Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Sunlight warmed Rowan's cheeks as his fist landed on another punching bag made of hay. 'Today is the day,' he mused, a set of white teeth flashing as his smile slowly made its way to his face.

He feels excited and happy. But at the same time, the nerve of anxiety seeped into his bones as the chilling thought of being wolfless run down his spine.

Rowan's early morning daily schedule already includes this: exercising and letting his body be drenched in heat and sweat, sunlight and warmth.

And thinking. Overthinking.

The sons of other Alphas said that it is just normal to worry, especially one's eighteenth birthday and the day one's wolf will be awakened will happen at the same time.

But to Rowan... "I will have a wolf, father." He declared to the wind, a morning prayer to

the Three Goddesses who blessed their land. "I will not disappoint everyone."

"Or maybe they will disappoint you." A pair of emerald green eyes met his gaze, her hair

as black as a moonless night gracefully swayed by the passing wind. A few strands blocked her face but she managed to swipe them behind her ears in a single motion of a hand.

"High Priestess," Rowan brought his head to a bow.

But Eliane only laughed gently. "No need to be so polite, Alpha Rowan."

Rowan snorted to Eliane's tone while saying the sacred title of being an Alpha. "You're mocking me."

Eliane smirked. "Am I?"

He peeled off his eyes away from her, slightly shaking his head. "Why are you here?" "What I usually do. I am a witch tasked by the Goddesses to watch over you, puppies." Rowan leaned on one of the wooden fences where a horse is still sleeping. "By watching, do you mean that as a literal or figurative one?"

Her sparkling eyes briefly scanned his shirtless body before giving its focus back to his grinning face. "Both."

Rowan's amusement resonated with Eliane's. Both of them laughed as if Rowan was never worried about tonight's outcome.

"Don't worry," she ran a finger down his torso. "They will bless you."noveldrama

"Yeah, like how the Trinity Goddess blessed those relatives of mine who never manage to know what it is to have a wolf." He himself has wolfless relatives. His cousin, for example. One that this father, Alpha Karin, made his cook and butler in their mansion.

Every time his eyes darted to him, he could feel that sadness swirling in his cousin's eyes. One that, even if he is not the one who is suffering, he can still feel his longing-his yearning for the one thing he can never have: a wolf.

He has seen many times that his cousin shed his silent tears in a dark corner after being scolded, sometimes after being beaten by their relatives. How none of those will ever happen if only he is like them, constantly shifting here and there. Talking about their wolves as if it's an extension of their personality and among other things that those who have wolves do. Rowan wonders that, if he has no wolf, will he be like his cousin?

'Probably worse...' he thought, his throat bobbing in fear and worry. 'Please Goddesses, just let me have a goddamn wolf!'

Rowan."

Eliane, as if she knew his thoughts, pursed her lips in silence. "I will see you tonight,

Rowan sucked a breath as he reached for his shirt hanging from a horse's reins. The High Priestess' footsteps already faded away. "I will have a wolf," he muttered to himself, fingers curling to a fist.

"I will have a wolf," he told himself, repeated to himself; encouraged himself. 'Please let me have a wolf,' his thoughts loudly hoped to the clear bright sky above. 'I will never wish anything more than that.'

***

Rowan is just wearing a loose white shirt, one that didn't so much hide the muscular abs beneath, and a pair of blue jeans that can easily be taken off the moment his wolf will make its presence known.

The cloudy night did not yet yield the bright full moon that will tell everyone if he's wolfless or will be the next Alpha. Not yet.

'Breathe, Rowan. Breathe...' He whispered to himself, his thoughts suffocating him—both worry and excitement to the point he cannot inhale properly.

"...and now. The most awaited part of this night," Alpha Karin's voice is jovial and thrilled. But to Rowan, his father's voice is but a warning of how many more seconds left for him to prove that he is his father's son. That he is not a disappointment. That he shall be the proclaimed Alpha of any of the packs, depending on his wolf fur's color. That he, when the full moon bathed everything in silver, will have his wolf and shift before them.

And afterwards, he will worry about what he shall call his wolf like all his friends did as it is the owner who shall give the wolf its name as a sense of ownership and the start of a life-long contract.

  Rowan looked up at the sky, the clouds slowly moving away to give the starry blanket the rule of Mother Moon.

"My son, Rowan Moonstorm!" His father extended his arm to where he was standing in the middle of the platform for everyone to see. Though it puts a wide smile on his father's face, Rowan felt like an accused witch that, any minute now, will be hanged for everyone to see one's distorted face before his body will be burned at the stake in order to relieve any of his diabolic remains from the whispers of the society.

  "Show us your wolf, son." Alpha Karin's voice was soft and gentle. But to him, it was commanding. Demanding.

Rowan looked up to the sky again, the wind whipping his hair away from his face. Few clouds left hovering before the moon. The shadowy light of the night's moon is a faint one because of the cloud's presence.

So he counted, waited. 'Please let me have a wolf. Please let me have a wolf. Please let me have a wolf. Please let me have a wolf- Rowan prayed on the top of his lungs, until his patience would snap the hell out of him.

He did not stop chanting until three clouds left hindering the moon's brightness to bathe Stella's Soul.

"Please let me have a wolf," he murmured, disregarding the fact that everyone could hear his plea even with the softness of his voice. "Please let me have a wolf. Please let me have a wolf."

; Rowan kept praying and praying.

He prayed.

Until there were no clouds left to cover the bright full moon.

***

;   And so Rowan waited.

Rowan Moonstorm, son of Alpha Karin of the Silver Pack, waited for a tiny growl and howl of a wolf inside him.

Everyone's brows furrowed, murmurs and whispers began to flood about him of him being wolfless like his cousin. Like all those relatives and friends of his who do not even know what it is to belong in Stella's Soul, what it felt like to shift and brag to everyone your white fur or your fire-controlling abilities.

For they are as good as mortals, pathetic and wolfless. Useless.

And it is what Rowan felt now. Especially even when ten minutes have passed, standing on that wooden platform. Still, people waited for him to shift and smash the platform to pieces and howl against the darkness of the night.

But no Rowan shifted. There was no Rowan who howled as if one's singing the glorious

hymn of wolves.

Rowan remained composed, hiding his emotions. Though he is the kind of man that everyone expected him to be fierce and emotionless like his father, Rowan cried. First, it was just a tear that cascaded from his cheeks. And another one followed. Then another. And another. Until the rain of sadness is now streaming from the windows of his soul, the only way of letting these untamed feelings inside him be unleashed and be free from his grip.

  "Rowan..." his father's voice echoed. The hair on his arms rose. "Rowan."

But Rowan remained looking up to the moon, hoping for some miracle. Wishing for a tendril of the impossible to flow to him, giving him the strength to tear this shirt and shatter the night with the growl and howl of his wolf as big as a horse.

  Yet, there was nothing. "I'm a failure, Father-"

"Rowan!" His wolfless cousin's cry of warning is already late when his father, now in fangs

and fur, pounced on top of him from behind.

Blue eyes met golden wolf eyes. One belongs to a wolf and the other belongs to the wolf's son. But only one of them can howl and pounce and snap the wooden platform with a single flick of a paw.

They both fell in the bare ground, the wooden debris decorating his skin with vibrant flowing crimson. Yet Alpha Karin remained on top of his son, his gaze unfaltering.

Even though his father can only snarl at him, Rowan already knew what it meant already knew what it meant for him as a Stella's Soul resident who hadn't been blessed by the Trinity Goddess with a wolf and power roaring in his veins.

Rowan will never be an Alpha from the moment his father tore his own white shirt away from his body, his naked chest gilded by tonight's silver beacon.

  Rowan Moonstorm now knows what it feels like to have no wolf...to be wolfless to be pathetic and useless.

***

; And this is just the beginning.

Rowan does not care whether someone will hear him shrieking and weeping in the Misty Forest

on a full moon night.

As long as he can let it all out.

For a now-adult man and as a Stella Soul's resident celebrating his eighteenth birthday,

this is a complete nightmare-something straight from a bad dream, wrecking his heart, spilling

his soul in the cold ground through his tears.

But Rowan just let himself cry in agony and pain and sorrow. And disappointment with himself, his failure in fulfilling the werewolf society's expectations.

  And to the three Goddesses probably watching him now but still did nothing. "This

is all their fault."

care.

The Misty Forest is so quiet, even when midnight is still five hours away. But he didn't

He is what he is now-a useless, wolfless son. The son who disappointed his father. The

son who is no longer one for his father would obviously disown him now, and the Alpha title will now pass unto Alpha Karin's Beta obviously.

; But Rowan didn't weep because he cannot have the title of the Alpha or because his friends would laugh at him.

He wept for he failed as a son. All his life, he just wanted to be seen by his father as more than an errand boy or assistant.

his flesh.

Rowan wanted to be seen by his father as a son, true son. Blood of his blood, flesh from

Yet, with what happened on this full moon night...

"This is all their fault!" Who else should Rowan blame but those deities who blessed their land but didn't even give him a sliver of power by giving him a wolf.

"Aurora, Selena, and Stella. Wherever you are now, I hope you are now happy with my misery." Rowan's rage shrouded him, filling every inch of him. Anger now guides his tongue, his thoughts, his actions.

"DAMN YOU!" His voice thundered within the Misty Forest, the leaves and trees trembling with the fury encompassing his words.

Rowan, without any choice, already knows what he is: a wolfless son of the Alpha.   But the burning emotions within him can never be put out no matter how hard he tries to hide them.

And from afar, behind the huge trunks of the trees and the vibrant dark green covering of the leaves, a pair of emerald green eyes shone with utter sadness and pity; her red cloak swaying with the wind and her raven-colored hair dancing along with the nightly breeze.