Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Meah's approaching." His breath is as warm as the sauna in my ears.

"I'm surprised you know the name of every staff member here, huh." He then kissed my forehead. "I was born here, Elaine. I even know the names of their children and their children's children."

When Tyler mentioned the word children, I remembered I do not see them often ever since I arrived. "Why don't I see them often?"

"Do you remember the Luna's Lake?"

"Yes."

"The children's lair is behind that, cloaked with magic. Don't worry; they will go outside as part of our entourage."

"Wait. Did the children see us that night?"

The smoke suddenly thickens near the door. Tyler faced me and wiggled his cock in a goodbye motion of the hand. Light flashed and I heard a thud on the ground outside. I was about to lean outside the window when the wooden door burst open.

"What the " Meah blurted upon seeing the thick smoke. "Why the hell is the smoke so thick here?"

I shrugged innocently. "I do not know."

Avoiding her gaze, I sat on the same comer as I pretended to massage my neck with my sweating hands.

"I'm here to say that twenty minutes left before your session ends."

I nod without looking at her direction.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine! Totally, absolutely fine."

Her brows met but I immediately pulled my stare away.

"Okay. I will just prepare your towel as soon as you are done." I gave her a wry grin as she slowly closed the door, eyes to where I am sitting.

When the door was finally shut and the thick smoke vanished, I sighed with relief. Touching my core to where my fiancé's dick was inside earlier, I secretly smile.

"Oh, Tyler..." I couldn't hide the beam in my face as I reminisced about our quickie minutes ago.

***

I can really say that the people are busy preparing for the wedding-my wedding-despite all the recent attacks that occurred last night and the unbelievable confession from someone close to me that even shattered my trust in people I consider friends.

But I must cheer up. This is my wedding, not a funeral.

I look at the preparation outside: the posters, white and blue flowers, the red carpet that looks like a river of blood towards the Trinity Goddess' temple. Imagine having a grandiose wedding like this where you didn't spend a penny and your betrothed is one hell of a muscular, fucking rich Sex God. Where your role as his future wife includes to make use of your womb and let his awesomeness prevail through your bosom.

Everything felt like a fantasy. But this is real, freaking real. "Oh, Goddesses..." I gave thanks as I dried my hair. Meah is walking before me. I don't know what the next part of this beauty preparation is but one thing's for sure: I could only wish that I had been here earlier than eighteen years old.

Meah opened the door of a mysterious looking room. The scent of lavender and the sight of candles made me gape as soon as it became ajar. "I'm going to have a full body massage?" "Enjoy!"

My throat bobbed in reaction. Then she slammed the door again, almost knocking the tall row of candles tacked in the wall.

    "Hello."

ears.

  I turned around to see a woman with silver hair draping on the either side of her

; "I shall be in your service this noon."

    Is it noon already?

"Sure!" I replied.

; "What would you like to have first? A Swedish massage or a Hot Stone one?"   I do not know one hell of an idea what those are. "What do you suggest?"

Her wrinkled face brightened with a smile. "I suggest you go for Hot Stone first. Since you're from the sauna, Hot Stone massage will relax you and increase blood flow which will be important since you will soon be pregnant."

  I only remained silent and took off my clothes in the changing area.

Well, I almost flinched when seven stones were placed on my back as soon as I lay in my stomach. I felt like a trout being roasted with a bunch of volcanic rocks inside. It's rejuvenating and calming, especially for the first time. But my anxiety that the stones will leave my back ready for the crows to eat due to it being a cooked meat in my imagination is inevitable.

I'm always anxious about things I have not yet tried before. I don't know why. Maybe that's also the reason why I'm quite afraid of being pregnant and carrying a child inside me for nine months. I mean, how sure I am I can endure until the ninth month without miscarriage or losing Tyler's baby. How sure I am that I am healthy enough to—

"Relax, Miss. You will have the Swedish massage next."

I don't know what it is but I hope it will lighten my mind's burden. I peeked at my side and I saw it, a crescent-shaped necklace around her neck-the same necklace Tyler constantly wears that Jason told me my Alpha used to call it moon-moon.

"Wait, you're a werewolf?"

The old woman pursed her lips as she tried to hide her amusement. "It took you so long

to recognize me, dearest."

Oh. Fuck. It's Grandmama Jane. How could I not recognize her voice?

"The tawny light is enough for you to cloak your face and hard enough for me to notice that it's you."

Then the thought of the woman massaging me is actually a Brown Wolf, a wolf whose gift includes reading memories through touch struck me like stars colliding with one another.   I have been thinking of me and Tyler's steamy encounter at the sauna earlier. Did she also read it?

I just swallowed my embarrassment. I shove my shamefulness deep down in that pit of nothingness inside me.

Jane kept on massaging me, enough to lull me into sleep.

"I'm sleepy..." I mumbled to the air as soon as I let the yawn escape from my mouth.

I woke up to feel something digging in my ears.

; I opened my eyes and Meah is standing beside a woman I cannot discern, holding an ear

bud with a very long stem.

"It's ear-wax cleaning, darling."

Again, this is my first time being in this kind of cleaning.

"Is this necessary?" I asked softly, my voice still snoozy.

  "Yes. This is a part of beauty preparations for the mortal bride of Alpha Tyler Jane Moonstorm. You just have to relax."

So I did. And Meah has repeated those words several times throughout the day. When I sat down at the dental clinic led by an in-house dentist and assisted by her. When I sat down in the same room where I saw Melissa earlier and they washed and trimmed my hair. They even suggested that I should straighten my wavy onyx hair but I insisted that I don't want to because that is a reminder to myself that even though I already buried my past from the dysfunctional Rutherford family, I am still Elaine Winona. I am still the seventeen-year old girl who Jordan/Tyler had a one night-stand with, the same Elaine Winona who the Offering Team have taken from Melissa's former house and forced to wear a white dress and been laid at the stone table as my forest-green eyes twinkle by the light of the leap-year moon, my onyx hair swaying by the dancing of the wind.

Meah never left my side when a Black and White wolf gave me a foot spa in their wolf form. How they manage to do that remains a mystery even to me.

  "I suggest your manicure to be cobalt blue and your pedicure to be French- tipped."

  "Yeah, anything you say."

I let the in-house servant take care of my last stage of this beauty bridal preparation: the manicure and pedicure as well as the full make-up and hairdo made by those in-charge.

I just sat in the same chair where they did my hair treatment. Someone uses their creativity on my hair while another one uses her talent on my face. Two different people are working at my manicure and pedicure and I try to take hold of myself not to have an anxiety attack.

Four people and me in this room. In this air-conditioned room where I can only see Meah tending to a white lace dress. Melissa and Nicole are not yet in my radar.

'Breathe, Elaine. Breathe.' That has been my mantra since the foot spa featuring black

and white wolves happened.

'Breathe.' I repeated to myself one last time as the make-up artist told me to close my

eyes as she did my eyelashes.noveldrama

    'Breathe...'

***

"Tan...tan...tanan..."

My cheeks become even redder as Nicole suddenly appeared like a genie summoned.   Wearing a neon orange and aqua blue knee-length blazer, he made me laugh with tears as I couldn't believe myself in the mirror.

"Finally, you're here! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"The bride is more beautiful than I expected!" He muttered as he cupped my face, facing

me to the mirror that occupied the whole width of the wall.

"You remind me of the time me and Jason had our wedding four years ago." I hugged Melissa, her strawberry scent always filled my senses with utter serene.

"Are you ready to try on your wedding dress?"

  "You don't have to ask me if the answer is already all over my face!" I exclaimed. And before I could protest, Nicole covered my eyes with his hands as he led me outside

this room.

; "Do not open your eyes yet, sweetie!" I hear the creaking of the door and Melissa's

chuckles.

    "Open your eyes!"

"Wow!" I remained gaping for five seconds.

; As soon as Nicole removed his hands, the lavish, glorious, white, and queenly wedding

dress sparkled before me.