Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I wasn't feeling well as soon as the sun rose the next day.

"Are you okay?" Tyler extended a hand to my forehead, gently touching it. "You look tired and... pale." He gave me a meaningful grin when he saw me inside the comfort room, washing my mouth with the running water from the faucet. My arms were on the side of the cold tiles of the sink as we stared at each other's eyes.

"Shut up," I said in an irritated manner. But Tyler...he just crossed his arms and saw how it

corded, leaning on the glass door of the bathroom. Just like me, Tyler was wearing a bathrobe- and it looks like he's waiting for me to finish and wants a long bath.

"Do you want to go to "

"No," I replied without letting him finish his question.

"Please," I raised my arm to cut him off when he was about to say more. "Let's just stay in the room today," I insisted. Tyler shrugged, squinting his eyes at me. Staring at my every move like a hawk and me as his prey.

"If that's what you want..." he stalked towards me, muscles tensing with every step he takes. "Then so be it."

I nodded and dismissed him by waving my right hand when he cocked an eyebrow. "You sure you're okay?"

"I said what I said, Tyler." I'm now beginning to be irritated to be frank. But I keep my anger at bay; I don't care how many times it tries so hard to explode out of me. "Now, if you please, let me have some 'me time' here."

He chuckled when I quoted the phrase 'me time' and hoisted his two hands in the air. "Fine, I surrendered."

He saluted joyfully and closed the door in a slam. But before I can even hear the click of the lock, I duck my head as my stomach churned into knots.

I held on the cold tiles while vomiting on the sink, the sounds so disturbing yet inevitable. After a minute, I washed my hands, drying it after. I blink at my reflection as I wiped my face because there were still remnants of my puke at the side of my mouth.noveldrama

'What the hell is happening to my body?!' I questioned myself as if someone else inside me would answer.

My heart beats crazy, like real crazy. I gaze back at the reflection of my eyes in the round mirror. Anyone could tell that I've been fucked hard by Tyler, and in one look of my now-pale face...one will know that he had been a ruthless husband every time he does me. Well, the last one was a lie. He's been a good husband so far for me but a wild one in bed. As if I am making love to a different person, a more feral one. Even so, I couldn't ask for more.

"Hey," I whipped my head to him. "How are you "

"Please, just shut your mouth." I bump Tyler's shoulder as I went out of the comfort room. Head still spinning and heart still pounding. I didn't know why I said those hurtful words, maybe because the upset-ness of my body has now reached my brain.

I heard him sighed from behind as I crashed my body in the sofa bed. "You don't look okay. I'm worried about you, you and our child—”

"I'm okay!" I shrieked at him so loud that I thought the mirror would crack. Grabbing the remote control to turn on the television, he watched me roll in the sofa bed, staring at me with emotions I could not fathom. Even the sit-com series isn't that funny to me to the point that I almost throw the remote control on the T.V. if not for my husband who immediately snatched the remote control back.

"What's wrong, Elaine?" He crossed his arms; his tone more lethal. Now, he sounds more worried and serious than for the past few minutes.

He knelt in front of me on the sofa, reaching and attempting to squeeze my hand. I creased my forehead and shut my eyes close, massaging my head with my free hand. "I don't know... I think I'm sick."

"That explains it..." he whispered, brows furrowing.

"I'm sorry." My pout is vividly making my face ugly now. "Was I that moody?"

He nodded, pursing his lips like he wanted to say something. But he's being careful, I couldn't blame him though. I sighed and I held tight to his hand. "I'm sorry."

  He stood up and went to his desk to call someone. "What are you doing?"   "I'm calling Dr. Montesclaros." My eyes widened in shock because that's the prominent doctor in Stella's Soul.

"Is he here... in Greece?" God, who am I kidding? Of course not, they couldn't get out without permission from the High Priestess.

"No, he isn't." Tyler replied shortly and calmly, moving his jaw like he's been keeping his patience at bay.

"Dr. Montesclaros," his voice was dangerous, maybe because the doctor didn't pick up immediately. The call is on-speaker so I heard the doctor's stuttering. "My apologies, Alpha. What can I do for you?"

"Pack your things," he uttered with sheer command. "My wife needs you as soon as possible."

"W-What, Sir? If I'm not mistaken, you're in Greece-"

"Didn't you hear me? My wife is sick. The Luna is sick. I need you to get your ass here. Right. Now!" He growled and I knew he was using his commanding Alpha voice. I grabbed his arms and soothe it because he was getting aggressive, more freaking aggressive than me. He's going to crush his phone any minute from now in a single curl of his fingers.

  "Yes, Alpha!" The doctor replied, voice quivering like a dying chicken. Tyler ended the call right away. I gave him a faint smile as I tried to carry a casual conversation. "Are there Hearteaters here in Greece?" I asked. I know it's so random that I almost thought he would not answer me. Yet, he sat beside me and wrapped his body in mine.

I snuggle closer, leaning to his shoulder and breathing in his scent as I hear his rapid breathing. Tyler then slowly opened his mouth.