Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler's POV

I parted my mouth from her trembling lips.

She was cold and pale despite the balmy breeze here in the spring.

Something is wrong with her. I can smell it. Feel it.

My hands immediately reached for her bag even before she could protest. And there was only gasoline and matches, a torch and a lighter. "So we're going to have a barbecue and you didn't bring any meat?"

She chuckled, eyes looking straight at the body of water before us. "I hope you can teach me how to hunt. A rabbit will do."

here.

She's been speaking all along without looking me in the eyes. Something is very wrong

The doctor just called me minutes ago that Elaine is acting suspiciously, disturbingly. Asking questions about burning and suicide, says it's about a book she's reading.

The once joyful Elaine, my Elaine, has suddenly become cold and distant. Scared and worried. "What's wrong, my snow flower?"

She gasped at the moniker I just remembered to use now. "You...you called me snow flower." Then she wept, crying in front of me as if she hadn't cried for months. As if those tears have been caged in her eyes, clawing their way out day and night.

I reached for a handkerchief and pressed it against the cold waters that streamed down her face.

The world started to spin as I turned around to face the grotto as the darkness overhead crowded the brightness of the noon. My vision blurs, the wind becomes cold and distant like her.

I stared at her face longer than I intended. Jason's voice then drowned in my memories two hours ago. "Grandmama found this old painting in one of the Moonstorm's vault. She said this is the face of..." I watched my brother's throat bobbed before he resumed. "That is the face of Eliane, the Forest Queen and the creator of the Hearteaters. The Mother of Hearts and the Lady of the Dark of the Moon."

Then all went to black as if I was pushed in a sea of darkness with no hope of someone to rescue me.

Eliane. Elaine. Emerald green eyes smiled at me. Raven hair swaying by the breeze- My Elaine. My wife is...

"Do you know the story of Eliane, the Forest Queen?"

She immediately jerked her face away from me. "No," she simply answered. Eyes still

focused on the surface of the spring.

"Are you all right?" She nodded and took one more long, shuddering breath before I started. "Eliane is the first High Priestess of Stella's Soul. A witch with great power, well-respected despite being a non-werewolf resident of Stella's Soul."

Her eyes began to darken as I continued. "She fell in love with a wolfless Alpha's son, Rowan Moonstorm."

Yes, my own last name burned in my tongue as me, myself, is ashamed of our lineage. I could see the question twinkling in her eyes, but I resumed. "Rowan Moonstorm was revealed to be wolfless during the night of his eighteenth birthday. And at that time, being wolfless is synonymous as being useless."

"How about now? What happens to the wolfless ones?"

I shrugged with a smile still clinging to my face. "They are welcome here to live. It's their choice whether to serve the ones with wolves or live among us. After all, they still have werewolf blood in their veins."

"Don't you discriminate against them?"

"Time's change, Elaine. That was two hundred years ago, and wolflessness equals weakness. They are deemed as inferiors, slaves. Outcasts."

"So Rowan..." She turned away from me. "He urged Eliane to give him a wolf by means of dark magic."

"Others say it's the story. But according to some," I narrowed my eyes when she returned her gaze to me. "It was Eliane who offered. Driven by her love for Rowan, seeing him cry hurts her deeply so she did the unthinkable: dark magic. And it consumed her, darkness possessed her. There's a solid reason why dark magic is forbidden even in ancient times."

"So it was just a messed up love story, then. Both of them have the right love at the

wrong time."

I inched closer, lifting her chin. "How did you know that Eliane gave him a wolf by means of dark magic?"

Silence answered back at me. She tried to open her mouth but closed it again before her voice could come out.

"Never mind," I sighed. "Past is past after all."

"Tyler, its...Well, I am "

I sat at the rock nearest the shore, my feet drenched in The Hidden spring as I turned my body to my wife. "Do you know why we visited Greece in the first place?"

"To ask for help from them to battle the Hearteaters."

"So you've heard," realization breathed into me. "But do you know why they refused us?" Elaine pulled away her watery eyes from me and walked to the grass and sat, the distance between us is excruciating. It's as if she's avoiding me purposely. "No."

  I buried my face in my hands knowing that the next set of words could change everything on how she views us, the werewolves.

Or maybe it could ruin everything, considering she's... "Eliane. Not just because they fear the witch's wrath but because it's not their matter in the first place. Our own deities, the Three Goddesses, have blessed us with powers not just to boast and intimidate humans. But also to protect and, well, for battling evil."

    Battling your evil creation.

'Are you even sure of your conclusions?' My own wolf threatened to question my beliefs.

'You have no proof yet.'

; 'Her eyes and looks, and even her name, is very much her.'

'Not just because one looks like Jesus doesn't mean he's already the savior.'

  Remus is right. I've been drawing conclusions as quickly as I want to draw blood to attract Hearteaters here.

cold.

  The sun dimmed and the air reeked of death, the breeze' touch was unnaturally

  They are here. Those freaking, heart-eating monsters.

  'Or am I just imagining things?'

Remus didn't reply so I splashed water in Elaine's direction. She only smiled for a second before returning to her anxious expression.

The longer I stared at her, the deeper the words of Alpha Kairo sank in. 'Evil sometimes takes the appearance of those we love. Look at her, Tyler. Her innocent eyes could be the piercing ones of that witch. Her hair as black as moonless night will soon be the last thing you behold before she squeezes the air out of your lungs. The Greek Wolves know the face of Eliane for she once came from us. A child of Circe, the Goddess of Sorcery. Punch me if I'm wrong but I tell you, Diana's Edge is enchanted to never be the fortress where one hides the truth. We even reveal the lies...'

"Elaine?" I tried to sound as normal as I could. If she is really Eliane, then...   'Kill her,' Remus challenged. 'Once an enemy will always be an enemy.'   But my body won't let me. My hands do not want to cooperate. My magic cowers and retreat back from the hollowness of my soul.

I can't.

  She's my wife, my mate, my bestfriend. My Elaine.

My eyes slid to her belly, her treacherous tears now displaying that she, too, knows who

she is. And what I am going to do to her what I must do to her.

'And she's also the mother of my heir,' I swallowed.

Is the story of Rowan and Eliane reflecting into us? Is this the curse Grandmama Jane warns me even before the Offering Team placed Elaine on the stone table?

  'Beware of her whose eyes are green. She's the one you must kill once you've

seen.,' the current High Priestess once spoke

No. I will not kill her. Not in this life. Not in the next.

    Not for eternity.

"Elaine, come." Surprisingly, she obeyed. Wiping her tears with her arm, she swam with

me in the pool. Both of us didn't bother to discard our clothes.

'Kill her, Tyler.' Jason's voice faded in my memory but the pain remained. 'Kill her if you must. We vow to protect our kind. We shall do everything in our power just to not yield to the Hearteaters.'

  My lips crushed into hers, savoring her taste and her essence. Relishing this borrowed time within the palm of our hands.

She lifted her hands to my face, gently cupping my cheeks in her palms before kissing me again. Elaine ran her hands down my arms as she pulled away a minute later. Their warmth soaked deep into my bones. "I love you, Tyler."

"I love you too." Then my huge hands found her neck, sending her below the surface of the water.

The woods were quiet, but clear. Death's quietness. And it made my head spin. Elaine thrashed as I held her neck, scratching my arms and punching my muscular chest.

And suddenly my chest expanded with hope. "This is not happening. This is just a nightmare." I wanted to believe it. I wanted to believe that every little thing that happened here is not real.

  I wanted to believe that she really loved me. That she never lied. That I was the only man she loved.

I closed my eyes and let go, surrendering to my fate-my fate that I am meant to kill my mate. Without fear, without question, I let myself float in the darkness and sadness, suspended as

the whole world melted away. As my world dies. As Elaine took her last breath.

This was how it was supposed to be the two of us. Enemies. Predator and prey. Wolf

and lamb.

her.

I opened my eyes. Elaine stopped moving.

  "Tyler?" My mind drifted back to the present. Blinking, my face slowly parting from

She smiled, I stared at my hands resting on her neck, caressing her skin as I did the first time I touched her.

  When she finally pulled away and climbed back to the shore, the dizzy world spun slowly back into place.

"I am Eliane." My world stilled again, the quietude sank deeper. I let her finish. "I am Eliane's last living descendant. And vessel. The Hearteaters wanted to kill me-needed to kill me -since the only way to make way for Eliane's soul is to get rid of mine."

"That-that's their plan?" she didn't answer as she dried herself and tossed her wet clothes to the grass. "That's their plan," I repeated, more of a statement to myself. "So what

now? You're going to hand yourself to them?"

She shook her head fiercely. "No. I am going to burn myself."

Then she ran away, together with the bag of matches and gasoline.

  Elaine, my wife, ran away from me even before I could discern what was

happening.

***

Elaine's POV

This is my chance.

    No-this is my only chance.

;   This is now or never.

I ran far away so far that I can no longer see the spring. In just one pour of the liter of

gasoline, my naked body is now covered in it, bathed in it.

"Fuck!" The match won't budge due to my wet hands. Desperate, I reached for the lighter

when someone shrieked. The lighter tumbled on the grass.

  "ELAINE, STOP!"

  But I didn't. I forced my hand to pick up the lighter. After three tries, the colors of

the flame danced in my eyes.

And I dropped it on my feet.

In one swift motion, bright light erupted. One moment, I was just wet with gasoline. But

now, I am screaming. Screaming from the pain of the fire, burning. I am burning, a beacon amid

the dark forest. A wild flame, in flesh and bones, dancing above the grass.

melting.

Tyler screamed and ran towards me but I sprinted away from his reach, my skin slowly

  I can no longer feel my body. Death has finally got hold of my hand.

  With one final glance to my beloved, to my mate's eyes, I mouthed those four

words as silent as the grave.

;

; "I love you. Forever."

Then I willed myself, my body and my soul, to quietly burn.