Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Here I am again, dreaming. As if it's the kingdom I ruled.

But this time, it is not about Eliane. It is about Rowena Cruz, the friend who betrayed us.

I admit we have only interacted briefly in that ghostly apparition of hers last night. But the way she cared for me during the days she was still alive-how she told me to run at that very night, at the night of my wedding in front of a so-called Jason...it makes me feel guilty.

Rowena saved me that night, saved my heart from being torn away from my body on the very day that I will be giving my heart to my Alpha.

"I thought you were going to deliver her to us." The Hearteaters sneered down at Rowena, "Why did you tell her to run then?" That voice of utter darkness and unearthliness is making me grip the bars tightly as I stood as a phantom observing them. If shadows could speak, that would be the Hearteaters' voice. One that you pray that you will never be able to hear again. One that you constantly make sure there is light around you for these creatures are forged from dark and cold and death.

Rowena looked me in the eye, her eyes piercing my heart already wrapped with thorns. Now I'm beginning to doubt if I am dreaming or am I witnessing an actual conversation that occurred?

What if...

"She passed by your side the moment I told her to go. Why didn't you grab her?" The monster's human nose flared. "I don't want to make our disguise fail."

"But you already did fail even without disguising." Rowena's smirk might have earned her

a pat in the back from me.

She drifts her head to the space behind the Hearteaters, to me. Can she see me? Can she really recognize my presence in this—

Is this really a dream? Or am I transported back to the day this happened? The day she- I inhaled through my nose. And when I looked again, the Hearteater that took the form of Jason is now inside the cell behind Rowena, grasping her neck from behind as if it's just a piece of meat.

Rowena didn't so much as whimper. She instead smiled.

"You may kill me now. But she will never yield to you, especially when she's now more in favor of them than your kind."

Even with the Hearteater's deathly true appearance, that inhuman throat bobbed in reaction from her words.

"Eliane will always be Eliane," the Hearteater countered. "Whether she's in the body ofnoveldrama

that Luna or in the name of Elaine, her soul will always be as corrupted as ours."

I freeze, coldness running in my bones, seeping in every veins and sinews. I hugged myself, thinking that I could warm my body.

But no.

I am Eliane. Like the Hearteaters, I am forged from the coldest pit of darkness, the aroma of death wrapping in my soul-Eliane's soul.

'A liar will never tell the truth...' someone whispered to me. Was it Eliane's? Does that

mean that I shouldn't believe anything that these beasts said?

"Is she?" Rowena's grin became wider, putting a hand to her chest.

And my shriek filled this dimension when the other Hearteaters plunged its bat-like hand

in Rowena's chest, staining her already filthy dress with bright dark red blood.

I couldn't smell that rusty scent especially when that Hearteater hoisted a beating heart

in the air. It beats for a few seconds until it just becomes a heart on one's palm, neither beating nor living. But I know how much pain would fill one's soul, dying in the most brutal way I could even imagine. This feeling is the same back when I saw Eliane's head leave her body and tumble on the grassy ground.

Both were in a dream. But both also felt as if it never was.

; It's like a memory that I have already witnessed but couldn't remember-did not even know that I have seen that.

And something, someone, tugged me away from this dream. An orb of light appeared, brightly swirling before my eyes as I slowly went back to my own consciousness.

Back to my own body.

***  

I woke up to the sound of barking.

But I could not smell the fragrance of rain and forest and mist which are my husband's scent. My Alpha's aromatic fragrance that my nose constantly yearns for.

"Pegasus? Cerberus?" The Silver Pack and the Amber Pack's pet wolves were both in this purple bed as soon as I opened my eyes, with Pegasus licking my hand and Cerberus nibbling playfully on my socks.

  "You're awake, dear." A woman in white coat opened the door. Tyler strolled after her from behind.

  A moonstone necklace hangs around her neck shaped in a crescent moon. She's a werewolf.

  "How are you?" The doctor-my personal doctor here in Stella's Soul and Melissa's as well-asked me gently.

"Well, I am pretty much okay-" My upset stomach made me sprint in a heartbeat to the bathroom just across the room, puking at the lavatory. I let it all out; the downside effect of being pregnant made its presence more vicious now.

'Gosh, so this is how it felt like to be pregnant...'

The woman knocked on the door. "Elaine?"

I raised a hand, letting her know I'm fine. But the next moment, she's already rubbing my back, filling my ears with assuring words that it is normal for every woman who holds a life in her womb.

"I know," I said in a soft, still-trembling voice.

She brought a little bottle in my nose; its size is the same as my thumb. "It has a menthol scent that will help you lighten your feeling."

I held the bottle as soon as she parted her hand from my face. Someone cleared a throat

by the bathroom's threshold.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

  The doctor rolled her eyes. "Calm down, Tyler. She's only in her first trimester!"

  And finally, I have my first laugh on this day, my amusement echoing in the walls of the Honeymoon House.

***

Tyler's POV

"Now that the check-up is done, shall I now escort you to the paradise I said earlier?"

  "Which kind of paradise?" Her eyes sparkled with loveliness that I can only see when she's with me.

She rubbed her belly, hair tied to a clean ponytail.

  I'm finally going to be a father.

Remus howled. 'New pup! New pup! New pup!'

It's my first time hearing my wolf in an eager mood. Most of the time, he's just as solemn and poker-faced as he is, as if he's ready to sprint to war anytime and anywhere.     "What did the doctor say?"

Elaine just squared her shoulders. "She says that I should minimize my overthinking and I

should stay away from things that cause me distress."

; "Finally," I sighed. Her brows met at that. "You're finally quitting thinking about Rowena."

She faced me, her expressions showed that she's ready to debate with me again but I put

my finger on her lips, hushing her.

"We are going to bathe in the spring."

; "What spring?" my wife crossed her arms.

And before she could say more, I revealed a backpack, picnic basket, and a small hand-

carry box.

"Would you like to ride me in wolf form or in this form?"

She cackled. "I already knows how much of a hustle fucking you in wolf form at Luna's

Lake so I prefer you in this form."

My boisterous laugh echoed in the house, almost cracking every glass due to its loudness. "I mean our way of traversing towards the spring, Elaine!"

"Oh..." her cheeks warmed, staining in red. She looks so embarrassed that I could pinch

those fluffy red cheeks of hers.

I turned to my heel, positioning my body in a way that I am ready to give her a piggyback

ride. "The road is rough and sloppy towards the said paradise."

; "You're going to carry me at the back?"

"It's fun."

; She snorted. "I prefer to walk, doggie."

  "I don't want my pregnant wife to be tired when we arrive there." She gaped at

the use of my Alpha, domineering voice.

  "So, let's go?"

  Her throat bobbed in reaction. Remus barked in delight.

  "Let's go," my wife, mate, bestfriend, slave, master-Elaine Winona Moonstorm-—

uttered.