Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"You look familiar..." Someone said from behind. His jovial voice is masculine enough to be a straight man.

Turning his body towards me, my eyes widened with shock because it was Maven, the only close male friend I had back then in my mortal life, back when we were still living in Maine. Last time we had a conversation was a year ago, maybe more.

"Elaine?! Oh my," he blurted out my name out so loud that the passengers around us knitted their brows. He apologized to the people before turning back at me. "Sorry, but God...is that you?" His eyes traveled all the way from my face down to the Louis Vuitton shoes I am wearing and to the 24-karat gold necklace ornamenting my neck. "You look... wow. I don't even recognize you at all!"

My heart suddenly melted because, after all, Maven and I were good friends back then. He was the only guy who treated me right and made me feel alive. It was great to see a familiar person here on the plane. At least, my thoughts won't be flooded by some women trying to flirt with my Tyler anymore.

"Yeah, it's me," I bring a few strands of hair behind my ears. "How are you?"

"I'm doing great, so far. I'm on my way to get my Master Degree in Business in London. But now, I decided to have a vacation break in Greece." He sounds confident, speaks confidently. Back when we were in high school, he couldn't even say a monologue without quivering and his voice shaking.

I was truly in awe because he used to tell me that his only dream was to finish college. And now...now he's taking masters after graduating college! It looks like the odds are in his favor. But I think I'm luckier than him, still. At least according to my definition of being lucky.

"How about you?" Maven asked, flashing his infamous smile at me his subtle playboy grin at me.

"You know what, I'm so happy for you." I gave him a gentle tap on his shoulders. I see in the corner of my eyes how my husband flinched at that touch. I sense the way he's staring at me, as my skin touches another skin is almost making him summon a storm in the very inside of this plane in order to drive Maven away. But at least for this moment, I don't give a fuck what Tyler thinks. Maven is my one and only male friend. "It feels just like yesterday that you were joking at me that if you can't graduate, I'll cut your short hair until you become bald!"

I let out a small laugh, willing my voice not to become louder. I don't know why I feel joyful today, as if the worries of Eliane and the Hearteaters completely drifted away to the wind and beyond the horizon. But again, I don't care. This is my honeymoon. Maven is my friend. And it was true that he promised to be bald when we see each other years later and I found out he did not graduate.

Well, speaking of graduation, it's actually me who hasn't gone to college yet. Because, well...you already know what happened. And who made it happened.

Yes, it was the Rutherfords. And yes, it was because of them why I never pursued higher education.

But thinking of that now, in the middle of a century-old war between Werewolves and Hearteaters, in the middle of matters of life and death, I guess I should at least think about my husband's kind and their future for now.

Especially that the continuation of Tyler's kind relies on me. Because I am his wife, and it is my job to bear him an heir. Heirs, as Tyler whispered to me during our honeymoon night.

Maven let out a brief breathy laugh, one that made the passenger on the other side of the aisle put on his headphones. "Oh, yeah? You still remember what I said? Too bad," he flashed a goofy smirk, showing off at me that his smile is still as charming as ever. But I know already, it's just Maven and his goofy personality becoming one. "I can't be bald. How can I have a girlfriend if that happens? How will my girlfriend grip my hair when we fuc-"

  I covered his mouth and we both burst into a cackle that we tried so hard not to echo in this plane.

After being able to breath properly, I threw him a smile and was about to reply when I felt

a sudden shift of the seat beside me. The atmosphere begins to thicken.

Tyler cleared his throat, arching his eyebrows at me while his hand slid to mine and squeezed it— tighter than a corset.

Now, his only attention was at me, and to the guy beside my seat. Where was his laptop? I blinked and turned my body towards him. His laptop seems to evaporate in the air all by itself. Earlier, he was just typing beside me with a serious face. But now...

I cleared my throat as well. I smiled in a more formal manner now at Maven and introduced Tyler to him. "Maven, this is my husband, Tyler."

Maven froze on his seat; his smile washing away in a quick blink of his eyes. Tyler grabbed my hand and locked it, purposely showing our rings to my old friend. He flashed a look that screams 'Yes, I am his bitch' to the young man beside me. To the old friend beside me.

"Nice to meet you," said Tyler in a soft but dangerously dark voice, like he already wants to end the conversation here without wanting to know Maven's name. Although it was clear that Tyler was not interested, Maven still replied. "Maven, Elaine's old friend." The friend of mine reached out his hand and that made me stifle a chortle.

; Maven is always oblivious to what's happening. He doesn't even notice when the atmosphere changes just like now.

"Ah, friend. Yes, of course. What else would you be to her?" Tyler grins while saying the word 'friend' in a sardonic tone.

"Yeah. And oh, we even promised that we'll marry each other if we still don't have

spouses by twenty-five yet and-"noveldrama

"Maven," I cut him off mid-sentence. I know he is only reminiscing memories between us. But dogs, werewolves, are creatures that can easily feel jealousy.

Sighing, I wipe the cold drops of sweat plummeting from my face with the handkerchief that Tyler brought me back when we went to the New York Times Square. 'Oh Goddesses, not in this place, please,' I humbly prayed. I can feel my seat getting hot. Situated between two men where one is an Alpha and the other one is Alpha-like is so nerve-wracking.

"It was good to see you, Maven. Can you please excuse me and my husband?" I courteously asked. He immediately nodded at me, who did not even break his eye contact with Tyler. My husband, on the other hand, doesn't seem to balk or back down to this igniting, man-to-man fight.

I was right. Tyler did not have the patience to have the economy class and requested to get us a first class flight. No, not first class. A fucking VIP one.

I don't know how he did that. Influence does matter in times like this, I guess. But in just ten minutes after my conversation with Maven, we are now seated here. Here, in this luxurious part of the plane, where colors of red and gold bursting everywhere I look.

I didn't talk to him the whole flight. It was my close friend, and he just ruined the chance to catch up with him. He doesn't seem to care about my feelings because he was back again, typing on his laptop, and answering phone calls from Selena-knows-who.

Greece.

After hours, the exact duration is maybe three or four, I don't know, we finally arrived in

Yes, Greece. The land of the Gods, where history and mythology intersects. I saw the rugged mountains, forest, and lakes on the plane's window before we set foot in the country. The heavy feeling I was carrying subsided because of the beautiful sunshine weather, where I can already taste the air and feel the Greek sun warm my cheeks even before getting out of the plane.

body.

"This is going to be so nice!" I exclaimed to myself, a rush of delight sweeping all over my

Even when we manage to get our bags already, I never manage to see Maven again. I don't know where he will be going but I wish I could just say goodbye to him. At least for one last time.

"We are going to Santorini," Tyler's voice suddenly thundered in my ears, walking beside me while commanding his men, the mortal servants, to get the rest of the luggage.

I raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't asking." Pouting, I crossed my arms on my chest and left

him to where he was standing. I turned my back in a split of seconds.

A storm of emotions erupted inside me. 'That's what you get for not letting me interact

with my friend!' I thought, eventually hugging my own self.

And even if I heard him taking a deep sigh behind, I simply don't care anymore.