Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

It is my first time waking up in Stella's Soul-inside the Honeymoon House without the scent of rain and forest and mist welcoming my senses.

Tyler taking off his shirt and going inside the bath was the last thing I remembered before I cuddled with my pillows, eventually occupying the whole bed with my snore.

I should apologize to Tyler. But what am I going to apologize for? I don't even know what I did wrong. I don't even know what triggered Tyler to act coldly towards me.

"You're awake." There, by the threshold of our room, Tyler leans by the door. Shirtless and unzipped pants beckoning me to reach for his dick.

My breath thickens with every step he takes, closer and closer to where I am sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you feeling nauseous?" I shook my head.

"Aren't you going to vomit? Shriek because you have a migraine? Go back to sleep

because of your pregnancy sickness?"

I keep shaking my head with every question he drops at my feet. Is he angry because I've been sickly for the first few weeks of me carrying his heir?

'Seriously, Tyler?' I thought, biting my lip as I tore away my gaze from his eyes.

"The attackers at dawn...they are not Hearteaters." He lifted my chin, the warmth of his

touch rekindling the life inside me.

I swallowed. "What are they, then?"

"They are mortal servants of Hearteaters." Tyler sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "They have mortal servants too?"

"They're technically werewolves too."

"That's why they have mortal servants too?" My eyes darted to the floor, still not believing that they have minions to haunt and hunt us.

A few minutes of silence gave way to make me inhale and exhale, repeating it for a couple of seconds.

"So," he started. "Are we done?"

Confused by what he meant, I stood up-only to be laid back at the edge of the bed by one push of his hand. The bed wobbled as I tumbled on its soft surface, gasping for breath once again.

Then Tyler's lips crashed into mine, hungry and ravishing. He waved his hand and the door slammed shut, fully trapping me in his arms.

"Tyler, I'm pregnant." He paused, searching for my gaze.

"That's a plus reason why we should fucked while your belly isn't big. Yet."

I tried to open my mouth but his tongue found my breasts, and my cry of protest turned to

a moan of pleasure. I just laid down here and let Tyler in control of everything he does on top of me. The worries, the problems, the doubts, the revelations were all washed away as soon as Tyler was at my entrance.

"I missed this," I breathed, clutching the bed sheet as tight as I could.

His smile was the brightest; the iconic fluffy, doggy smile he gives me every time we make love. "I missed you, too."

Tyler Jane Moonstorm began to move inside me and I couldn't help it but enjoy and fill the room with my moans and sounds of pleasure. The morning crisp air is the only witness to our dance atop this honeymoon bed.Our movements are rhythmic and in melody, carefully executing this glorious primeval dance in such a way we both desired and enjoyed. A dance only danced by couples, guided by the music we produced on our own as Tyler dug deeper in my core, my fingers gently wounding his olive skin.

Here, we can express our love for each other wildly. No one can hear us, no one can scold us for being loud while making love under the bright light of day. No one can stop us no matter

in what way we would like to express our feelings. We are two uncaged wolves, one male and one female feasting with each other's body.

"Harder, love," I begged, and he obeyed. Like a faithful servant, he obeyed his master's call, his master's plea. I am candidly just spreading my legs wide before him, lying in the bed like I was just chilling out.

"This is just a morning exercise for me," he boasted, saying between my lips as I held tightly onto his hair.

He moved and thrusted swiftly and carefully, filling me with his hugeness that I always look forward to when making love.

"Just like that, babe," I murmured.

"You're now calling me babe, woman?" I chortled but immediately moaned again-the music that is repetitively urging my husband to move faster, rock quicker, and thrust deeper.

"Is it just okay for the baby?" I jerked my head to him, my legs were around his waist. It was now my turn to dance like a cowgirl. And by the look of his face, he was utterly enjoying it. Enjoying this morning's lovemaking session of ours.

"How many times did you ask me that?" he whispered, pausing and panting mid-thrust. "It's okay. This is just an ordinary thing to do by couples, isn't it?" Our uneven breath has turned the air into a steamy feast. I lifted my body a bit for him.

But Tyler pulled me upward, and I am now facing him beneath me. He held tight to my

waist, my belly meeting his wet, rock-hard cock.

"I love you, Alpha." There. Those are the words that he had been longing to hear, always wanted to hear. It made his snake more ferocious and stronger now.

"You sound like a submissive slave," he muttered. I slid down, aligning his flesh carefully into my abyss, "And I loved you too."

Then Tyler gripped my hair tightly, as if all his pleasure relied on how tight his grip is. I turn away from him, my back facing him. His other hand was caressing the bosom where his heir will soon linger.

"Look into the mirror," he sat from the bed and hoisted my face to the mirror since the bathroom's door is open. "I love our chosen position..." His warm breath tickles my ear, "...and this union."

I turned my head to him and met those wet lips as I slowly moved. Slower and slower, prioritizing our kiss rather than our bodies' needs."This is what our souls want, what our souls desire."

He chuckled, and I suppose that's his way of telling me that I am right. Perhaps this is one

of Eliane's magic, forcing me to relish me and Tyler's moments together while it lasts.

    'Kill him.'

    I exhaled.

    'Kill him, Elaine.'

    I inhaled.

'Kill him for me,' Eliane ordered. I froze, my hands suddenly turning cold as if I bathed in an

icy river.

"Are you okay, snow flower?"

  Snow flower? He's addressing me with that Shakespearean moniker now?     'Kill him, Elaine.'

'Stop it, bitch!' I fought back. I slowly rose from his body and ran towards the bathroom,

locking the door.

    "Elaine!"

    "I'm okay, Tyler."

'No, you're not.' There, in front of me, is the image of myself. In the mirror, she took form her original face the face with emerald eyes and raven hair, the face that I have seen a million times throughout my life.

  I blinked, willing those swirling emotions inside me to remain at bay.

As soon as I opened my eyes, my mouth was left open, enough to let the chill from what I saw enter my body.

He was inside her, inside Eliane. And she was inside him, too. Eliane was clutching at Tyler's hair as he fucked her, her eyes piercing towards me, grinning wickedly.

Eliane's moans reverberated, prompting me to cover my ears. "Stop!" I yelled, tears drenching my face. "Stop it, you bitch!"

"Elaine!!!" Tyler's banging the door so loud that it almost surpassed Eliane's hair-raising dark laughter.

I don't know which side I will take now. If I will side with Tyler, then I have to end my life as soon as possible so that I may not end their kind. If I were to side with Eliane, then I have to surrender to her, possibly slay my own love and lead those Hearteaters towards the extinction of the werewolves.

I leaned at the door, my body on the cold floor. Eliane's image on the mirror has not vanished yet. Tyler has not stopped pounding and forcing the door to open either.

'What should I do, Rowena?' If only Rowena was here, if only someone would help me to make a decision and enlighten my shadowy path...

  But all I have is me, myself and I.

  All I have is to stand and choose.

So I stood, grabbing the crystal swan decoration under the mirror. I ignored the heaviness, ignored the expensiveness, ignored the beauty that shall be left empty to where it was once placed.

  'Choose, Elaine. Choose wisely, or your destiny will end up bleeding like mine.'

; As I opened the door, I wiped my tears and inhaled deeply.

  And struck it to the one I did not choose.

***  

I looked at my bloodied hands, stared at Tyler's face and exhaled.

What have I done? Is the one I choose worthy of my decision?

"Elaine..." Tyler cupped my face, his cerulean eyes immensely worried.

;   "Tyler?" I breathed.

  "What the hell did you do?" I look straight at his eyes. "Why did you smash my

mirror?"

; I glanced at the shattered mirror, its pieces scattered on the floor, on the sink, everywhere.

  "I..." I swallowed my courage to reason. "...because I've chosen you, Tyler."

He chuckled, my Lord Tyler has finally returned to his fluffiness. "You have always chosen

me, just as I have always chosen you."

; I forced a smile, though only a grin showed up. "I know."

  "Is something bothering you?"

I shook my head while moving away from his sensual touch. "Someone is bothering me,

someone who died a long time ago and has been forcing me to make a difficult choice."

I did not look into his eyes. I only saw his throat bobbed. And by that, I wonder if he has figured out whom I'm referring to.

  "We will fix this together, just as we've always been."

    "Right. Together."

"Together." Then Tyler hugged me, tightly and lovingly.

Together, our souls converged like how our love was meant to be. Meant to end.

  Together, we'll fight her-fight my old soul, Eliane.

Even if we will just be together for the span of ten minutes or ten years, I will cherish every

moment, every dance, every kiss and every hug.

"Together," I whispered to the wind, to the sun, and to the universe, hoping this is enough

to show them how strong our love is.