Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I woke up to the sound of a gunshot.

I slowly cracked my eyes open, a set of seven people were a few paces before us. The view from outside the car is now telling me I'm no longer on the plane. The light of the car tells me they were all men judging by the way they stalked towards us.

To my left, Tyler's face remained calm-deadly calm. One that he often wears before he indulges into a full battle stunt. His face is wholly painted to what most people call as the 'calm before the storm'.

He's the Storm Summoner, there's no doubt he won't live up to his title and moniker. Yet, something tells me his expression is a little bit different to what I mostly see.

He's not angry, according to this angle I am staring at. He just sat there, not even bothering to open the door and greet them with a wall of ice. My husband just remained sitting beside me, waiting for something I don't know.

Wiping the misty surface of the window with my own sweaty left hand, I peered outside; my breath a little chilly, causing the window to be misty again.

"What's that?" I voiced to Tyler.

"Shut up." My husband rushed to cover my mouth. Another gunshot reverberated in the area, and I can hear the tires of the car slowly being out of air.

I began to perspire despite the coldness of early morning. My heart hummed to the beat

of anxiousness and fear. Fear for the life I might lose. Fear for my life I might be clinging to a cliff edge. Fear for the man I might not see again after this moment.

Something's telling me that we will be in this kind of position longer than I expected. My feet already wanted to get free from this stiff seat where I have to pretend that I am some sort of nude model for a painting, forbidden to move at any time until one was ordered to do so.

The moon is unfortunately not out, though I trust my husband's elemental gifts would

aid us this time even if he cannot shift into his gigantic wolf form.

Even before we stopped driving towards Moonburn, my stomach tied into knots that I thought I was going to puke again. But no, it was my instinct that's telling me something is wrong.

Something unexpectedly wrong will happen tonight.

And judging by the current situation we are in-Tyler's hand squeezing my other hand to let me know that he is just beside me no matter what, I was right.

***

We are trapped in some dark, abandoned alley in Washington. I'm not really sure where we are since my vision is beginning to blur due to the quivering my body exhibits and the anxiousness now seeping into every bone of mine.

"How far are we from Moonburn," I asked in a whispery tone to my husband despite his hand hovering before my lips.

"We just have to cross the bridge. The other side is already on the border of Moonburn." I don't know if I should be happy or worried considering that we are just one drive away. One drive to escape these maniacs.

"Wait," I whipped my head to him. "Are we in the middle of the bridge?"

Despite the darkness, I can see Tyler's tight nod, his jaw clenching-calculating his first move and style of attack.

Three loud knocks banged the door of the van. "Don't move."

The Alpha of the Silver Pack snorted, loud enough for the owner of the voice earlier to

crash the window with one swing of his golf club.

  "Are you mocking me, man?" the man spitted on the shattered window. "Tyler-"

"Leave this to me." And before I knew it, the man who smashed the car's window was now gasping for breath, eyes slowly stained with red. His wind magic wrapped around the man's throat tighter and tighter every second.

Even if my husband's hand was still suspended in the air, the choking sound of the man was horrible enough for me to puke at the little bucket beside my seat that his mortal servants prepared.

"The only one allowed to disturb my pregnant wife in her morning sleep is me." Then Tyler punched the man in the throat, sending him away from the car.

The Alpha went outside, slamming the door behind, totally leaving the chair beside me empty. My eyes scanned for the man. I found him on the corner, hands clinging to his punched throat, vomiting lots and lots of blood.

broken.

Then, in one single motion of my Alpha's hand, his neck twisted to the opposite side,

"You bastard!" He dodged the ax, kicking the man who attacked him at the back. Fire waltzed on his fingers. When the man with an ax turned around, his face was greeted by the fire on Tyler's left hand. The ax then quickly turned into solid ice with my husband's right hand's grip.

"Tyler, behind you!" But my husband easily yeeted the attacker from the side, the mighty wind on his command. The sky rumbled, thunder flashing and hitting the tree nearby. I clasped my hand together, praying to the Goddesses and to any deity who can hear me.

A man in a brown coat grabbed me by the throat. I didn't know if he came from behind

me or from the opposite side. "Let's see what you got, Storm Summoner."

Me and Tyler's eyes met, pleading eyes begging his cerulean blue eyes.

'Let me possess you for a bit, Elaine.' Eliane, of all the entities who will answer my call for help...it was a century-old, vengeance-seeking soul. My old soul. 'Let me possess you so you can have my magic.'

Without any choice, I turned to the man and grabbed his balls. My mouth crashed into his dull, bitter lips. And before he knew it, I knocked the gun from his hand and kicked the mighty cock residing between his thighs.

"Tyler!" In a wave of his two hands, I entered the makeshift wind-fire shield he created for me, burning anyone who tries to enter. And also burning me if I try to get out.

My husband only gave me a look that solidifies my theory that he is no longer the fluffy Lord Tyler I once adored, the man that used to give jokes and cranky kisses between our baths.   He is now in his warrior mode; bright fire engulfing his figure yet didn't seem to be harmed by it.

***

"Let's finish this," Tyler muttered with utter sternness.

  The man earlier wiped his mouth. "At least I've got to kiss your whore."

A heartbeat later, all I hear is the battle cry of a Wolf God.

They were now as black as charcoal, devoured entirely by Tyler's flames. Only the smell makes it

a bit vomiting since burned human bodies are very much unpleasant to one's senses.     "Tyler, I-"

"Not now, Elaine." My hand stopped in the middle of the moment I was going to touch him, to feel his sultry brown skin on the tip of my fingers.

Am I becoming ugly? Did I say something to hurt him? Is this my fault that we were ambushed by a bunch of men that I have never seen before but seemed to know about the existence of Tyler's kind and me?

  "I just want to make sure you're okay, babe."

  "I'm a werewolf," his voice is dark and deep. "Fighting has been my forte ever

since."   "I just...don't want to see you hurt," I swallowed.

"Elaine, please!" his voice became louder. "Will you stop acting as if I cannot take good care of my own goddamn self? I'm stronger than you know, than you've seen."

'And I'm much more powerful than you think.' I wanted to tell him those words, badly wanted to tell him that I am Eliane so that he can kill me here and there, in this very vehicle to which he is driving.

  "You know I love you," I said with much more gentleness than he cared to display. I saw him stiffened, as if he didn't know what to say. Or doesn't want to say what he wanted to say more. His lips pursed, his fist clenched and unclenched amidst his focus on the safety of our road towards Stella's Soul.

But Tyler only inhaled deeply. "Sleep. Just let your tiredness drift away."

I turned my head to the window outside, the sun slowly climbing, slowly pushing the dark

skies and coloring the heavens with shades of bright orange and yellow.

I didn't even know how fast he had changed the tires considering it is nearly impossible for us to travel by car minutes earlier. But Tyler is Tyler. He always finds a way, no matter how impossible it may be.

No matter how impossible I thought it may be.

I put my hand against my mouth, stifling the cry I badly wanted to shriek. I glanced at the shattered window that the dead man broke earlier, the sole thing that proves that we have indeed survived another attack this time outside Selena's Wall. I breathed in and exhaled, watching the dawn slowly vanish into morning light.

Even with me trying so hard to keep my emotional release at bay, my tears still clawed its way out; my silent weep wetting my face, untamed sadness slowly lulling me to a sleep even before I could blink.