Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Let's begin with the different kinds of packs," I suggested.

"I think it is better if I tell you the history on how these Shapeshifters came to find their abode in Moonburn, Washington first." I nodded my head and noticed Hades trying to lick my hand.

We passed to a place I had only seen today in my life: a sea of red grass swaying to every movement of the wind. The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field.

"The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn't bear children to their male werewolves." "Why?" I asked.

"It's a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas."

"What's an Omega?"

Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. "From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves."

"Why didn't the three packs here adhere to the English system?"

"Because we are different." I can feel the pride in Melissa's words. "And we value

equality."

She paused for a heartbeat. I yielded another step and felt the cold sensation. There's icy water, and they're soaking my feet.

I didn't notice that Melissa and I have already passed through a small brook, the size is that of a cow.

"During The Great Hunting that succeeded the Witch Trials in the seventeenth century, some of the werewolves fled here in Moonburn, Washington-one of the first places in America to see the misery in burning women and accusing them of so-called witchcraft. That's why some werewolves from the west that came from all countries decided to gather here, and this is where the Trinity Goddess took them under their wings."noveldrama

"Did the Trinity Goddess-I mean I never know there are deities here in Washington." "They are said to be some of the Native American's deities that took interest in taking care of the Shapeshifters. After all, their names aren't always that easy to pronounce. It is the first wolves and the founders of Stella's Soul that renamed the three so that they can easily be uttered. They then divided themselves based on the color of their fur and the Goddesses also gifted them based on their color..."

"And?"

"And the rest is history, Elaine."

This felt like a history class I never heard before. Imagine me, a lowly eighteen-year-old girl who came from an abusive family, chosen to be the 'sacrificed' to a big-dick Alpha and tasked to bear his heir, has actually been a part of something incredible that even renowned American archaeologists and historians will never discover.

I looked around me, breathing in the delicious smell of serenity. Standing in the middle of trees, a brook beside me and the sea of red grass beneath our feet...this is life. A life surrounded by nature. A life filled with modern luxury. A life where the extraordinary and ordinary weaved with each other.

This is Stella's Soul, where Aurora's Waters flow in the gilded fountain. The whole place is protected by the might of Selena's Wall. This is home. This is life.

I gazed back to the training wolves, muscular chests glinting against the noon sun. Different shades of feminine hair wobbling with every strike of their fists. Sweat and little blood and ample amount of tears. I never saw a place that is so modern yet still upholds their ancient traditions of fighting.

"Werewolves believe that training everyday doesn't only enhance one's strength and tone one's body, it is also a way of discipline. Control. Power."

  Melissa's voice could belong to a history teacher if she wasn't the Luna of the Amber Pack.

"Stella's Soul consists of three werewolf packs." We sat beneath a mulberry tree and picked some. Melissa sat on top of a huge log that is painted in brown and black and lined with silver. "Amber Pack or the Brown Wolves, in which my husband is the Alpha, are capable of reading minds as well as erasing and altering memories. The Shadow Pack or the Black Wolves can manipulate all things that produce darkness and light including fire and electricity. And lastly, The Silver Pack—"

"Is that the pack that my soon-to-be husband belongs to?"

"Yes. And he's the Alpha. The Silver Pack is said to be the strongest of the three for they are the Elemental Gods."

"Elemental Gods? Sounds cool and scary at the same time."

Melissa cackled. "Yes. They are known as Elemental Gods for they can control the four basic elements here on earth: fire, water, wind, and earth. Though each wolf can manipulate the four, there is one element that they are always good at. Sometimes two."

She popped a berry on her mouth before noticing that I am, indeed, not wearing a bra

since my nipples are sticking out as if it yearns to be bare as well.

"Your Tyler-"Wow, Melissa really said my Tyler. If one could die just because of immense smiling, perhaps that will be the cause of my death on my death certificate.

"He is known as The Stormbringer. Apart from Jose, he is the fastest one who can summon a storm-which is a combination of two elements: water and air."

I can't believe it. I am married to a god. And not just a god, a fucking hot, with a twelve-

inch you-know-what muscular heaven of a god.

Tyler. He is everything. The calm before the storm, the bringer of the storm, and the silence after the storm. He is my Tyler. My Alpha, my brute Alpha...

"You must be Elaine." I immediately straightened my back upon hearing that word from

a masculine voice. The man...

'All big-muscle looking men here are werewolves, Elaine!' I thought.

His skin has a deep shade of brown, one that you can say has been soaked under the heat of the sun many times a day with a smooth and beautiful complexion. He's bald, no hair can

be seen on his head. I don't know if it's sexy or nasty but I tried to hold my chortle when a

gleam of sunlight reflected his hairless head and into the surface of the little brook.

"The sun is out now," I sighed as I arched my head up to the sky, stretching far into the horizon where the sky could be seen everywhere and anywhere as cloudless. Bright and with the color of sky blue.

"It's time for you to come to the Lodge of the Luna, Elaine. The High Priestess is patiently waiting for your arrival." Jose bowed down his head upon extending his hand.     'Such a polite wolf,' I mused.

"Go now, Elaine. Tyler's Beta will escort you safely to the Lodge." But before I could stand, Melissa leaned into my ear, whispering words that I couldn't believe.

"Be careful what to think when you're in front of the Priestess. She's a Brown Wolf, and

your thoughts are nothing but an open book that can easily be read by her."

I took a deep breath before putting my hand above Jose's and walked beside him

towards the Lodge of the Luna.

  "Help me, Moon Goddess," I prayed.