Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

The road to the basement is as dark as the crow's wings perched atop a leafless tree.

From the party to here is a motherfucking almost fifteen minutes' walk. It's a good thing I am not wearing stiletto shoes.

"I'll wait for you outside," Jose then crossed his arms as he turned around. The wind howled as I turned on my heel, walking like a panther in the hopes that me and Jose's mission would go unnoticeable.

We bravely hope.

The stairs were steeped as I climbed down with only five steps before the door. I pressed my left palm on the wall of brick since no railing can be gripped by my hands. Rough and hard, but I ignored those two. This is not a time to complain like an entitled woman.

"It's locked, Jose." Jose sucked a breath before going down with me very quickly, as fast as lightning. As soon as he stopped, Jose froze the glinting metal under the light of the Worm Moon, the name of March's full moon. Frost devoured it. The strength of coldness wrapped the metal silver lock and, with one push of Jose's mighty fist, it broke and crashed on the ground into tiny icy pieces. The sound echoed and I bit my lip.

"Half an hour, Elaine." But Jose didn't seem alarmed by the sound of the metal covered in ice cracking in the stone-cold earth. My white wedge shoes were covered by a bit of frost and snow as well.

I nod to the number of minutes he gave me. Jose is literally this guy bestfriend everyone must have. If Tyler is my partner-in-crime, Jose is my partner-in-murder.

The door shut behind me. As I slowly walk forward, my shoes clinking in every step, mist of air appears every time I exhale. It's so cold down here even with the heat of the flames from the torches.

Contrary to the modernity of the surface in Stella's Soul, the basement-the underground-seems ancient. One that I see in historical and medieval movies and T.V. series. Only the light of the fire illuminates the path before me.

There are so many empty prison cells. The place reeks of pig shit and several other shit I cannot distinguish. When I heard the grunting of a woman, I immediately ran towards the source of that noise.

"Rowena?" The light from the torches is not enough for me to recognize if this woman is really her.

I can see the figure standing from the corner and walking towards me. A few bars on the central upper part of the wall behind serves as a tiny window, letting the moonlight enter in the cell.

I finally sighed with relief when a moonbeam shone in her face, the face of the old woman I came for. Rowena Cruz.

  One look and I can see this is the only moment she stopped crying the second she heard my voice calling out for her name.

"E-Elaine?" She let out a breathy, nervous laugh. "Why are you here?"

  I compelled the ocean of tears in me at bay. "I wanted to see you. Before midnight, before my wedding..."

Then she wept, collapsing to the murky ground of the prison cell. The fat, rusty iron bars are the only ones that separate us. I stretched out my hands to her and hers to mine.     "I'm so, so sorry."

I looked down at the food on the plate left for her at the side, where vermins are feasting on a bone of chicken and rancid-looking rice.

"I'm sorry, too," I muttered. Though I do not really know what I am asking for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Rowena. That I wasn't there for you, that I did not defend you stood up for you. I was so shocked and nailed in place that I could not mutter a word in front of the Three Alphas. I. Am. So. Sorry."

Then I weep with her. Our synchronized cry is like an orchestra without a conductor. A thunderstorm without rain. A violinist playing a broken instrument.

She was imprisoned here, in this dark place beneath the ground. An abyss of loneliness,

the place where the traitors are punished.

Traitors-I'm meeting with a traitor, talking to a traitor. Crying with a traitor.

  "Why did you do it?" Her head hoisted upon hearing that question. "Why?" I asked gently.

  Then, as if the God of Anger possessed me, my rage broke free from its cage.

"WHY?!"

Rowena flinched and released my hand. She collapsed to the floor as I slowly lifted my legs to stand up. "You were the first woman I met here in Stella's Soul. The first one I trusted after being abducted. And now, you—"noveldrama

"They will be removing my memories and replacing it with a fake one," she murmured so softly that I almost could not hear it due to the heaving of my chest. "The Amber Pack will be the one in-charge to punish me despite my status as being a widow of an Alpha."

"Where will you go?" I finally calmed down.

She took a deep breath while hugging her legs. "They will be sending me to a seasonal servant named Nicole, who owns a boutique and I will be taking the identity of an old tailor that has long worked under him or her. I don't know who this Nicole is, if this person is a she or a he." 'Both,' the voice in my mind giggled. There's only one Nicole I know that is a seasonal servant and owns a boutique.

I sighed with relief when I found out what kind of punishment she's going to receive. "At least they are not going to display your head on a pike.” I anxiously laughed.

Rowena did not smile or grin. 'Gosh, that was a bad joke.' I whispered to myself.

Then silence befalls between us, deafening and unbroken. Me and Rowena are both

debating on who to break the quietude.