Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Elaine's POV

I didn't know that the Lodge is just a few minutes walk away from Selena's Wall.

I didn't notice that it was the first building that I first saw since I came here. Well, that was

dark at that time anyway and my frail body was quivering in coldness.

I looked up at Selena's Wall. It's so tall, perhaps as tall as the Great Wall of China and it extends to I don't know where or for how long. All I know is that it separates Moonburn from Stella's Soul-from the humans to the inhuman.

side.

"Elaine!" When I turned to my heel, I saw Melissa treading towards me, Rowena at her

"How's the Lodge?"

"Well, it was fine. She just informed me the do's and don'ts of being a Luna."

"Really?"

"Yes!" I beamed jovially.

"Well, the High Priestess did ask me when I met the Hearteaters..."

Rowena and Melissa's faces were flabbergasted.

"What?! You met them?" Rowena asked with a crooked voice.

"Did they hurt you?" Melissa looks frantically worried.

"Well, yes and no. Those are my answers to your questions."

"You know what," Melissa looped an arm to mine. "We should have dinner first since our

husbands are both out in the hunt."

"Out in the hunt?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"They're hunting for Hearteaters." It was Rowena who answered.

The dinner is quiet and mouth-watering.

And the place...I thought my room was the most gilded place I have ever seen. It wasn't. The restaurant, facing a lake to what Melissa called earlier as The Lake of Longing, is filled with gems and silver and gold, along with seashells and other fancy woodworks. The ocherous light inside made my eyes more relaxed and warmed, as well as the mellow instrumental music that plays in the background.

'Damn, their interior designer must be very rich by now!'

A pepper steak with white sauce was on the plate before me, along with buttered vegetables that consisted of corn, broccoli, and carrots.

"I-I never knew that the food in here could be this delicious," I muttered.

Melissa glanced at me as she licked her finger that bears the roasted ribs' juice. "Well, our husbands here are so rich that they can afford a bunch of in-house culinary chefs."   I almost choked on my steak and immediately grabbed the wine. I took a sip before wiping my mouth with a table napkin.

  "Are you okay, dear?" I looked up at Rowena, who's face brightened with a smile.   "Yes." Taking a deep breath doesn't only calm me, it also makes me feel more comfortable.

Stella's Soul has this restaurant where you can just sit anytime of the day and just tell the waiter what you want to eat without paying anything. Like literally nothing. According to Melissa, they often give you a menu or tell you what the specialty is for the day. Or if you are craving for something like Melissa, just tell the in-house mortal stuff and they will take care of you. Truly, Stella's Soul wasn't left behind as the modernization of the outside world continually progresses. But in every mountain wind that kissed my cheeks, it still reminds you that there is magic in this place. That there are werewolves and deities in this place no matter the lavishness and luxury this secret village was bathed in.

"You can also just call the Café Del Luna if you want them to serve right at your own table in Tyler's mansion," Rowena said as she sat across from us, wiping the utensils and plates.     "Aren't you going to eat?"

Rowena shook her head. "In-house servants don't eat in front of their masters."

I opened my mouth but shut it again. I just beamed at her and proceeded to finish my food.

  A man in a neat tuxedo approached me. "Would you like to try our special Seafood Feast for tonight, Madam?"

  I looked past him and saw a group of other mortal wives with their respective husbands. Jose and his wife amongst them.

"Oh yes please! We would very much like it." Melissa is definitely into her food. One minute, her backbone ribs' sweet smell is still flooding the air, then in another minute, all of it is gone. As if Jason's wife hadn't eaten in a day.

"Don't mind Melissa. She's eating for two you know." I nodded, my mouth still munching that delicious pepper steak.

***

Melissa and I are able to finish the Special Seafood Feast.

  The head of the lobster is still staring at me, making me feel this ridiculous feeling

of being guilty because I ate it.

  "Well, that's what you call dinner!" Melissa exclaimed. I burped and we both bursted laughing,

  I was about to stand, thinking that it's the sign that I can now rest on my golden bed when I heard footsteps behind me.

tray.

The waiter earlier came again and this time, he's bearing two bowls of ice cream on his

"All right, girls' date night will never be completed without a cup of ice cream!" I can't believe Melissa is not over yet with eating even with that amount of food we just consumed.   I couldn't even button my pants properly without sucking my breath for a second.     "Melissa?"

; "Hm?" She hoisted her head to me when she was about to dig in the dessert.noveldrama

"I had a dream last night, about me and Tyler..."

 ; "Intriguing," Rowena commented.

"It's beguiling," she turned to Rowena, then back to me.

"Tell us sweet Elaine. What did you dream of?"

So I told them. About me and Tyler on the bathtub. About being naked and didn't hesitate to kiss and touch despite the werewolves' rule to 'no sex before marriage' kind of thing. About the steamy activity we did in the dream and the actual sexual intercourse we performed in the middle of the night, in the wetness of the stone bathtub.

I told them everything, not missing every detail even if my cheeks heat up and my dignity

meter becoming lower and lower.

"Yeah, that's my dream..." I brought a spoon of green tea ice cream to my mouth.   "That's no dream," Melissa took my still-shaking and still-cold hand.  

"I bet so too," Rowena whispered.

I don't know what's with the whispering, considering that Jose and his company are just

on the table behind us and werewolves' extraordinary sense of hearing is so incredible that you

don't want them to even hear you farting in the midst of the crowd.

"I think it's my husband Jason who let you dream that. So that you will fall for Tyler more and the fact that you, as the 'sacrifice' for this leap year, won't run away."

  "I don't have any plan of running away. Besides, who doesn't want to stay in this lavish village?"

"The girl's right Melissa. It's better if you tell Jason to stop letting this poor innocent beauty here from letting her dream adult things.

  "She's an adult, Rowena."

"Yes, but she's still a young adult."

Embarrassed that the elder people in front of me look at me as a child and an innocent beauty, I changed the topic.

  "I'm curious about you, Melissa? May I know what your story is?"

She glanced back and forth at me and Rowena. The old lady just gave her a tight nod.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, Melissa put down the spoon of her lemon gelato and took a deep breath.

;   "Okay," she murmured.