Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler brought me to a fine dining restaurant, one where the sky becomes our roof and the shades of sunset gilded the plate and glasses.

I am so content with my life now. I have a fine dinner plus a fine and cocky husband. I am back to my Tyler-worshipping mood, my irritation from him has now dissipated.

leaves.

Is this what it feels like to be pregnant? Emotions come and go, irritation knocks and

I'll just endure this for nine months. But Melissa does not seem to be like me. She seems calm and jolly, still beautiful-looking. How can I be like her?

There is nothing more I could want-nothing more but to be on Tyler Jane Moonstorm's side forever. I don't like her stare of disappointment towards me, it makes me sad. I don't like seeing Tyler displeased by my presence, it makes me hate myself. I want to be with him for eternity, until time stops becoming time. Until all cease to exist, becoming but a whisper of memory, a stardust in the universe...I will stay with him, love him. Choose him.

Even if I am really Eliane, even if I am really their archenemy's reincarnation...I will choose him over those wolfless bastards.

"Why are you smiling?" Tyler's words broke me from my daze and I glanced at the waiter pouring wine at my glass, his perfume making my nose flare. I'm not a fan of perfume. But if Tyler is to be a perfume...I will bathe myself in it everyday.

The smell of steak and lobster made my stomach rumble. The waiter threw a glance at me and I blushed. Tyler, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear as he swirled his wine, bringing it to his nose before letting his mouth taste it.

"I still couldn't believe this, babe..." Then the waiter was now striding away. True enough, Tyler brought me to the tallest building in this village. And I have the nicest, clearest view of the sunset that I always wanted to watch. It feels a bit different because I am not watching it from the balcony of Tyler's mansion or the Honeymoon House. I am watching it through a Greek fine dining restaurant with Tyler as if having a lounge at Slyver wasn't expensive enough.

My food arrived, honey-roasted lamb and Greek pasta topped with king crab. Just at the sight of these already made my throat bobbed and mouth watered, beckoning me to gobble everything on the plate as if me eating here is being limited to a certain number of minutes. "Wow," I whispered, though with my husband's werewolf hearing, I doubt he could not

hear it.

"Wow, what?"

"Wow because I know for sure this is goddamn expensive, too costly." But he just smirked, as if he's happy that I am having a hard time finishing all of these, especially when a plate of Caesar salad made its way in front of me even more. The bunch of other appetizers and soup and meat waving hello in my direction.

"It would be a waste not to finish all of this," I said, preparing my stomach for this one hell of a feast. "It tastes great."

When I hoisted my head from my plate, I saw Tyler's hardened expression. His side-angle proves to me that he has a sharp jawline. I saw the muscle on his neck move up and down while drinking the glass of water.

He then surveyed me and stood from his seat, taking a step forward towards me.

"Stop smiling," Tyler said. But he smiled after.

I gave him a feline grin. "Can't I just be happy that I am eating delicious food?"

He sighed and sat back from his seat, his arms now crossed on his chest. "Wow. How fast your mood changes, huh? From giving me the silent treatment and now you are the jolly and happy Elaine again?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and proceeded to slice his steak and peel off the lobster meat.

I managed to finish my main course first compared to Tyler. For dessert, the waiter served me ice cream with three different flavors in a bowl.

But I insisted I have it in a cone.

It took a little nudge of Tyler's knees across me to convince them to give me my ice cream in a

cone.

"What?" I arched my eyebrow while licking the chocolate flavor on the topmost part of the ice cream cone, glazed with Nutella and caramel and sprinkles. My tongue then travelled to the bottom flavor, Matcha. Tyler did not even blinked when his eyes stared at me as if I'm a specimen under a microscope.

Minutes ago, I wanted ice cream, and he gave it to me even though there's no ice cream in this country, according to what I have heard from his men. But I gave a small tantrum at him, and now... well, the good thing here is I have my ice cream. In a cone.

"Where did you get th—" I halted, waved a hand at him before devouring the chocolate ice cream whole so that I could have an excuse not to talk for a couple of minutes.

I don't know where he got these. And I don't want to know either.

As long as I have my three-flavored ice cream in a cone, I am delighted enough.

The taste of purple yam spreading in my tongue and sending me to ice cream paradise reflected

in my face, in my eyes and in my mouth.

"Do you want to have some fun?" My tongue halted in the middle. Tyler's eyes lingered on my

lips.

I almost choked on my food. He immediately gave me a glass of water, the ice cream dripping from my lips. His eyes narrowed and suddenly he was back to being serious again. 'Oh Goddess Aurora...'

"You're not the type of person who likes to have some fun!" It was true. Tyler is childish, yes, but other than that personality...he's all black. Ruthless, even. I'm not that surprised though since his status of being a pack leader required him to be one. He is serious as fuck, and from what the mortal world slang would say, 'Kill joy!'

Kill joy of all things. He doesn't have fun with life. Well, I hope he's enjoying himself right now because he was laughing. His husky voice makes me shudder, ringing in my senses. It was... heaven to my ears. I don't know why but it is what it is.

"Well, sometimes I do like to have 'fun' depending on what fun you want to have." He grinned when he saw my reaction. My mouth hangs low and I literally had goosebumps crawling all over my skin while I tried to hide my face from him thanks to the flower vase between us.

He grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. "You're beautiful," he whispered after his lips touched the skin of my hand. My cheeks flushed, my heart skipped a beat, and my hands suddenly began

to sweat. Nervousness devoured me but it was eventually replaced by the ocean of happiness that I am now drowning in like a sturgeon slowly reaching the ocean floor.

I don't know what else to think as he started throwing kisses on my fingers but I like it. This feels romantic. He looks romantic-and cute.

Breathing heavily, I rested my other hand on my thighs and squeezed it a bit to release the pressure building up in my body. He started licking my fingers as if it was his favorite dessert he always wanted to taste. He started licking my hand as if it was a nice cold ice cream. "T-Tyler..." Shit, what the hell is my husband doing?

"What are you doing?" I finally managed to gather the courage to gently ask him after a couple of seconds swooning over his actions. He closed his eyes and the moment they flew open, we had a staring contest for I don't know how long.

"Let's have fun." The words reverberated in my ears again, sending both excitement and worry deep in my guts.

Should I say yes?

"I don't take no for an answer," he added.

I froze in my seat and just accepted my fate for tonight, especially when Tyler's dark, orgasmic voice made me come for another heartbeat.