Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler'snoveldrama

POV

My brother waited for five minutes for someone inside the arena to come forward and reveal it was them, eventually confessing why they let three shitty heart-eating beasts enter Stella's Soul. 'A liar will never confess the truth unless he or she is tortured, 'til one see the face of death smiling at them,' Remus breathed into my soul. My wolf's words of wisdom sent a grin blooming across my poker face.

forward.

***

And even when the timer runs out, as expected as we have anticipated, no one moves

And that's why we resorted to the latter of Remus' advice: torture.

Elaine's POV

Every breath I take makes me anxious even more.

Only one of us inside the arena could be the mole.

Stella's Soul is a village where basically those who are only a member can enter due to a gold-plated card handed out to everyone, even to me.

And they can invite anyone as long as the invitee is with the member upon crossing Selena's Wall.

Seriously, why would a village encased with magic use modern technology instead when they can use the Brown Wolves as the guards outside the wall as the sensors, touching anyone who passes and reading their minds if they are hiding something beneath their calm eyes.

I wonder why Jason isn't touching each one of us. Maybe it's because they hope and respect everyone's privacy by giving them the freedom to give in themselves and confess that they are the traitor.

But, since when did a snake give someone a heads up that they are venomous?

One look in Tyler's cerulean eyes and I know this night will not end well. Not with deafening shrill, unbearable pain, glowing crimson blood, and salty tormenting tears being witnessed by every soul.

I do not know what kind of torture did the three Alphas will do but I knew it will be an

unforgiving one.

I scanned each Alpha's face. And among the three, Tyler has the one with the most unreadable expression. My Alpha could be a fluffy teddy bear on some nights. But often...he can be a dinosaur that will surely give you a chase if you ever turn your back at him.

dawn.

It's past midnight. But the darkness of the sky tells me it is still far from the break of

The Three Alphas do not care if anyone everyone does not get sleep tonight. Well, if I was in their shoes, after what occurred hours ago, I would definitely not even blink an eye.

Anyone can be a snake. Anyone, even me perhaps, can be a traitor. Every single fucking breathing being is capable of betraying. But the question is, will they dare?

Will they do it in times where life and death is at the hands of the looming darkness the Hearteaters bring?

    Will they?

Judging what happens, as my heavy eyes slid to the ashes on the earth, though the suffocating coldness has vanished, the scent of death still lingers. The scent of death that Hearteaters bring every shitty time they are around. Judging by that sight, I presume someone with a mighty gut and unbroken conscience has already betrayed us.

; But who can it be? Is that someone I knew? Someone I already met? Does the person

have an innocent face or a bitchy/bastard one?

'Never judge a book by its cover...' Truth be told, sometimes we do.

  And my curiosity, as always, wins this time. I take a look at the faces surrounding me and try to guess who the mole is.

But the soreness of my limbs and the headache that visited me an hour ago has not yet left my side.

So I leave it all to Karlos, Jason, and Tyler to do the rest. They are, according to my fiancés words, Wolf Gods after all.

And I am just a sacrifice to one of them, only meant to primarily spread my legs widely for pleasure and for the continuation of their mighty bloodline.

***

"I know you all are dying to end this meeting in this very arena where sparring only happens."

I straightened my back when it was Karlos who took the stage. The air of mystery always thickens when he speaks. Yet, when it comes to his wife, Gialyca Farmiga, Karlos is an uncaged fucker who always had a vigorous sex with his wife.

Horny, sexy, mysterious; silent but deadly. Those are the ingredients that made up Karlos Blackwind, Alpha of the Shadow Pack and a fucking Black Wolf who is capable of manipulating all things that produce light and shadow. He even has the power to control the two of them itself. Karlos opened his palms and black-colored fire, who Tyler called as the Shadow Flame, blossomed from his hands. It went to the sky, filling the air with dark, unburning flame. It was more of a shadowy wind that slowly encircled The Arena, surrounding us with bright darkness. I looked up and the sky could no longer be seen. But I can still distinguish the white glowing orb behind Karlos' power as the moon in its waxing form.

Noises then came from all directions. I can see why.

  Shadow Flame does not act like fire. It acts like an amplifier of Jason's mirage. Images of Hearteaters surround us. It felt so real yet it was not. I close my eyes and the

shouts around me is a heart-wrenching harmony.

I was not so much affected as I knew what it felt like when those beasts were around. The unexplainable rising of the hair on my arms, the cold that floods in the air that is enough to choke you, and the bizarre smell of unholiness and unliving.

Not to mention the eeriness and the heaviness of your emotions. You want to scream but you cannot. You try to breathe but these beasts take hold of that.

"Today is the first day where the moon will be full soon," I opened my eyes and the face

of the man I met a year ago took my emotions away. "Since it is technically already morning, the moon will be full later at night-where my wedding will also take place." A glance at my face and Tyler only gave me a wolfish grin.

I responded with my signature smile. My heart beats back to its normal rhythm as the visions in the air halted. Yet the cries did not dissipate.

"I would very much appreciate it if the drama will end here and the mystery will be solved within this hour-" A series of embers danced in his fingertips as he lifted it for everyone to see. "Please," he added. Begged.

I stood, willing to 'sacrifice' myself that it was me since I was technically been marked by Hearteaters by birth. Every time I see the fuming expression of my fiancé, it saddens me and makes my heart skip a beat.

I would rather take the blame for something I did not do than to see my beloved, the only man who cared for me, vivaciously letting anger danced in his eyes.

; After all, I am sacrificed to the Alpha.

Tyler saw me stand-I am the only one who did amidst the seated crowd of werewolves

and humans in the arena.

But Jason, reading my face, immediately knew what I was up to. I ignore the murmurs and whispering voices around me as I walk towards the stage. I rather be shamed now than later on be rumored that my apparent arrival broke the peace that has long flourished in Stella's Soul.

"It was me." But those words did not come from my mouth.

I slowly turn around. I braced myself, prayed to Aurora, Stella, and Selena that it wasn't the people I cared about that betrayed us.

Betrayed me.

"It was me," her voice reiterated.

  I exhaled, finally being able to summon all the courage left in my heart. "Why?" I let those words echoed in my ears-my own words-as I looked at her with heartache and wonder, of curiosity and anguish I cannot stop swirling inside me.

'I will not accept this,' I mused. 'She's just lying.'

As if she could hear me, she remained silent. Maybe my face made her speechless. We

are the only ones standing amidst the sea of people in their chairs.

They looked up to us. But my eyes remained on her eyes, on her face and soul. "Why?"

She just shook her head; I shook my head. Pain flowed through every vein inside me like

a river of untamed dismay.

"I am the one who let the Hearteaters inside Stella's Soul." Rowena Cruz's face made me shed a tear, my heart shattering into thousand shards of sadness as I collapsed to the earth and wailed.

  I cried, for I was hurt by Rowena's betrayal...