Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I did not know how to inhale anymore.

But I still did breathe, letting the night know that I am still fucking here, alive and beautifully standing on the white tiled floor. The presence of her sent shivers down my spine. My body's sudden outburst of cold sweats threatening to flood the kitchen.

Rowena. I can see her smiling creepily at me. When I say creepily, it's when a part of her face's skin dangles from her head as it would peel off from her any second but she's still smiling widely. But I don't think I can reach her, touch her. As well as she to me.

It's as if we are in the same room but only one actually exists in this world: me. I don't think I believe in the afterlife—or if Tyler's kind believes in it but wherever Rowena is now, I hope she's in peace despite the mangled, horrible way she died.

But who is this Rowena standing, floating in the air, before me?

It's midnight. And Tyler and I been asleep since eight in the evening, the last hour we fucked. I only came down because I felt a sudden emotion of being thirsty; the beautiful feeling when a cold water makes its way down one's throat makes me leap out of bed and venture here. Where I saw Rowena's ghastly figure.

I turn my heel from the fridge. The pitcher of cold water is sweating on my hand. Is this the effect of too much sex? Or am I just tired and this stupor is a sign to me that I should return now to our bed, where Taylor is magnificently naked, hugging Taylor in his arms.

I stopped by the bottom of the stairs, the railings beside it are made of glass. And that made me frown.

What if I'm scared and I'll be running upstairs because of some ghost in the past making its presence known to me again and I suddenly tripped, causing miscarriage?noveldrama

'Shut the fuck up, Elaine. You're overthinking!' I yelled at my own mind.

I rubbed my eyes. But the feeling that someone is watching me...I can't brush it off. My heart pounded on my chest. Panic roared on my veins, sending drops of sweat down to the steps of the stairs as I slowly but surely made my way upstairs.

I am pregnant. I can't risk sprinting on the stairs just because of some strange feeling

that Rowena's ghost is scaring me.

But it did scare me. And I am pretty much afraid. Easily afraid.

"Run, Elaine." Rowena's bloody pale face and heartless body suddenly appeared beside

me, her unearthly presence an inch away from my ears.

I ended up screaming.

I shrieked and yelled and bellowed until my voice echoed in every wall and almost

shattered every glass.

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But I don't care. I am fucking scared.

And I must run.

No, I should run.

Here.

Now.

And I did run away, sprinting my way up. Letting go of every tiny bit of self-control from me and every inch of courage burning in my soul.

Sometimes, I need to be afraid. Because it's a sign that I am still human after all.

Despite the inkling knowledge that I am connected to Eliane and the freaking fact that

the Hearteaters sought me and wants to kill me.

I am afraid now that's why I am running. I am running because, amidst being married to a

mighty storm-summoning Alpha, I am a human in any aspect.

***

I am a powerless human being after all.

"What the Elaine?"

I hug my knees as I lay at the floor at the end of the shiny purple bed. Tyler's question didn't so much as make me shift or flinch to where I am situated.

    "What happened?"

  "She was there. Just right there." I pointed to the door with my still trembling

fingers and broken sobs and croaked voice.

"You must be tired."

; "I told myself that many times, Tyler. But the sheer sight of Rowena is-is..."

"Here we go again." Tyler put his hand on his forehead, sighing. "I told you and you know

it too. She's dead, already dead. Rowena's already buried in Luna's Cemetery. We even did that despite her betrayal to the "

"How the shit can you still think of that? Just because of one mistake, you will already set aside all the good things she has done to you?!" My patience is no longer helping me cage the anger sealed within me. "You are no different to mortals outside Stella's Soul, always remembering one's mistake but easily forgetting one's good deed."

He could see the bobbing of my throat, the heavy heaving of my chest up and down. "Stop, Elaine. You're shaking. You need to rest."

"I don't need to rest!" My lungs would have exploded with so much fury oozing up to its brim. "How could you care less about Rowena? She had watched you when you were little. She took care of you, fed you-"

"Her betrayal almost killed you. I could have lost you, Elaine. I am so in love with you and angry with her that both strong emotions threaten to cut the living daylights out of me."

"But she's still a family, a member of Stella's Soul. You call yourself the Protector of Stella's Soul yet doesn't give a shit to an old woman's death just because she let those bastards in. Who are you, Tyler? Are you even the Tyler I married? Are you?!"

Tyler, too, was fuming. His voice thundered like a storm in the room. "Everything I've done, I've done it for you. Every move I make is making sure you'll never get hurt again. And that's what you think of me? Rowena had a choice not to listen to the Hearteaters but she still did anyway. And now you are fucking blaming me for branding her a traitor, where in fact, she is indeed one?" He nervously laughs. "Then you are no different from all the wives out there, bathing on their husband's wealth and yet still blaming us for mistakes we never make." Tyler grabbed his robe and slammed the door so loud that the bookshelf near the door rattled a little.

I picked up Taylor where he tossed it on the floor and hugged it tightly. We are left alone, me and the stuffed toy and this luxurious bedroom. Where a canopy of white cloth hangs from a four bed post, the scent of lavender and strawberry candles still flooding the air despite his absence.

I saw a flash of light outside and peeked at the window. Tyler laid his body on the cold grass and dark night, eventually closing his eyes and didn't so much glance at my direction. My husband is sleeping in his mighty white wolf form, its size and weight perhaps more than a horse.

Is this mostly what happened to newlyweds? Only days after being married, it's as if the embodiment of fighting and God of War also joined our honeymoon, making its presence known to us hour after hour.

  I shook my head to that thought, letting my curiosity stay out of that question. And throughout the night, I was left hugging and cuddling Taylor (the stuffed toy) alone, instead of the man, the husband, the Alpha who gave it to me...