Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

It all happened a week before, or was it more than a week?

I can no longer count the days of horror that filled my lonely soul since then, since that horrifying day that I found out Joey has died. Ever since that day that I drove the car home, my mindless family inside that car while we are chased by huge wolves that I once thought were werewolves.

Wait...were those huge, horse-sized black and white and brown wolves Tyler, Jason, and Karlo? 'Are you drunk, Elaine?!' My own mind scolded my awake self.

But every image and detail on that beach never left me since that day: the foul smell, the horrid sight. Every single fucking thing.

"I'm worried about you, you know..." Tyler brought strands of hair to the back of my ear. My head cocked to his cerulean eyes so blue that every time my gaze lingered on the eyes of my betrothed, I drowned like a sturgeon cascading at the bottom floor of the ocean.

In fact, I am drowning now. But I am not dying. In fact, his ocean eyes were the jewel in the rough that saved me from my humdrum life-from the life of the people who I thought were my family. The people who have also been victims of Hearteaters.

I no longer know what emotions I am going to boil for them: anger or pity? Sorrow or happiness? Should I laugh like a devil in their graves or should I cry like a martyr saint as I lay down a bunch of flowers on their tombstones?

I know karma is a bitch. But this kind of bitchiness..."This is too much."

"Are you talking about your parents?" I nod my head stiffly. But my sobbing didn't fail to make its presence known before him.

Tyler was a man I dreamed of. Yet, he is also a man I never dreamed that I could one day marry. He is thoughtful but childish, has a strong sex appeal and may be wild at times but gentle in many ways.

I never knew what my life would be after that beach incident without him. I know Elsa

from Disney's Frozen said that one cannot marry a man that she just met.

But Elsa dear...I met Jordan/Tyler a year ago. Even spent a night with him in bed without knowing that he's a freaking rich dog who owns a room that glints in gold in every corner as if gold is just an element he can get whenever he wants.

"I'm sorry that your first time watching how our actors work turns out to be a total disaster," the Alpha apologized. I turned to face him, his plumpy lips beckoning me for another round of minutes-long kiss.

"It's okay. We can come here again, even after our wedding."

The wolf in a man's clothing hugged me tightly.noveldrama

"Oh Tyler!" And I hugged back.

"Everyone, this is my fiancée, Miss Elaine Winona."

  The people stood from their seats to welcome me back in the meeting room, eyes still lingering on my face.

Tyler really dropped the Rutherford surname because, according to him, I was never one. Especially with the way my former and late family treated me since I breathed.

As soon as I got to my seat, where I bit the back of the chair earlier as Tyler's hand gave me euphoria in a rough way, the board members collapsed to their chairs once I was seated. Their narrowing eyes were no more, along with their who-is-that kind of look.

Throughout the discussion Tyler gave as a Chief Executive Officer, at least in the eyes of oblivious humans, he is indeed a great human being. Responsible and courteous towards his business partners and subjects as well as kind and compassionate to his actors and employees. Tyler is a man that has an overflowing charisma, one that will immediately send you to your knees once he ordered to. He has an unexplainable presence that, even the first time I saw him back at Stella's Soul with naked shining, shimmering body, intimidates you. Intimidates me. Tyler, Jason, Karlo, and among other wolves may seem as unyielding and merciless behind Selena's Wall. But when they face their mortal subjects...they are different. As if it wasn't only their skin that has duality, so as their personalities.

I always thought that werewolves are just men and women who can shift into black, brown, and white wolves at will. I never imagined them to manage a billion-dollar business or even contribute greatly to a city's economy.

I didn't even imagine that they are the sole reason why most of Moonburn still has their hearts within their chests. They are the only ones that stand before the Hearteaters, hindering them into consuming the hearts of the people of Moonburn like how one easily plucks an apple from a huge tree.

And above all, I never knew a werewolf resides in a secret elite village that only a number of people knew, as if it's a secret Garden of Eden only meant for their kind to prosper and their future generations to live in a greener pasture.

So now...as my wedding draws nearer, I am proud. I don't care if I'm a freaking orphan or a woman who has no surname. I am proud that one day, I will bear a child that shall be the heir of Alpha Jane Moonstorm.

I am elated that, even amid the pain that showered in my entire existence, I finally have

this paradise that one can only dream of.