Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I have researched Santorini before, and it was one of my travel bucket lists back when I was just the Rutherfords' household maid and money provider. And a mere teenager.

My mouth stretched into a smile because of that realization. And to think that this was all for free... 'I love my husband very much.'

Yes, my hatred towards him has already vanished now. And wherever Maven is, I hope he

is happy without me. I hope he will remain successful in his endeavors.

Even though I am physically here, I can't stop telling myself that visiting Greece for the first time is indeed a dream come true. The weather, the scent, the people and scenery- everything is so perfect that one might think it is straight from my imagination.

Santorini is the most popular Greek island. The sunset views from Oia, as far as I can remember, the northernmost village of this small island, are many people's answer to the question, "What is Greece famous for?"

While I feast my eyes on the views of this country-the street, their fashion, the restaurants lining outside the hotel, I smiled at Tyler, who mostly did the checking in of the hotel and getting our bags and luggage while I freely walked and admired everything and anything Greek.

When we finally managed to arrive at our suite, I felt a sense of relief. Finally, I can breathe in Tyler's scent alone and unbothered. He's finally mine for the rest of the days.

And when my body sank into the softness of the hotel bed mattress, when tiredness finally made its presence clear in my aching back and exhausted feet, I did not notice that I already drifted to a nap.

I was already too tired when we arrived in the room and, before I knew it, my eyes lulled me into a nice deep sleep.

***

"Elaine!" a cold-baritone voice barked at my presence. Gradually opening my eyes, I saw first the white ceiling above me. Then the close-up face of my husband, to which I could already count his eyelashes.

It's already near sunset when I woke up; the sky began to beautifully erupt in colors of coral and tangerine. The shades of pinkish and reddish in the heavens made me gape, my eyes reflecting the breath-taking view from our hotel room's balcony.

"You haven't eaten yet," he said softly behind me. He started running his fingers on my hair, which made the joyous song inside me begin singing again. Facing my husband, I looked up at him. His towering and glorious height made me just nod my head for I could no longer find the words I wanted to say.

"Where are we? I mean the name of the hotel..." I managed to ask after a couple of minutes of deafening silence.

"At the Slyver." I almost choke because, as far as I can remember, it's currently the most expensive hotel on this island.

And indeed it is.

"You could've got an ordinary one, Tyler." I softly muttered as I inched my face a little further from his lips.

"By ordinary, you mean cheap?" My Alpha's eyes only smiled; his dark amusement bathing my soul with flowers and butterflies. "Why would I? It's our honeymoon."

Luckily, I managed to control myself not to roll my eyes. "It doesn't matter." When he didn't reply, I just continued looking at the sunset on the balcony when my stomach rumbled. I arched an eyebrow because he frankly looks angry.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" he hissed, a hint of disappointment and sadness

in his voice. I straightened my back, turning away from him. "What? You think this honeymoon really matters? Until now, I'm contemplating why you suddenly invited me to travel far, far away from your home from Stella's Soul!"

"Oh Selena...!" He pressed his palm against his forehead, the other hand on his waist. "Did you hear what I told you before we had a flight?"

  My jaw moves, and I tried not to look at him because if I do, I would soften. I would melt like butter when met by his heat.

"It matters to me, this honeymoon," Tyler waves a hand to the room and to me. "You matter to me. I want you to take away from the source of your worries for a time. Melissa told me what happened to you at the gilded fountain that..." he shook his head as he shifted, his muscular back now facing me. "I cared for you, Elaine. You and our child."

"Whatever you say," I whispered and ducked my head. I don't know why I am having extensive mood swings. One minute, I was grateful to him for bringing me here in Greece. And now, I somehow felt irritated and wondered why, all of a sudden, would he take me out of the only place we are safe from Hearteaters.

But to think that those monster shit have already infiltrated Stella's Soul, not one, twice-

; 'You are only safe in his arms,' a voice not belonging to me whispered, lingering in my

bones. Probably Eliane.

My stomach rumbled again. But neither of us heed it.

"I told you that I love you. Do you think I would say it for fun?"

"Who knows?" I inhaled through my nose. "You had a fair share of women before. I am only a sacrifice to you, remember? Maybe when you fucked them, you would whisper sweet little things such as “

I stopped breathing when his hands wrapped around my neck, pinning me to the French doors. "And now you are jealous?" He laughed breathily. "Why are you always turning the table, Elaine? I should be the fucking jealous one here!"

My mouth parted when he admitted he was jealous. Tyler? Jealous? Oh Goddesses, no, that wouldn't happen. That would never happen. "Y-You're j-jealous?" I asked, mesmerized by his confession at the same time flabbergasted. He nodded and breathed on my lips, "Fucking.

Jealous. You two seem to know each other for one hell of an eternity!"

I tried not to grin, but I guess I had no control this time. Smiling, I lick my lower lip and soften my gaze on his cerulean blue eyes. My green eyes grinning on their own. "We did not. The last time Maven and I talked was a year ago."

"Yeah?" he breathed; his thumb caressed my lips, his other hand still on my waist. "And you're telling me you had a marriage conversation? Strangers don't do that."

I laughed. Why am I so happy right now? "You're wrong. The ones you share with strangers are the topics you don't want to share with your friends. Do you know why?"

He didn't reply. He was just staring at my lips. I answered my own question, "It's because you will never see them again."

"But you see that man now," he pouted. Smiling ear to ear, I crushed on his lips for a long time, tongues dancing against our own mouths.

After a heartbeat later, I pushed his chest and got away from his hold before anything

else might happen this minute.

I heard him letting out a dismayed sigh.

  "I'm going to look at the sunset!" I bellowed as soon as my hands grabbed my

pair of white wedge shoes.

  He groaned. "Too bad, babe. Sun's already down."

    "No, there must still be!"

  "Elaine," he said in a dangerous and concerned voice.

; "Hmm?" I asked, tying the lace of my shoes. "My ancestors..." he trailed off.

"What about your ancestors?"

  "My ancestors first came to existence in Greece." He shoved both of his hands on

the pocket of his pants.

I stiffened and looked at him. "Is that a problem?"

He just smiled and shrugged without answering my question, grabbing his jacket that

hung from the chair. "Let's go see your sunset, little snow flower."