Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler's

POV

Jose seems weird.

He addresses me by Alpha instead of Ty or Jane. And he's wearing jeans and a shirt when I told him to wear a suit.

"Let's go hunting," Jason patted me once on the shoulder. My eyes remained on the busy street, where the crescent moon brightens the dark heavens.

I trailed after Jason and Karlos after a minute, the latter in his wolf form; his fur is a cloak of shadows. We were crossing a deserted alley drenched in darkness when a car honked, stopping us in the middle of the street.

"I stopped by a car repair shop since I don't know how to fix your midnight blue Porsche baby, Ty."

I froze, coldness wrapped my body. Remus howled fiercely inside me. Before I could blink, Karlos was already sprinting on the opposite side. I remained pinned to the ground.

'Elaine...' My soul ached.

'Elaine...' A tear fell from my face, the nightly breeze wiping it away.

"What the fuck is happening?"

It happened so fast, so fast that I could not believe or process or even breathe. My lungs stopped functioning in a heartbeat, my heart on the verge of blocking the air on my throat.

I was stunned. And I'm lucky Jason is with me now.

"A Hearteater mimicked your appearance." It was Jason who answered for me. "Shit!" Jose murmured. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

My brother and my Beta went after Karlos. But I was still stunned, unable to move.

"AHHH!" My shriek trembled the nearby building, the light on the lamp posts shattering. Jason just allowed me-left me to where I am-as they haste towards my betrothed, my

fiancée. My snow flower.

"Fuck you, Hearteaters!"

Then Remus took over my body, a flash of light in an instant.

Next thing I knew, I was on my moon-white fur body, running and hurrying.

'Faster.' I begged my wolf.

'I am.'

I let that fear inside me curl in the corners, hoping and praying to the Trinity Goddess

that we will still be able to reach her in time-reach her alive in time.

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; 'I will save you,' I breathe, Remus huffing. 'I shall come for you, Elaine.'

Elaine's POV

We are now trekking in the forest.

"Why didn't we use the car? There's a pathway over there that your Alpha and I used when we go shopping for bridal dresses..." But Jose didn't answer back. I only heard him inhale a sharp breath. Jose parked the car outside the borders of the emerald forest and we have been traversing for five minutes already.

Something felt wrong. The night was young but the moon seemed to be covered by the clouds, dimming the pathway.

"It's dark, Jose. Maybe a little fire will help." But Jose kept walking behind me. We passed the stone table where the memory of me wearing that white dress made me giggle inside.   "Did you take a bath already?" I asked as I continued to tread forward. "You smell

awful."

I didn't mean to offend him but it's the truth. Well, real-life pet dogs do smell bad, how much more wolves? And man-shifting wolves to be exact...

"You should try a lavender soap or the lemon verbena oil. It's good for your skin." I gaze

at my fingernails before turning around, only to find that Jose disappeared.

There was no Jose when I turned my body behind. Only the forest and the night. "Jose?" And it was here again, that unearthly, bizarre smell. It was breaking every consciousness left in me. Though I was standing here alone, frozen and cold, that smell and presence is shoving me deep down the earth-burying me alive as I try to turn to my heel for a

run.

But I fought back, with all my remaining strength and courage. I tried to hold my breath so I may not breathe in that scent of death.

But I couldn't. And I collapsed to the ground, the darkness of sky greeting me. The light of the moon, the cosmic body that gives my Tyler his strength, gives me strength, hid from my sight. Hidden from my eyes by these foul creatures whose corrupt soul sent me on the threshold of death every time they appear.

  "Jose..." My sight became blurry. And I whispered the name of Alpha Tyler's Beta even though, deep down, I know it wasn't him.

Everything turned cold. Even the ground is frigid. I crave for the warmth of Tyler's skin, his breath. His touch. But the scent of death is flooding the air, lingering in my nose, pinning me to the earth.

  Without anyone to save me or even see how I die.

"Elaine..." It was the same voice from the beach. The same creature that I met on the

sandy shore.

"Elaine..." Deep and hellish. Cold beads of sweat fall from me, along with the saltiness of my tears watering the grassy ground. I cannot move my feet or even curl my fingers.

I was in a body that felt like I did not even own.

  I closed my eyes-it was the only movement I can do. I rather shut the windows of my soul than to see the face of death.

Then masculine bellowing voices filled the horrific air, replaced with shouting and yelling that I do not know if it belongs to a bunch of Hearteaters or to a pack of werewolves.

A scorching wildness of fire warmed my skin, saving me from the sea of fatal coldness, pulling me away from death's doorstep. I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids are heavy. My blurry sight and hearing made me wonder if I'm still alive or if I already left my corporeal form.

"Elaine!" Someone shook my shoulders. The shrill of a monster not far away from me made my blood run in my veins again.

"Elaine!" The person didn't falter in shaking my body, cupping my face; his palm a warm

dream in my skin.

    "Elaine!"

    I moved a finger.

    "Elaine!"

    I opened my eyes.

    "ELAINE!!!"

It was Tyler's unwavering, unyielding masculine voice that woke me up from the

phantoms of death.

"Tyler?" I saw behind him how Jose cut the bat-like arms of the Hearteater with an ice sword, how Karlos' dark flame burned the body where not even ashes in the wind could be seen.noveldrama

I see how Jason controls the mind of the heart-eating beast while huge drops of sweat threaten

to cloud his gaze.

I see the crying face of Tyler Jane Moonstorm, my husband-to-be, my wolfie, my fluffy

dog as he hugged me tightly as if he never hugged me before.

"Thank Selena you're alive!" he cried.

And I puked at his shirt, on his very chest.