Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Yes, I am a Hearteater myself..." I read silently, disregarding the knitting of my brows. "...and so

I must continue our bloodline, the original Hearteater's bloodline as what my Hearteater father suggests commands."

'Oh, Selena!' I huffed. Even though I badly wanted to crawl beside Tyler and sleep, I must know more. Perhaps that's why Rowena-Eliane whoever that is, led me to this journal that still reeks of dried blood.

I bowed my head, letting truth after truth just crowd and swirl within me. Even Rowena has secrets. Maybe even Tyler has secrets, too.

"With my life," her handwriting becomes different this time. From bold to cursive, I knew this part will be more emotional than the rest. "I could only grasp the remnants of the dreams me and Mikhail wished. I never fail to miss the gratitude that softened in his eyes. But life is no fairy tale, and light eventually left Mikhail's eyes in the hands of my father, Rowan-the first and leader of Hearteaters." I was a fool to start reading this when I should have handed this over to the Alphas.

'And disregard the fact that Rowena might have written here that you're the future vessel of Eliane's soul? Forget it...' I couldn't agree more with my thoughts. I took this journal for my own benefit, why should I think about other things?

'You're beginning to act and think like a villain, Elaine...'

Shit. Oh shit.

I caressed my belly, to where my little one could be sleeping. I should have known better the moment I found Rowena's journal. I shouldn't be guilty in reading this since I am just looking for truth, for a way to fix all of these without me actually dying.

It's not that I am afraid to die. It's just that...I glanced at the snoring Tyler, his hugeness filling half of our bed. What would happen to him and to our child if I ever passed away? 'Don't be so negative, Elaine. Finish her journal!'

I cleared my throat. I embraced my own self, the portrait of a supposed monster who cannot keep her nose from other people's business. A very curious woman wearing the skin of an innocent would-be mother.

"I gave birth to a Hearteater. It wasn't the image of a beautiful boy crying with soft, rosy cheeks and delicate skin. The baby has the face of a young child but with its true form: the child I gave birth to is a wolf-like entity with tiny ram horns that could have given me several scratches. As soon as I met his gaze, the child's bat-like hands and arms tried to reach for my breasts. The very moment I gave birth to it, the sun seemed to hide. Light abandoned me and darkness ruled instead. Everything turned cold and the fragrance of death scattered throughout the air like some expensive perfume."

Oh, Goddess... "Did she really give birth to a monster?!" I scowled.

"Who?" I immediately whipped my head behind. Tyler, though with his sleeping mask on, seems to overhear my cussing.

"Uh-uhm...I'm reading a book—"

"Is it Twilight?" He removed his mask and his blue eyes met my green eyes. "I read from Tumblr that Jacob the Werewolf nicknamed a vampire's daughter after the Loch Ness monster." My throat went dry. Did Tyler become a Twilight fan?

"Yes, I am reading Twilight," I lied. That was a white lie anyway. No need to worry about my moral compass.

I was about to continue reading when he stalked towards me, reaching first for my hair and patting my head like a dog. "You should go to sleep."

"I'm still "

"Now." I heard him sighed, "Please. I don't want my bed to be empty of your beauty." I gripped the leather journal tightly behind my back, my sweat threatening to cover-up my lie. "Okay."

  Tyler smiled. "I'll wait for you in a minute."

Standing, I took off my bath robe until my bare skin glistened in his twinkling eyes. "Give me one more chapter to read," I begged.

"I always like it when you beg." He jerked his chin to the reading table. "I'll wait for you. If you don't come by five minutes, I will drag you here in the bed by grabbing you by the feet." Though a bit stunned, I swallowed and tilted my head. "I'd like to see you try."

***

    He snarled.

  "Fine!" I hoisted my hands. "I'll be there beside you in five minutes."     And then I continued to read.

It's three in the morning, yet my eyes didn't even get tired reading her journal-Rowena's book of confessions.

Word by word and sentence by sentence, I devoured her confessions-Rowena being a Hearteater, her father being the fucking King of Hearteaters, her Hearteater baby and the fact the child's father is a Hearteater's mortal servant.

  I shouldn't have trusted her. I shouldn't have trusted anyone. I'm so soft, why the fuck is that?!

What other truth will she reveal?

I finally went back to my reading desk, where I swallowed every letter from the journal

and shoved it down my stomach as if it could digest them.

"Even if I am born as a Hearteater, I managed to stay hidden and unharmed here in Stella's Soul for I am the closest to our creator's bones, to Eliane's bones." I sucked a breath. And another. Then another. "I never knew where Eliane's bones were, because I never asked my Alpha husband or the High Priestess. I am afraid that my cover will blow up and they'd be suspicious of my queries that I might have lied asking out of sheer curiosity. I doubt that if I do it again and again, they will become bothered on why a mortal Alpha's wife would be asking such questions that should never be asked."

Dawn is still far, but it seems like the wind is becoming a bit hotter than the cold air earlier that made Tyler fall asleep immediately. I clenched my fist, holding tightly to the page. Eliane's bones are indeed here in Stella's Soul. But I thought she was burned to death after the Werewolves decapitating her?

  Which of them are really telling the truth? Or am I supposed to find that out myself?

I flipped to the latest page dated just weeks before our wedding and her death. So many dates left blank with only a couple of dots and dashes visible. "Is this a Morse code?" I shrugged, maybe indeed it is.

"And throughout my stay here, I was never captured. In fact, it did me a favor...my stay here made me stronger, even stronger than a Hearteater used to be. Even if I am a Hearteater by blood, I don't know the full measure on what I can do. But even though I never used my ability

as a Hearteater, except for some circumstances where I need to shapeshift, which compels me to eat a heart of a pig or goat for everything has a price."

  She became stronger here in Stella's Soul? Oh, Goddess.

  My eyes are pinned to that certain sentence. "And throughout my stay here, I was

never captured." Not even once? Seriously?!

"Gosh, Rowena must be a powerful one, more powerful than anyone of her kind." I

inhaled, as if those words are a scent I must breathe. "But who's her mother?"

My question was immediately answered as soon as I flipped to the next page. "I learned

that when Hearteaters make a mortal woman carry their heir, the mother would eventually die as

it will feed on the mortal mother's heart as soon as the baby cries. That was gruesome and

horrible, yes. But I cannot do anything for it is our nature a monster's nature."

Well, I can't say anything other than 'what the actual fuck did I just read?!'

"I am the only Hearteater that managed to be this closest to our creator, Eliane. Hence,

my presence to where her bones are hidden gives me strength. That's why I was able to hide my true self. That's why I was able to live and breathe by wearing this harmless-looking human widow skin. That's why...I managed to spy on the Werewolves and hand them over to my father, Rowan."

'Breathe, Elaine. Breathe...' I told myself, forced myself. I shouldn't have trusted her. I shouldn't have trusted anyone but myself.

  Well, to be honest, I don't even trust myself. Reading Rowena's diary proves that.   And because of my actions, I suffered even more. There is no redemption for me

now.

I am a lamb for slaughter so that the Queen will rise, shall rise again—and even the werewolves' Three Goddesses cannot stop this.

***

"Good morning, wife." Tyler greeted me as soon as he sat on the chair across from me.

I got up early, because what I had read hours earlier made it even more impossible to sleep soundly. "I called the Café del Luna staff and they delivered our hearty breakfast at this very table."

; "I see you didn't cook," he commented as his eyes slid to my face. "Are you not in the mood?"

I simply nod. I don't know man but...I can't even look my husband in the eye-the eyes

of the ocean and calmness and... "Tyler." Those are the eyes of Tyler, the man I loved so much

that I am willing to sacrifice my life and my heart. Even choosing over my old soul.

"Hmm?"

  "Is today our last day here in Honeymoon House?"

  Tyler swallowed his food before replying to me. "Yes. Why? You haven't yet seen every corner in this house?"

"No," I shook my head. "It's just that, I can't believe that we are ACTUALLY married and we will be staying at our own house and our Honeymoon week has ended in a blink of an eye." He chuckled, face bright with joy that made me realize why Rowena never harmed him a bit. "Don't worry. I'll just go to the meeting with Jason and Karlos. After that, we'll have a movie marathon, okay?"

; I did not reply nor nod. "I just want to be on your side every second. Can't I come with you?"

I tried to wipe a tear with the table napkin. "Honey it's... it's for you and our baby's safety. I want you to rest and enjoy yourself in our house, our home starting tomorrow."

"I can never be enjoyed without your scent and smile and presence. I want "I paused, hoisting my head to where my gaze met his. "I love you."

Tyler playfully smiled as his fork twirled into the bowl of Carbonara. "I love you more, Elaine Winona Moonstorm."