Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"I just wanted to test my soon-to-be bride if she fits my taste," I murmured between her lips. To be honest, I never knew I was a very good liar.

"And what if I'm not?" She scooped my face, parting it away from her red shining, cherry lips. Why is this woman playing hard to get?

'Dearest Goddess Selena, please make my fucking woman crazy for me...' I prayed. Well, it's more of a demand than a prayer.

"You will be. I will not save you from your family if you don't fit my taste," I smirked because my face loves to do it.

She nodded. "My family. They are..."

"They died a week ago." I hate to tell her that but the truth always hurts. It even hurts me when Jason 'truthfully' told me that I must wear a deodorant if I want to keep women clinging to me. Of course, I'm angry at my brother. He has a goddamn two decades to tell me that I smell and he just recently told me that unpleasant truth about me minutes before I went to 'fetch' Elaine on the stone table.

"What did you say?" She looks sleepy. But her eyes tell me that she's about to erupt like a volcano.

"The people that are with you..." I still told her the truth despite that Remus told me not to. "They are not people. They are Heart-eaters. They can assume any appearance they like as long as they feed on mortal's hearts and werewolves. Most especially werewolves' hearts." "What?! How? Why?!" I could see her utter shock. She was frightened. I watch her both feet and it seems she wants to sprint back outside Selena's Wall.

'Don't let her...' my wolf, Remus, commanded.

'Of course, I won't!' I replied to him, and Remus just chortled in a dark way. 'I know you wouldn't. Just don't take your eyes off of her or you'll surely be like those goddamn wretched creatures!'

Remus is not that frightened with Heart-eaters. In fact, he hated them. Back when I didn't have a wolf, I feared them so much that I carried a moon necklace, made from iron and soaked under the light of the full moon for a month straight, around my neck. Heart-eaters hate iron, much as werewolves despise pure silver. Thank God you can just rarely find pure silver nowadays. The necklace is still around my neck, the crescent-moon shaped necklace. And I would never let go of it-much as I would never let Elaine Rutherford vanish in my sight.

"Surely it's not a coincidence that I was brought here?" Elaine asked with wholly braveness despite that I just recently revealed her family's untimely demise.

"I'll explain it to you tomorrow. For now, change your clothes and rest.” I placed a kiss on her lovely (but wide) forehead.

"Rest, Elaine," I added. "I brought you here for sanctuary and for being my bride as well. Surely you have met me once, honey."

"Jordan?" Dear Goddess, she freaking remembered me. I am on cloud nine!

I smiled as wide as I could. "Yes, Elaine. I am the man that you met at that night bar in Maine." "So you're the man that I have a drink with and-"

She stopped, which made me plaster one hell of a devilish grin. "I am the man whom you have a one-night in bed with."

"You had a different face at that time."

"It's a glamour," I answered. "Werewolves can assume any appearance during a full moon only."

"And this body you have now..." She waved a hand on my entire, Adonis-like body "...is not a glamour?"

"No," Dear Goddess, why does this woman always make me laugh? "This is my real body," I added. "You will be the judge of that if you will become my wife soon." I then gave her a masculine wink.

"And that flame back in the wall?" Elaine arched her brows.

"An exclusive gift for White Wolves only," I replied. "White Wolves are Elementals. Brown Wolves

can read, alter, and add memories. Black Wolves can control darkness and light. Those are the gifts from Selena, our Moon Goddess."

"And did this moon deity also choose me as your bride?"

I shook my head. "No. Fate is a matter that we, werewolves, can only make. She has gifted us

with this ability, with this privilege. But our life, our fate, depends on us based on our decisions alone. Not her."

"Well said then," she whispered. "Your goddess is not a tyrannical one."

I laughed, probably for the hundredth time already. "She is now your goddess. As soon as we are bound together under her light next month, you will understand the life of a werewolf further and what it means marrying one."

I kissed her hand as I stopped by her bedroom's door. "For now, enjoy yourself as Elaine Winona Rutherford before you become Mrs. Elaine Winona Moonstorm."

Her brows rose. I'm not the only one who's curious about the origin of my family name. "Is that your family name?"

"Unbelievable isn't it?" I crooned.

I brushed a kiss on her lips and, in a wave of my hand, the bedroom's door opened.

She was gaping as soon as the bedroom door swayed, making Elaine's eyes feast on the magnificent view of the bedroom.

***

Gold drenched the whole room, as much as I predicted. It seems that humans also loved them aside from us.

Every inch of this room glints where her eyes met them. It seems it's her first time seeing this lavish, this grandiose kind of room. For us werewolves, it's just a normal everyday thing to see in Stella's Soul, especially Aurora's Fountain is bombarded with gold.

"So..." I turned to her upon hearing her words. "This will be our bed, then."

My brows arched. Elaine lowered her head.

"I mean, will this be our bed then?" She looks embarrassed. I grinned mischievously as soon as she returned her gaze to the golden room.

I gazed at her from head to toe, wondering if she knows that no werewolf and woman can sleep together if not yet bound by the light of Selena if one is within Stella's Soul. Oh, my bad. I didn't tell her that either.

"I'm at the adjacent room if you need anything," I purred. "Just ring the bell on your bedside table and I will be there."

Then I slammed the door shut. My wide, wide smile was finally able to surface without her peering eyes.