Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

The boutique is clean and white.

But the colors of gray and pink may have been the reason why the interiors are deemed as beautiful.

The huge leather couch that I am sitting on is gray in color. Pink swirling designs that appear as a rose and a head of a wolf on the center accentuate the furniture even more, same as the couch where Pegasus is napping.

The vases are smoothly gray and snaked with pink geometry designs. The carpet is even gray and soft. It made me almost cringe because it's like it's derived from a dozen gray wolf skin and sewed together in order to make a grand carpet for human feet to brush on.

"Are you alright?" Tyler never failed me to ask that, as if every second I breathe, danger

will eventually be knocking on my door.

Well, it even entered the boutique minutes ago.

"I'm fine. She did not manage to touch me."

"Good," he remarked. "Or else that Hearteater will be luring you into Selena knows where and eat your heart!"

I stood, rubbing the base of his back as I breathed in his scent of rain and forest and mist. "You don't need to worry, Ty. I'm always careful."

His eyes narrowed when it flashed at me but I remained serene and half-smiling. "I promise," I added.

"Okay," he muttered. I sighed in relief. "But you must accept this gift of mine. Just think of it as a bridal shower gift."

"Bridal shower gift from a fiancé? Do you really have knowledge about mortal customs and traditions?!" I whispered.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes like a pissed-off woman. Sometimes I wonder if twenty- two years old is old enough for a werewolf or is it still considered as a teenager?

"Just Just take this. Your password is the date I have taken you from the stone table and shove right into my lair."

Tyler uses the word 'taken', instead of 'abducted' and 'sacrificed'. I love how he sees me as an actual woman he will soon be married to rather than a piece of mortal flesh that he will soon be grinding for the rest of his life.

My cheeks heated more when the thought of Tyler grinding me in our wedding clothes-

I glanced up at him. He's naked, from head to toe and chest to thigh. The sun shone on his bare body, glinting in every inch of mocha gloriousness. I don't care if the body I am seeing now is capable of slaying an entire household without so much of a backache. I just want to be the driver of the Lamborghini between his legs.

"Elaine?" I blinked and the mirage left my eyes. I shook my head along with the words, "Yes, I'm fine."

I accepted the phone, the iPhone. I never had an iPhone, especially a brand new smartphone. In fact, I never had a brand new phone. The phone I usually have when I was still in the Rutherford household is either one that my younger sister broke or my mother's old Nokia. The bad thing is that I have to endure the bullying of my high school friends. The good thing about having an old phone is that you will never be a subject of a thief's eyes.

But this my hand cradling the white expensive gadget...this is too much.

I am more elated, more lucky. More grateful. I am glad that I am the sacrificed woman to the one and only Stormbringer Alpha.

"Thank you..." I said in a soft and girly voice, bringing my hair behind my ear.

He reached a hand for my face, caressing me in front of his seasonal servants. I can see Nicole squeaking at the corner of my sight.

Tyler.

  "Follow us in the tea room, darling," Nicole said to me before striding after my

I was left with Pegasus and the iPhone, both white and valuable in my eyes.   The Silver Pack's pet wolf licked my tongue as I stared at the phone.

Biting my lip to refrain from shrieking and laughing so hard, I fathomed that it was the phone I used to take a picture of him sleeping; his face drawn with Pikachu, thanks to my eyeliner.

***

I looked down at Pegasus who was still wagging his tail, waiting for me to follow in the tea room. "Don't tell your daddy about the phone, okay?" I don't know why I used the term daddy but my own voice sounds cute in my ears. Pegasus barked with his tail still brushing on my feet.     "Good boy!" I patted its head.

Every step I take is every laugh I hold. I opened the gallery and his picture is still there. I presume he never knew I took a picture of him in that sinfully ridiculous face.

Melissa's number is already in the contacts. Hoping to find a partner-in-crime, I sent Tyler's hilarious face to my soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Pegasus walked beside me and I opened the door before the tea room, its soft lavender color left me in awe. Not to mention the gold-and-diamond doorknob.

"Oh, here she is!" Nicole went towards me and took my hand. "There," he pointed at the

chair between Tyler and his husband. "Sit beside your honey pie baby boy."

;   Honey pie baby what?

I only gave her a half smile. Pegasus sat by Tyler's feet.

"So the blue-and-silver theme is final, Mr. Tyler?"

I jerked my chin. I would actually like pink and purple but it looks more of a debut

birthday party. "Yes, blue and silver seem regal yet simple."

"So about the cake..." I just found out that Ghino, Nicole's husband, is a cake artist. And there is nothing more I would bow before than a job that mixes food and art.  

Well, I guess food is art itself.

Tyler, Nichole, and Ghino continued conversing and discussing the wedding. I just let them because I don't think I am entitled to even disagree with them because: 1) Tyler's money is

the one going to answer this grand wedding. 2) I am a sacrifice a sheep whose mouth is

fastened well with i-am-contented-with-being-the-bride-thank-you.

; While they were talking, my phone lit up. Melissa has replied with emojis.

I covered my mouth to hide my laugh. "You've been a bad girl," she added in her text.

  "I know right," I typed back, along with an emoji with heart eyes.

Melissa and I have grown close so quickly as if we are destined to be in a sisterhood relationship even before we met. She's a sister I never had. A friend I used to have. A family I will always have as soon as I took the surname of Moonstorm.

  "...And that will be all for the meeting. I trust you your wedding will be magical!"

"I bet it already is," I inserted. Tyler glanced sideways as if he knew what I have been up

to.

"Just contact Rowena and other in-house servants," he told the two before standing from

the table, hands shaking in a smooth conclusion of the day's meeting.

  He strode past me. Pegasus is catching after him.

"You're going to be laid, girl!" The 'lady' in a blinding bright green and pink attire

exclaimed before me.

  "Nicole!" Ghino reprimanded. But I just giggled like a lady living in the regency era.   I heard Tyler's exit in the boutique, making me sprint after him. Oh no, did I make him mad for not paying attention?

  "Tyler!" I called out. Apparently, the sky is not in a good mood as well.

  "Sweetie, wait!!!" People eyed me, noticing the height and age difference of me and my 'boyfriend'.

Tyler halted beside a fast food chain. I already anticipated he just wants to be called in an endearment.

"I'm glad you are slowly learning to use an endearment towards me, sweetheart."   To puke or not to puke, that is my question with regards to his sugar-coated words.   Or is his saccharine praise more eye-rolling than my endearment?noveldrama

Anyway, I continued to move my feet forward, following him like I'm a girl scout and he's my teacher. Despite Tyler's childishness, I still can't believe that this kind of world exists-the world where werewolves walk in a polo shirt and jeans, blending with the humans I walk with, I live with, I breathe with.

Sometimes, I wonder if the man in the coffee shop reading the newspaper is really a man or just another being of myth. A dragon, maybe? What if the lady beckoning potential customers

to try their cupcakes is actually a witch? What if the traffic enforcer is a gargoyle? What if the birds and cats and dogs we see are actually shapeshifters and spies?

Fascination never touched me the hardest. A hidden world inside a modern world. Things that only used to be inked in books are actually happening day-to-day-unbeknownst to the ninety percent of the city's population.

And I am grateful that I have been a sacrifice to the Alpha.

;I, Elaine Winona Rutherford, am glad that I have been a part of both worlds.