Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Alpha..."

"Speak what you must have spoken earlier," his father commanded. The sweating glass of sweet ale wrapped around his fingers.

"I now accept the fact that I am no longer your heir since I am wolfless "

"Ever since you were born, I know deep down, you have no wolf." Karin only glared at his son, blue eyes stared at brown eyes. "Not even a sliver of courage flows in your soul. You're a failure, Rowan." His father paused, to let everyone hear what he's going to say next. "You are a failure. And from now on until the end of time, you are no longer my son..."

Then Alpha Karin straightened his back as he rose from his seat, feet leading outside the tavern. “Don't expect that you will last long in Stella's Soul."

Then his father was gone along with his scent and voice. But the words of Rowan's father...it was like a wildfire and he is nothing but a single branch in the blazing forest where not even ashes could be seen. He was entirely devoured by the flames of his father's fury, leaving him nothing not even a dust in the wind.

Eliane stood outside. Her emotionless face was bright in the break of dawn, colors of orange and yellow bathing her mien. She nodded once, and Rowan did not hesitate to follow her footsteps leading outside Selena's Wall.

"I told you," Rowan wiped the sweat on his brow. "My demanding, antagonistic father would never listen to my explanation. Not even a word coming from my mouth.

"Why is he so angry at you?" Eliane hissed, grabbing his hand to will him to a stop. The

chilled morning wind just made his wrath become more vivid.

"My mother died because of me." The High Priestess opened her mouth, but she let him continue despite her oozing curiosity. "She died of childbirth; I am scooped right from her open womb where not even a werewolf's healing power could mend that."

"Why didn't I hear of that?"

"Because you came to Stella's Soul just ten years ago," he answered. "The time when the elders have heard the Goddesses said that they will bestow upon us a High Priestess, a witch with no wolf to guard and guide over us."

"As far as I have known, witches literally have no wolves," she chuckled, bringing her feminine hand to soften her laugh. But Rowan never cackled, not even a smile flashed across his face.

"I just want to uplift your mood," Eliane shrugged. "You know, make you smile even for a little-"

"I accept." She blinked, but Rowan only looked at her with the most serious expression he ever gave to her. "I want to undergo that transformation. I don't care even if I lost my soul to that magic. The important is—"

"You will have your wolf..." she finished, a tone of sadness echoed in his ears. "It's not easy, Rowan. It's not just a common werewolf magic or the lunar magic I lectured when you and your kind are just pups."

But The High Priestess already knows his answer. "I. Do. Not. Care."

"It will take a month to make the magic fully work-—"

"I don't care."

"We need a sacrifice, blood offering and human sacrifice."

"So be it." A hint of finalization was in Rowan's words. Not even a tear of remorse or a flash of doubt bloomed across Karin's son.

"Are you really sure about this?"

Even how many times Eliane will ask that question, even how many attempts she did to dissuade him to not continue with this transformation...she could not extract even a small ounce

of pity from Rowan's heart. Whatever he decides, it will always be his final decision.

Without any other choice and with the shadow magic still clawing its way to Eliane's

heart, she wrapped a hand around Rowan's waist before smiling sweetly.

***

"Then in the Darkness' name, let's do this."

It was an eclipse, a full lunar eclipse.

Eliane was dressed in raven black, the first time he saw her wearing that kind of shade. Usually, the High Priestess of Stella's Soul would wear white and silver-the colors of the moon. "Are you ready?" Her question radiates an emotion of worry, the tenth time she'd ask

him throughout their trek to the darkest part of the Misty Forest.

He stared at her face; her hair was brought to a tight bun. Rowan looked at her as if she was a different person now, not the High Priestess that consoled him and offered a chance to have a wolf just so he can redeem his pride and gain his father's approval.

When he did not answer, she sighed. "Do you really want to do this? Do you think it is all

worth it? There will be no turning back as soon as we have commenced_"

"I know what I want, Eliane." His eyes dart to the night above, where the sky bleeds in red and crimson. The supposed heavenly light is as faint as the hope still clutching to his conscience.

"I think if you were in my shoes, you would also do the same."

"If I were in your shoes, I would rather be a lone wolf," she paused, looking directly at him where she met his gaze. "And forget that I was once an aspiring Alpha in Stella's Soul." "And your father's daughter," he breathed.

Eliane chuckled, darkly and anxiously. They do have different views of the world. For him,

a wolf is everything. For her, being wolfless does not mean one is already useless.

But Rowan...he knew, deep down, what he wanted-what he always wanted. He will gladly sell his soul and let it burn in hell just so he can have that one thing he desired, yearned, wanted, and needed the most: a wolf.

Eliane nodded in his direction and proceeded to reach for the athame. The ritual's blade is jade, almost the color of her eyes shining in the dark with the fire that Eliane started with the little fire magic in her witch blood.

And the fire melted the white cloth that embodies something mysterious above them, hanging from the branch of the tree like a cocoon.

A floating pale girl now floats before him; she's around the age that a female would start

to bleed monthly. She was beautiful, Rowan thought. Not to the level of Eliane's beauty, but the

kind of beauty that one would turn every time she passed by.

; But beauty, like hope, only stays temporarily in his eyes.

Eliane's wind magic slowly let the pale girl's body descend into the earth, as if she was

nothing but a hare to be feasted by a murder of crows.

; Rowan leaned closely, surveying the young girl's features: rosy red lips and cheeks, ginger hair, skin almost the color of pearl.

"She was accused of witchcraft in Salem." Drops of water formed into the air as it snaked from her palm and hovered before the girl's face. "She's a daughter of an adulterous preacher

"And you think she will be a perfect sacrifice," he finished. Color dried out from his face

when he noticed how young this girl would die just to fulfill his desire to have a wolf.

; 'Do you really want to do this? Do you think it is all worth it?' Eliane's question earlier bothered his breathing and thinking.

  Are these really worth the sacrifice?

"Power is everything." Rowan did not even hesitate to brush a thumb on the girl's lips before jerking it away as he turned around, pondering and inhaling. Questioning everything and exhaling.

"These will be all worth it." Just as Rowan muttered, the young girl's eyes slowly cracked open-and it was their faces that immediately made her shriek.

***

A beating heart is now on Eliane's hands, blending with the dark red light of the fading lunar eclipse.

; He glanced at the young girl, who is now a corpse. But what made him blink isn't the fact that the young girl is now dead.

But because of the grin now spreading on Eliane's face. Her expressions yield satisfaction, one that tells Rowan that she enjoyed carving out the young feminine heart as it slowly left the girl's body and lingered on the High Priestess' palm.

'That kind of magic demands a great price, even your soul is not enough...' Rowan recalled her own words hours ago, back when the Eliane she knew have not yet shifted into a murderous witch.

; "Take it." She slowly hoists her head to the moon, "Take it with the Darkness' blessing. Feel it in your hands."

Something coiled within him. Something like pity and a little bit of regret. But they are all

a tendril of emotion to the giant feeling now swarming in Rowan: wicked delight.

The sheer sight of the youth dying has sent his heart leaping with wicked delight, transferring his fury and anger from his own kind into the mortal. Death has shown him delight. Death has shown him what he truly is not the obedient son who follows every single rule of his father but a being who smiles when someone dies.

  He is a viper in the skin of a wolf. Swift on the outside, lethal on the inside.   Rowan opened his palms, receiving the heart as if it was nothing but a lifeless dove

in his hands.

Eliane traced on the air with her two bloodied fingers with symbols that Rowan does not know. She encircled him, like a hawk does to a snake. Careful, and steady.

The High Priestess began to unsheathe her clothes and reveal her naked body enveloped with the shadows' cloak. Eliane reached for the athame, carving it in her own skin.

  And she began to dance, blood dripping from all over her. She danced and waltzed

in a bizarre, untamed way.

She chanted and danced, drawing his skin with symbols using the maiden's blood. Vines of shadows erupted from her chest even with the flames shining in her hands,

swirling around her and around Rowan-

    Then it slammed to the heart.

light.

  Rowan stared at the heart, now black yet still beating. Glowing with faint ebony

  He inhaled through his nose, telling himself that this will all end before he knew it.   But it didn't.

All Rowan feels is that something is watching them, someone is watching them as the ravens, crows, wolves, and snakes surround them as if waiting for something.

Then all the animals fell to the cold ground, the swirling shadows taking the light of them. It is only the time he notices that Eliane is nowhere to be found, only a thick cloak of darkness wrapping and suffocating the light out of him.

;

Rowan looked at the heart again, black and darkly glowing.

"Eat it." Eliane's voice commanded. Yet, she's nowhere to be found. Then he heard wailing

and growling; anxiety roaring in his veins.

It sounds like it was the High Priestess' voice, at the same time it was not.

Rowan blinked, "Eat the heart." The voice of Eliane commanded, now materialized before

him as a crone, a young lady to the side, and a pregnant mother on his right.   "Eat it, Rowan." Eliane's green eyes turned black. "Eat it, and be my creation." So Rowan did.

***

"Your son managed to shift in front of everyone in the tavern, Alpha..."

  Alpha Karin's morning coffee was halted mid-air. "What did you say?"   But before Beta Geoffrey could answer, his towering muscular son appeared on the

door, kicking it with one quick motion

  "Your son is here, father." Rowan started, "And he now has a goddamn wolf you've said you know that he will never have."

  The Alpha's library echoed with laughter, both from his father and the Beta who Karin named as the next Alpha of the pack.

  Rowan didn't so much as shift or blink, but his throat bobbed.

"And how did you manage to have that?" Karin smirked. "Did you sell your soul to the devil and he granted you it with black magic from almost the month you've been gone?" His father shook his head, mouth twitching to the side. "I thought you're already dead. I have already prepared the pyre for you, alas you aren't yet—"

"Yes," he answered with a fierce tone. His father's grin immediately vanished. "What?"

  "I sold my soul and everything I have to the Deities of the Dark just to have a wolf

"Get out." Alpha Karin stood, grabbing his shirt that almost lifted Rowan from the floor. "I never want to see you again," the Alpha whispered.

Rowan sneered at his father, tears quietly cascading from his youthful face. "I know you would say that, Alpha."

***

"I seek shelter," he swallowed. "In your presence, if I may."

Somehow, Rowan, as the first wolfless son of the Alpha to have a wolf through dark ways, seems to no longer feel the tears in his eyes and the thorns around his heart. All he can feel is nothing and everything he was once then. Now...now that he is just as he wished and prayed to

be-

'Nothing can stop me now,' Rowan thought. "I don't need validation and acceptance." His fingers curled into a fist, face yielding a mirthless expression. Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. "Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead." Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long- lost brother with unwavering open arms. "Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming..."noveldrama