Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"I was the daughter that vanished in the neighborhood four years ago."

"You mean..." I tried to calm myself but my heart didn't listen. "You were the daughter of the family that previously lived in our house?"

Melissa nodded. My soon-to-be sister-in-law was the former one who lived in our house.

"Is this entire thing a coincidence? You, being my sister-in-law who was the daughter of

the previous occupants of the house we just moved in. Tyler being the 'Jordan' I met last year who I had a one night with "

"Wait," Melissa and Rowena's eyes turned to me. "You and Tyler already did it?"

Oh boy. Oh. Boy.

"Uhm, heh I mean it was,uhm, you know..."

"Know what?" Melissa didn't hesitate to throw a question for the tenth time.

"We met in the bar and just talked about our lives," I replied nervously. Damn, my tongue slipped. Tyler's gonna roast me tonight if he found out that I told Rowena and Melissa about our past.

"You did not answer our question, pretty one. Did you and Tyler already have coitus?" Seriously? Rowena using the term coitus is-

"Old-fashioned," I whispered to myself.

"What did you say?" Melissa interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that, well, uhm me and Tyler-"

"So you two already have sex?!" I almost forget that Jose is just behind us, approaching

our table as if he's a shadow that we never notice.

"Fine, yes!" I cried, hoisting my two hands in the air.

"Ooh..." Melissa, Rowena, and Jose all muttered at the same time. They look at me as if I

was just telling a joke, as if I was a virgin all this time.

"You know, virgins are to be scavenged these days due to their rareness," I remarked. "Yep, she's not a virgin!" Jose, whose chocolate skin makes me jealous, winks at us before returning to their table.

"Well, I was a virgin at that time."

I looked at Melissa like I never believed that there are still virgins at the age of eighteen. "Really?"

"So do I," Rowena added.

  "Well you're no wonder that you are, Rowena, because your time is pretty much classic. But Melissa..."

Yes, there are indeed virgins at eighteen. Even twenty, perhaps. Or thirty. Or fifty, maybe.   "Well I lost my v-card when I was seventeen. With Tyler-Jordan I mean..."   "Well, at least you lose it to the man you're going to marry," said Rowena. I smiled at that thought. It's not bad though.

The last dick I've rode will be the cock I shall swallow forever since I will be the Luna of the Silver Pack, the bride and wife of Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the fucking gorgeous Stormbringer.

"You seem to be dreaming already even though you're not asleep yet." Rowena's voice is amused. Melissa just shrugged and returned to eating her lemon gelato.

Well, maybe being a virgin may not be everyone's cup of tea but for some people in the world, it's their glass of champagne.

I gripped the sweating glass of the four-season juice and drank it to relieve myself from embarrassment. "Well since you're here, Rowena, why don't you tell us your story?"

mid-air.

***

Rowena froze, unable to look at me candidly in the eye. Even Melissa froze her spoon in

"Why not?" Rowena spoke as I brace myself to listen to her story.

"I was the first sacrifice by the start of the 21st century..."

; I gasped while clinging to my chair. "That's...so brave of you, Miss Rowena."

"I know," she glanced at me for a second. "My father constantly beats me and my mother, that's why I ran away. When I heard from the Offering Team that there is a secret village of elites that requires women to reproduce and marry off to them. I thought it's an illegal kind of stuff, you know trafficking and all sorts of hideous actions. But it wasn't. And when I volunteered to be the sacrificed woman, I found out at the stone table that these elites are werewolves- whose skin can be that of a man and a wolf."

Listening to Rowena's story made me think deeper about my situation. If Tyler and the others weren't werewolves, if they are some sort of a mafia and stuff, will I still agree to be their sacrifice?

A part of me said yes but a part of me also said it depends-it depends if their cocks are enough to make me moan so loud that the windows will shatter.

"It's better to be in the boiling pits of hell than to be in one's home which is actually worse than Satan's lair..." I breathed towards her. Rowena just grinned at me in a gentle way. Melissa's cold hand squeezed mine.

"But my husband was killed by a Hearteater when I was six months pregnant."

A song of silence began to play between me, Melissa, and Rowena. I watched a tear fall from the eyes of the woman across me. But she managed to wipe it away in a single motion of her finger.

Rowena smiled, a sad one. "I—we also lost our son at that time. There, in the Misty Forest." She jerked her chin towards Selena's Wall. The Misty Forest is the forest behind the wall, the one that stretches wide before the borders of Stella's Soul. And to where the stone table is also located, to where I was laid at the night of the leap year.

"He was protecting me and my child," she continued. "And me losing his heir in my womb is like treating my husband's death a waste of life. For I...I've been a failure." Melissa rubbed her back as Rowena finally let go of her river of tears and cried. She wept and wailed despite the peering eyes and the listening ears around us.

  "I have one job-one life to protect. But still..."

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I reached for her rough, calloused palm. "Hush now, Rowena. It's not your fault."

Her sorrowful face beamed at me and she nodded her head.

"Yes, that's why I am grateful to Melissa here."

"What does that have to do with me?" Melissa's brows rose.

"I believe the one you're carrying is my beloved." Rowena's voice shifted from being

gloomy into being happy. Hopeful.

I looked at Melissa, then Rowena. The latter turned to me. "When a sacrificed mortal woman is already married and bound to a werewolf and that werewolf accidentally dies, she cannot remarry anyone in Stella's Soul unless he's your beloved's reincarnation..."noveldrama

Wow, they believe in reincarnation. "So werewolves can be reincarnated?"   The two of them nodded. "They can. A werewolf can be reincarnated up to seven times. But their wolf will remain the same..."

"Wow. That's so interesting and-"

"Beguiling?" I looked past me and found Jose grinning at me. My Tyler's Beta seems to be fond of me or maybe he was deployed by my fiancé to watch over me. I don't know.     "Hi there, Jose!"

"You are always jolly, Winona," he smirked.

I narrowed my eyes in embarrassment. "Don't call me by my second name," I whispered

at the brown-skinned shifter sitting at my side.

means."

"Why not? You are the eldest daughter. And that's basically what the name Winona

I rolled my eyes and put a spoon of my dessert in his mouth.

"Maybe that's why werewolves here love eldest daughters-because we are always a

feast in their eyes and a dessert in their tongue," I purred.

"Wooh!" Jose stood, his muscular body a mountain that can be seen from afar, “Look everybody, an eighteen-year old young lady here is as feral as a mountain lion!"

Everyone cheered and clapped and glanced at my direction.

I stood as well, breast and chest out. "Well, what can you expect from a fresh and hot-

looking, bride-of-the-werewolf young lady like me?"