Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I want to go home now. My world is spinning; stars fracturing, wind cleaving as if it was threatening to cut me in half.

I slowly cracked my eyelids open, slowly inhaling his scent. I stared at his red-rimmed cerulean eyes, the eyes that can vaguely hide sorrows and immensely pour out unspoken sadness.

"I want to go home." I murmured with these eyes closing again, never minding if my voice is enough to be heard by someone or even by the ghost of Eliane herself.

I know how important our honeymoon is and how productive our days here in Greece has been. Yet, being apart from the first place that I called home is a torture enough to let me yield to Eliane's unfathomable essence.

"I am your home." It was all he declared; it was a love confession. Affectionate words that let me remember that I am never alone that I will be forever bound to him, eternally.

I heaved a breath. "I mean in Stella's Soul."

He blinked by my mere uttering of those words. "I know you would say that eventually." "Eventually?" I asked because his face paints a set of disappointed grimaces.

"I am not done here yet..." he glanced at my womb, his eyes slowly traveling up until it halted at my face where the forest-green windows of my soul remained shining. "...but I cannot say no with your condition."

Tyler turned to his heel, the air condition did not hide the subtle fact that he was perspiring gravely. "I shall pack our clothes."

"I will help—"

"No." It was more of a command than a mere muttering of a two-letter word and the shaking of his head.

love.

"No," he continued. "Stay in bed. That is where you are best safe."

Best safe? Am I that pathetic?

"Rest, Elaine." His tone is now softer, fluffier. More like him, the Tyler I met and came to

I sometimes wonder if me being married to him has let his fluffiness appear and disappear. Or maybe it was because of the recent unpleasant happenings back at Stella's Soul for the past months...

Returning my attention to him, I yield another smile. A sweet, feminine smile. A wife's grateful smile towards her husband.

***

And I nodded my head as I forced my eyes to drift back into sleep once again.

Another reason that I found out that Tyler immediately agrees that we return home was that he wants me to be checked up as soon as possible.

He told me that as soon as I woke up, slowly processing that I am now on a wheelchair despite just being unwell due to pregnancy. I glanced at my watch and it was already one o'clock in the morning. The last time I checked it was still eight in the evening.

Roaming my eyes from the face of my beloved to the two companions that are surely his seasonal mortal servants, I realized that, in any situation, Tyler is always ready. Everything's ready including our luggage, my flight clothes that I am wearing today and among other stuff.

I wonder if I tell him that Eliane's soul lives inside me that I am Eliane herself...would he be ready to accept that fact? That truth?

'Tell him as long as things are not yet slipping out of hand.' Eliane's voice is no longer ghastly and hair-raising, it is now more gentle. More like me.

As if it belongs to a living person and not a two-century old vengeful spirit.

"Sir, the pilot did not manage to get through the tropical cyclone as well..."

Tyler's eyes narrowed. "So are you saying my plane has not yet arrived at the exact minute that I needed it?!"

The servant's knees quiver. I can see it with my bare eyesight. "Ye-Yes, sir."

Tyler sucked a breath and was about to punch the poor thing when I saw that dark male beauty, that one I saw back at Diana's Edge.

"Alpha Tyler," the Greek Alpha saluted.

"Kairo..." My husband did not even use the sacred title of Alpha in addressing the Greek wolf.. Alpha Kairo waved a hand to a not-so-large plane situated behind us. "That one is mine. You can freely use it for your safe travel back to Stella's Soul."

His throat bobbed, as if calculating whether he will accept the offer of this foreign Alpha or not.

"I suppose you have no other choice but to accept, Tyler..." the Greek Alpha's eyes darted

towards me, "considering your precious wife's unwellness for the day."

I can sense something on fire is between them, a tension extending as long as the London Bridge.

"Take that as a gift, a substitute offer to the one I declined." Kairo's accent is rich and thick, one that can let any woman kneel and any man bow.

"Then I shall accept it." My husband stretched out his right hand to which the Greek Alphanoveldrama

accepted with his left, "You are welcome, lad."

Kairo speaks like an older brother to him, older than Jason. But Tyler speaks to him as if he's far superior. More powerful than the Greek masculine beauty I admired.

I wonder if Kairo and Tyler are to spar, which of them will win?

'Winning is losing everything...' Eliane whispered. 'Choose wisely, Elaine. Or your destiny will end up like mine.'

It has been days-weeks-since I have heard Eliane's last phrase.

'I am you. You are me. You cannot escape your fate our fate... You must choose. Choose wisely,

or your destiny will bleed like mine.'

Up until now, I wonder if Eliane's words are literal or have a deeper meaning than what the original words tried to convey? What choice shall I choose wisely? And what, exactly, is the kind of fate she's talking about?

Shall I die with my head tumbling on the ground? Will I be killed by a Hearteater or by a

'I only wanted to be loved, to be accepted for what I am...' That dream is returning to my senses again.

That dream where I first saw Eliane talking to me.

'I only wanted to be worshipped like how I worship the Goddesses. I only wanted...' I can still remember how I cried as I cupped her face, her weeping face.

'Love. Affection. I never intended to kill. But people, they...they see me as a murderous entity who shall do anything in order to have power.'

That moment when she arched her head up to where I was listening in serene manner made me hold tightly to the wheelchair.

'You cannot escape your fate our fate...' Images of wolves as big as horses galloped from the shadow of the forest, then to the side. Wolves of black and white and brown appeared from all over the field, running towards her. Towards us.

It was only me and her in this daydream. Her forest-green eyes smiled at mine, gazed into mine. Strong but sorrowful. Those emotions reverberate in her stare.

'You must choose. Choose wisely, or your destiny will bleed like mine.' I can still feel the coldness

of the rain as it bathed every inch of my skin, leaving none of my body dry.

'Choose, Elaine. Choose wisely. Don't let your heart fool you.'

A raging voice shattered my ears from one of the wolves who shifted into a man.

'WHO ARE YOU, ELIANE?!' I can still feel my shriek on my throat at that time, desperate for an

answer.

Her voice was deep as she answered me. 'I am you. You are me.' When red blood sprayed in my face, shutting my eyes in shock, I now knew the answer to my own question then. I stared at where her head now lies on the ground, covered in filth and mud.

The rain became stronger and I came face to face with the man holding the bloody sword, his cerulean eyes sending shivers down my gut.

I locked eyes with the man. Green eyes meeting blue eyes.

'Who are you?' The man's voice is familiar now that I realize it, the voice that made me smile and shiver, grin and grumpy.

'I am her.' That was my answer to the man who looks like Tyler.

Someone clicked their finger and I woke up from that daze. It was Alpha Kairo.

"Someone tried to poison her," the Greek Alpha suddenly said as we were about to turn and

walk towards his plane. I blinked, not sure where to focus: on the daydream seconds ago or to the revelation Kairo uttered.

"It's not just some pregnancy sickness," Alpha Kairo revealed in front of my face, in front of me and Tyler. "Someone tried to kill your wife."