Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I am in the realm of dream, where fantasy feels like reality. Where being a princess without a prince is possible. Where summoning a storm without being wrecked by it is within a reach of the hand.

I am dreaming. I am sure of it.

Or am I not?

I look around, let my senses see and hear and touch and taste and smell everything.

I can feel the heat of the sun, taste the cool wind around me, and hear the rustling of the leaves in the Misty Forest. I can see the bright green leaves, the wide grass field beckoning me to feel its natural softness. I can smell the fragrance of after-rain, of petrichor and

"Someone's cooking," I turn to my heel and search for the origin of the scent. The smell is from roasted pork belly, seasoned with what smells like pepper and salt and rosemary. And butter.

I can see a tiny house in the distance, smoke coming out in its chimney. Is that a farmhouse? A cattle, the sound of chickens and rooster crowing, the pigs in the pen can be seen from afar.

I never knew there's a farm in the Misty Forest, outside of Stella's Soul.

The structure is familiar but I cannot recollect where I have seen it: if I have seen it in real life or in a picture or on a television, I do not know.

I walk closer, the mud sticking in my feet.noveldrama

When I reached the house, I peeked at the curtainless window. No one's inside. But the grilling of pork in their front yard indicates someone is at least within the house's perimeter. The front door is open, unlocked. "Hello?"

But no one answered back. Then I heard an infant crying in the breakfast nook of the kitchen. The cry is so loud that it's hard not to notice.

The interior does not look modern but not too old either. Candelabra are everywhere. Only a few are lit, most are not.

"Is that her? Your daughter?" I see someone with silver hair in the living room. Judging by the back of the head, I can see that the person is a she. An aged woman, perhaps in her forties. "You are paying me to adopt your child?" The old woman inhaled deeply. "Where are you going?"

"I will never be back here in Moonburn." The familiar voice answered back. It's so familiar that it sounds like-

Mine. The voice is mine.

"Take her far away," the person with my voice commanded, pleading. Begged. "Where do

you live?"

asked.

"My husband and I live in the capital. Did you grow up here?" The silver-haired woman

"Yes."

"Eliane?" A man in an old farmer's clothes appeared at the threshold of the living room. So I've guessed. This woman, as I walk nearer since they cannot see me, is Eliane. Her forest-green eyes radiate sadness though. Her porcelain skin and onyx hair is very similar to mine. But she let her hair be swayed by the strong wind that broke the window pane. The old woman's face became pale.

"Go. Go now. Take the money and the child." The old woman obeyed and the man in farmer's clothes became confused.

"What are you doing, Eliane?"

  "What I need to do," Eliane replied, her voice firm and thundering.

    "That's our child, Eliane!"

  "And what if she is, Ruel? I am a murderous witch. You are a servant of the wolves. We are not even supposed to bear a child."

  Another strong wind made its presence known, almost crushing the wooden door in pieces.

  "They are here, aren't they?" Eliane ran outside without waiting for the man's

answer.

I cannot deduce what is happening. But as I observe, I've come to realize that this Eliane, whose face is so identical to mine that I first thought she was me, still has humanity in her. ; She's a murderous witch. But why? How?

  As I follow her and look her straight in the eyes, I can see myself in her reflection.

What I could have done. What I could be.

"What are you doing, Eliane?" The man, Ruel, shouted from behind.

; I look up at the sky. The sun hid behind a cluster of gray clouds. The heat vanished and was replaced with winter-like coldness.

  "I shall pay for my sins..." The woman answered.

  The green corset she was wearing made my brows furrowed. Am I transported in the past?

  Eliane. The name is familiar. I cannot recall where I heard it.

  "I will never let you go, Eliane! Not like this."

  "Who are you, Eliane?" I asked as she stopped where I halted. Yet, my voice didn't

so much as let her whip her head to me.

I reach for Eliane's hand. And somehow, I was able to. But she immediately shook it off in

a gesture that shows how irritated she is that the Ruel man followed her.

'We are not even supposed to bear a child.' Those words from the woman made me more curious. I inched closer to Eliane. Her emerald dress swept through the grasses, where the rain started to pour. Her hair as black as Ruel's eyes started to become wet, as well as the bright red cloak that flowed from her neck.

"Your cloak is the devil's color," said Ruel, whose hands were locked with hers.

"I must go now, Ruel. I must make peace with them and undo my creation before-"   An arrow from behind appeared. My throat almost broke from the shout I unleashed in warning.

I froze as the metallic tip of it pierced right into her heart. Blood as red as rose cascaded to the watery earth.

But the one that is a mystery to me is why she did not so much as cry nor collapse. Her face is the calm before the storm. Her beauty is beguiling yet can destroy an entire village. "I only wanted to be loved, to be accepted for what I am..." At first, I thought she was talking to the man,

    But she was not.

Eliane is talking to me.

"I only wanted to be worshipped like how I worship the Goddesses. I only wanted..." I began to cry and I cupped her face, her weeping face.

"Love. Affection. I never intended to kill. But people, they...they see me as murderous

entity who shall do anything in order to have power."

  She arched her head up, to where I was listening in serene manner.

"You cannot escape your fate our fate..." The wolves as big as horses galloped from the shadow of the forest, then to the side. Wolves of black and white and brown appeared from all over the field, running towards her. Towards us.

"I'm sorry, Eliane...I am sorry for betraying you, for having to betray you." Ruel said from behind me before running away, vanishing into the woods.

Then it was only me and her. Her forest-green eyes smiled at mine, gazed into mine. Strong but sorrowful. Those emotions reverberate in her stare.

"You must choose. Choose wisely, or your destiny will bleed like mine." Rain bathed every inch of my skin, leaving none of my body dry.

  "Choose, Elaine. Choose wisely. Don't let your heart fool you."

She knows my name. Eliane knows who I am.

"Who are you?"

A raging voice shattered my ears from one of the wolves who shifted into a man.

"WHO ARE YOU, ELIANE?!" I shrieked, desperate for an answer.

Her voice was deep. "I am you. You are me." Then red blood sprayed in my face, shutting

my eyes in shock. When I opened them, I was only holding her neck. Her head now lies on the ground covered in mud.

The rain became stronger and I came face to face with the man holding the bloody

sword, his cerulean eyes sending shivers down my gut.

I locked eyes with the man. Green eyes meeting blue eyes.

"Who are you?" The man asked, drenched in frigid rain.

"I am her."

***

Everything vanishes the field, the body of Eliane, the man with cerulean eyes. Blinding light greeted my eyes. I am facing a mirror ceiling and my body on top of a luxurious golden bed. "Gosh, that was a weird dream!" I exclaimed as I held the alarm clock on the bedside table. It's three in the morning. Sweet.

  I walked towards the little fridge and grabbed a pitcher of cold water before letting my dry lips taste its coolness.

  "What kind of dream is that?" I asked myself, as if some voice inside me would

answer.

  "Nah. I'm just overthinking my overthinking."

I grabbed an erotic book that I found in Tyler's room earlier about a priest and a virgin.

The Silver Pack Alpha is in his room, snoring 'cause I told him to do so.

I have a habit when I wake up in the middle of the night, even before the break of dawn, I

will have a hard time falling asleep again.

So I read an erotic book, this erotic book-hoping it will wake up the sleepiness in me and let me rest my eyes again before four in the morning.