Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler's

POV

"Are you sure about the information, Jason?"

I cocked a brow, to which he just nodded. "Absolutely."

My brother was standing at the edge of the roof of one of the houses in the neighbourhood where the Offering Team, a term we use for mortals who are in charge of bringing mortal women every leap year, say Elaine's family came from.

"It's a quiet neighbourhood," I commented.

"It's because most of the Offering Team live here and they know that we patrol at night." "It's not every night, is it?" I sucked a deep breath.

"It is," my brother blurted. "And you may not know that Stormbringer because you

basically don't go out often."

I snorted, arms crossing across my chest. "I do go often."noveldrama

Jason turned his back on me. "I bet you did.

"Seriously, I do!" I tread towards his side and the city lights became clearer in my

werewolf sight.

'It's beautiful,' said Remus.

"Remember last year when I went to Maine to grab for a drink at the bar, I get laid by a woman named "

"Hush, Tyler!" Jason silenced me with a finger. I watched a fog-like mist come out from my older brother's palm that covered both of our figures.

'Why are you making us invisible through an illusion?' I asked via mind link with my brother. Opposite to the English wolves where a pack can only communicate with the wolves that are within their pack, the werewolves in Stella's Soul can communicate to anyone in the three

packs as long as they are under the Trinity Goddess' blessings. We, in Stella's Soul, are basically one big family divided into three classes depending on our fur's color.

'A Hearteater is nearby.' I immediately knew Jason was telling the truth when our

respective moon necklaces glowed in faint light.

'I didn't know you wear your moon necklace every day,' I grinned at my brother. A total brotherly romance as his hand was now covering my mouth and his skin was an inch away from meeting mine.

'Because I'm not a teddy bear like you who always flaunts his moon-moon around his neck every second!'

I pouted, and that made Jason roll his eyes. When I was six, I used to call the necklace as moon-moon because I pronounce necklace as neck-lace and Jason will always walk away laughing upon hearing me say moon-moon.

'Focus!' Remus commanded.

But I still grinned. Smile was still clinging on my lips even when both of us jumped from the roof and landed on the cold March ground with both of our feet. Well, it's not only cats that can land with both of their feet. So do dogs-wolves. Werewolves.

'It's a mortal, Jas-"

But my brother already lunged for the man's neck, pinning him in the wall. A red-head

girl was silently crying and I helped her get up.

"This one just ate the real boyfriend yesterday," Jason declared. My brother's mind- reading abilities are definitely useful when scouting and hunting these monstrous beasts under the starry sky.

"It's a good thing you managed to shriek just before he took your heart."

  Jason commanded me to tie the Hearteater's hands and feet via wind magic. "What?" The girl's brows knitted. "He to-took my heart?"

  "Forget it." Jason waved a hand towards the red-head's direction. "You take care of that bastard."

Then Jason took care of the young, red-head. What I mean by taking care is by erasing and altering the girl's memories that will not make the teenager go frenzy and still remain oblivious about the existence of Hearteaters-and werewolves.

I hoisted a finger and a little flame danced in my eyes. I can see the knees of the heart-

eating shapeshifter tremble. "Hi, there son of a bitch!"

"Fuck you!" He bellowed, but I just flashed a wolfish smile.

  "Yeah. Fuck you too!" Then my fire finally tasted the skin of this Hearteater.

***  

"It's true then..." Jason tied the last of the iron chain around the Hearteater's body who's still wearing the face and body of the young girl's boyfriend. "That Hearteaters are now swarming in Moonburn, Washington."

My brother nodded to my query. "Get the moon water, brother."

I scowled. "What are you going to do amidst Eliane's Forest?" Eliane, the Forest Witch that is said to be the one to create the Hearteaters, used to live here. She was once a Native American and a priestess of the Trinity Goddess. But she once desired to be worshipped as well. That's why she made her own monstrous creation: the beasts that lurk the night and can only thrive if they eat a human heart and a werewolf's heart. They are said to have wolf-like bodies that stand like a man. Ram-like horns adorned their heads and they had bat-like hands and arms. "Oh you know," my brother wiped a sweat on his brow. "Torture by moon water while this diabolic creature shrieks due to the iron chain wrapped around it."

***

  "Fascinating," I sighed. Jason smiled.  

I darted my gaze back to the Hearteater and it's now awake.

    "So let's begin?"

I nod at my brother as I bring the bowl of moon water on the Hearteater's feet.   "Let's begin."

My soon-to-be wife's family, I mean the Hearteaters posing as her family, have gone missing. All

four of them according to the Hearteater we just captured.

"That was easy." Jason said as he scattered the ashes of that Hearteater in the fountain,

its moon-drenched water was oozing to its brim.

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"You always said that as if what we're doing was never hard."

  Jason gave me a look and I smiled. "I made Elaine dream last night."

"What dream?" I pretended that I was not interested.

"That you and her are having coitus in her stone bathtub."

I almost choke with his words. "You did-no freaking way!"

    "I did."

I shook my head. "No, you didn't."

"Tyler, I did! The scene I crafted is the one I saw from a movie that Melissa is watching. It

was Fifty Shades of something, I can't remember the title."

    "You're one unbelievable dog."

"Werewolves are not dogs," Jason insisted.

  "Aren't they?" I smirked in a way that made Jason stick out his tongue.

"Whatever." He wrapped a shoulder around my neck. Jason and I are of the same height

so it just looks like two dudes are walking casually at midnight.

  "Why don't you gift her with mortal gifts like a new iPhone or a Chanel bag? Or

maybe a moon-moon?"

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Me and Elaine already fucked."

    My brother's mouth opened.

"Last year, when I got drunk in a bar. She was the one I told you that I have a one-night

stand with."

  "No way. It can't be that coincidental!" Jason barked.

  I shrugged, my head looking at the moonless sky. "Who knows? Anything is

possible."

  Jason was gaping because he now knows that I am telling the truth.

"You son of a bitch!" My brother nudged my shoulder gently and punched it softly as if

he's just hitting a pillow. "You are one hell of unbelievable greatness!"

For the next few minutes, Jason was still chanting 'son of a bitch' to me and I just pretended that I was deaf.

But I can no longer hold it so I grab his face and squeeze it. "A bitch is a female dog and werewolves are technically dogs so you, Alpha Jason Claire Moonstorm of the Amber Pack, is also a son of a bitch."

  And the path to Selena's Wall was filled with my brother's boisterous laugh and my own soft giggles.