Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I was right.

They are done eating and I was late for a couple of minutes. And because of my tardiness, a palm-sized beef steak and a lobster's head is the only thing left for me to eat amidst the abalones, crawfish, pork belly, chicken breast, beef steak, crabs, shells, and three lobsters I prepared, cooked, and bought for them.

This is all I have, all that was left for me to eat: a fucking palm-sized beef steak and lobster's head. I smashed my fist on the table due to this anger simmering inside me. I don't know if it's a good thing that they're swimming in a distance from me but I guess it's a good thing then. So that this knife and grill will not land on their eyes and throat.

I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. "Perhaps if I've been earlier, there will be more food for me to eat." I think not. Early or tardy, they will still see me as an extra baggage to the family that can just be discarded and forgotten anytime. They will still leave me scraps of food they ate despite the fact that I was the one who cooked and prepared and bought it with my own money

for them.

"I'm so done!" I decided to go back to where I put the baby turtle. I hope the crows didn't come back for it. The water is warm on my feet; the sand reminds me that I am on the beach to have fun, not to pout. But I cannot eradicate this expression on my face when I am being treated like a scullery maid who does not even have a monthly wage.

I sometimes think what Lyta said was true. Perhaps Lyta was right. I was just adopted or maybe sold to them by my real parents. Even though mom and dad kept denying that I wasn't, even though mom said she almost died when I ripped her pussy apart when she was in labor, their actions say otherwise.

And because of that, I realized I only have myself to rely on. Not like baby turtle here, who's still swimming but with his mother watching.

The mommy turtle looked at me and I can read the gratitude in its eyes. I smiled back as I stroked mommy turtle's head. "Go now with your mommy, baby turt." I picked up the hatchling and placed it on the back of the mother.

I waved goodbye as the turtles swam back to the womb of the sea, to return to their family where baby turtle will warmly be welcomed. Unlike me every time I go home from work. How I wish every family was like that...

I hoisted my head and touched my forehead. The sky is strangely gray but no thunder nor sign of rain. It suddenly began to feel cold that even the hair in my arms rose.

'What the hell is this?' I mused to myself as I rubbed off the sand and washed my footwear with the waters of the sea.

And just as I turned back, the sight made my eyes almost pop out from my face. Several crows are encircling the sky. A huge ring of black and ebony was flying in a circle just a little far away from the beach.

A little voice inside my head pushed me to investigate it, to see why the crows are flying in a circle. Everyone knows that crows love dead and decaying flesh that's why it's an emblem of death. And knowing that there is an enormous amount of crows' presence on the beach... "Oh shit! Please, God. It can't be."

I brace myself for whatever I may find in there. And when I do, well, I'm a good runner anyway. I always run around our neighbourhood every time I get into a fight with one of my family. That's my way of letting out frustration.

I inhaled and exhaled, preparing my eyes, my smell, my stomach. It's time to use these two lightning-fast feet of mine because I'm pretty sure what I may find in there is something that can freeze one to where they are standing.noveldrama

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Walking on my way to investigate, with the sand serving as my red carpet, my imagination is already giving me weird thoughts on what I may find.

"Please don't make it a dead body. Please don't make it a dead body. Please don't make it a dead body," I chanted, hoping that it would just be a huge dead whale that washed up on shore. I was just commenting on how weird the surroundings are when I saw an unusual thing on the seashore. It's so unusual that I wouldn't think that people will really do that in the beach: a couple was having sex. And not just any sex, there's a camera that stands with a black tripod. How uncanny!

The woman, who's breasts glints as a ray of sunlight cast upon it, has her two hands on the rock while her partner does her on the back in an epic dog position.

"Gosh, people really film their sex video in a public beach!" The weirdness of that made me shake my shoulders in disgust. It's a good thing they didn't do it in the sea itself where the crabs and starfish and urchins would probably be delighted in their nakedness.

I immediately walked past them. I didn't even turn around for a second time. I'm just detested by that. Why can't they do it in a room at the nearest motel? Or perhaps in the car for some privacy stuff?

I shouted for them but they just ignored me. "Hey!" I waved a hand so they could notice me. They did see me and they stopped for a heartbeat but returned to uniting their bodies in a blink. I walked towards them and it seemed they didn't feel ashamed that a teenager saw them fucking on the seashore.

"Aren't you bothered by the crows flying in circle?" I pointed to the sky and the man followed with his eyes to where I was pointing. The woman's moans become louder and more irritating. "Can't you see we're busy filming here?" I turned to the camera and almost forgot about that. "Sorry," I mumbled. But the man just gave me a middle finger. "Don't worry sweetheart," the woman turned to me. "You can join us after we finish our work," she winked. She. Freaking. Wink. God, she even has the gut to invite me for a threesome. I rolled my eyes and strode away. But I can feel their eyes following me until I vanish from their sight. I was nearing the site where the crows are still flying in a circle when that awful, unearthly smell interrupted my senses. "What the "

Even if there's a huge rock blocking, I can see the pale, lifeless hand. There's a dead body.

I puked by the rock before I peeked again. There are dead bodies.

My stomach turned upside down and vomited again by the rock. ""Bitch!" I cursed. So this is what the scent of a corpse smells like. It's very unpleasant and hair-raising and pungent that you want to spray three bottles of Victoria Secret perfume a couple of times.

I have never seen a dead body before. Maybe that's why fate let me see a hundred of them. Piles and a stack of bodies are just on the shore of the beach, a few feet away from the water. I don't think there's a sign of drowning because they're bodies are not bloated. It's also not impossible that there is already one or two corpses that caught the attention of beach goers. Maybe the people have already discovered one ahead of me. I don't know but perhaps it's just a good choice that I didn't proceed to criminology or any course that deals with murder and blood and dead bodies. I once dreamt of wearing a police uniform. I once dreamed to be a forensic doctor like I watched in TV shows like The Mentalist and True Crime and CSI. Not anymore. I guess even slicing open a cadaver would already send me sprinting away.

Perhaps being Elaine the Waitress suits me more. You know, the girly stuff.

I strolled further and the smell got even worse, to the point that it would stick to your clothes even how many times you wash them. But there's only one thing I notice that's similar to these corpses: their hearts are carved out. Like literally carved out without the use of instruments.

I think it's a bare monstrous hand that did these, pulling their beating hearts right before their sight.

And my guess was right, especially when an ebony-black entity that resembles a wolf but with ram-like horns stood ten steps away from me.

"Oh shit!" I blurted as I held my hand atop my heart.