like I'm investigating a haunted house?" I shake my hands, willing that eerie feeling to vanish this instant. The only thing that should be haunting within these walls are the moans of those newlyweds being fucked and the sound of their bodies as they ensure the existence of the Alpha's heir in the woman's womb.

I walked towards the mysterious hall, only loneliness accompanying me. It's a bit dim, only the ocherous light emitted by the lamp on either side of the wall gave way for me to see. I looked at each picture. And after three or four pictures I surveyed, I realized they are the wedding pictures of those sacrificed women and the Alpha they are married to-considering I've seen Melissa and Jason's at the dead end part of the hall.

The walls are in bloody red color with rose prints on the wallpaper. This looks like Dracula's house like the one that I've seen in various adaptation movies.

I gasped. "Wait, if there are werewolves, then there are also vampires?!" I tried so hard to

cover my mouth so that I will not end up unleashing nonsense alarming shrills.

Then my eyes caught it. A leather notebook with a lock on the center of it. "Key, key,

key..." I looked for a key on the drawer to see where it was.

Suddenly I noticed a glinting object when the light cast its way in one of the framed pictures.

; I walked toward that picture, keeping my hands to myself.

I stopped a few paces before it. As I stared at the picture, I almost knocked down the flower vase behind me if not for the last self-control left within me when I saw who the couple in the picture were.