Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Will you, Elaine Winona Rutherford, take me as your husband, friend, mate, master, and slave until our hearts ceased to beat together?"

I did not know what to say. I freaking don't. I just stared at the heart-shaped sapphire stone that ornaments the gilded engagement ring. It is already making me drool, especially when a ray of sunlight casts its way into our direction, the ring glinting like diamonds in the sky. All I notice is that a pool of tears starts to escape from my mouth, along with my gaping and stuttering.

"Just say yes," he whispered, ivory teeth flashing. I didn't need to look at our companions' expressions when Tyler said that.

"Yes." There, I said it. "I will be your wife, friend, mate, master, and slave as well. Until our hearts ceased to beat together." Finally I said it, as if this was an actual marriage proposal. As if I wasn't abducted from my home and laid me on a stone table for an Alpha to carry me in his shoulders while wearing an itchy white dress. As if I wasn't referred to as Mrs. Tyler Jane Moonstorm by mortal servants and even employees of this hotel.

He slid the lavish Swarovski engagement ring in my finger, brushing his lips against mine while doing so.

As if Tyler and me haven't engaged in a sexual activity yet. Well, if one meant sexual intercourse, yes. We haven't yet allowed the D to enter the P. But other forms of sexual pleasure...we certainly already have. In my room, in that steamy stone bath. In my mind and in my dreams.

Even here, now. Tyler looked at me as if he's already stripping me naked, banging and fucking me amidst the wetness of the flower garden.

A flash of a digital camera from the butler suddenly made me smile wider, sweeter. Our companions clapped their hands as if they were just normal wealthy people. As if the skin they are wearing today is their natural skin. As if they are not the kind of people who hide their wolfish features behind every smile and twinkling of their eyes.

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes.

Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket-except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria's Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs.

And me...I am wearing a coral Sunday dress the only dress whose color is different from the other two females in the table. Not to mention the V-cut along the neckline that makes me look like a walking whore.

"Can we dig into the breakfast now?" I purred as I grabbed Tyler's hands and hoisted him from the floor, leading him to the chair beside me.

They all started to pick up their utensils and began eating. I first reached the Café Americano, savoring its strong scent and warmth. Tyler put a teaspoon of butter on a slice of toasted bread and gave it to me. I smiled back and peeled a soft-boiled egg for him in return, sprinkling the bowl of soft egg with salt and pepper.

"You two already looked like a married couple." It was the first time I heard Karlo speak. The Alpha of the Black Wolves seems pale and firm-looking. But I guess I should never judge a wolf just by the color of their fur.

I can really say that the three men here are hunky billionaires, despite their simple outfits. And Karlo's voice...it's fit for a radio DJ or even a lead singer of a band. It's much tamer than Jason and Tyler, whose two voices may fit for a shark mafia boss. And Karlo's more friendly and has much lighter features.

Tyler popped a grape in my mouth as I turned to him, making me blush. Melissa giggled and I was left quite embarrassed in my chair, forcing my mouth to chew the fruit.

I am not entirely a fan of public displays of affection. But if this is how Tyler shows to his brother and fellow Alpha on how he takes care of his woman, then I will proudly eat here in my chair-chest out and chin up.noveldrama

But seriously I am not comfortable eating with more than one man at the table. Tyler is enough to make me squeak inside. And with Jason and Karlo... if only I wasn't eating the buttered toasted bread and bacon, my feet have long taken control over my body and ran away as far as it can.

But there is something about running away that brings chills to my spine. It brings back memories from a week ago. On that beach my former family and I went swimming. Stumbling upon that horrendous scene gave me consecutive nightmares, not to mention the scent that still haunts me up until this day. So maybe one should never immediately run away. 'Maybe I could walk out?' I mused to myself.

"You seem pale, Winona." It was the former supermodel, Gialyca Farmiga. Her voice is dark, like the actress Cate Blanchett. Except Gia, as to what Tyler and Karlo call her, is not blonde. "This is my first time with you guys..."

  "You mean first time eating with the friends of your abductors?" Melissa elbowed

her husband and Jason wiped his mouth.

; "I'm joking." All of them chortled, except Tyler and me.

  "It's not funny, brother." The grin disappeared at the Amber Alpha.

"Seriously, Elaine. What's bothering you?" Jason darted his eyes towards me, piercing me

with his intimidating gaze that made me melt like butter in an oven.

I smiled wryly, one that cannot be even called a smile. "I'm just...I'm not used to eating with more than one person at the table. I grew up eating alone because my adoptive family would never allow me to eat with them."

The Gazebo echoed in quietude. And Melissa reached out for my right hand which holds

a granola bar.

  "We are a family here. In Stella's Soul," said Jason.

    "Don't werewolves eat humans?"

  The three men cackled. "I mean..." Tyler glanced at me; his blue eyes are enough

to give me a warm hug. "Wolves eat human flesh."

"We don't." That was a firm response from Karlo, the Shadow Alpha. "Werewolves are shapeshifters. Man-shifting wolves or wolf-shifting man, either way you call us, we have more than one skin that we wear. More than one face we uphold. But it doesn't mean we are monsters. If we are, we have long devoured Moonburn upon our arrival here." The way Jason spoke can clearly be seen that he's the eldest Alpha.

And I almost forgot that he reads minds. 'Oh, shit.' "Oh, shit!"

    "What?" Tyler patted my back.

"I almost forgot that each of you have special powers."

  Tyler, Jason, and Karlo laughed once again, leaving us ladies to laugh with them. Maybe werewolves are more than the myths I read and stories I have heard. Maybe they have no choice but to act upon their nature. Maybe their birth as a werewolf is a gift they must accept and a curse they must endure. Maybe being a wolf shifter isn't always being a hunter and a predator.

Like a snake that also fears an eagle, werewolves can also be the prey of something. Something far more sinister. Something unimaginable. Something that breaks them and shatters them despite their strength and might.

Something unearthly, that perhaps, I have already unknowingly met.