Chapter 6

It’s been normal for me to see women gape upon seeing me naked.

            But seeing Elaine flabbergasted…gosh, I almost forgot not to bite my lip seductively.

            I just put her down roughly on the murky ground, courtesy of this morning’s cold rain. Mud had already stained my moon-white fur earlier, splashed into my wolf body the moment she landed on the filthy ground. 

            She whimpered in pain, and I just watched her because my entirety is also aching as well.  My cerulean eyes sparkled as I can now clearly see her beautiful body under the light of the Snow Moon.    

            She has huge melons for her age, perfect and round. I bet it will just fit in my hands. Her kind peering eyes seem to feast on my unclothed body. Her hair was as black as this night—as well as luscious and a bit wavy, but not too straight either. Her skin is the color of snow and her body is the shape of an hourglass.

            I arrogantly showcased my body before her, hoping that Elaine would be aroused. I am sweating heavily, causing my mocha skin, which is the same color as the mud she was now covered in, to glisten by the moonbeam.

            I saw her forest-green eyes gazed upon the sheer sword between my thighs. It was not so hard by now as she was still in her clothes. If she was unclothed, I suppose this sword of mine will be the same length as a ruler.

            Plastering a mischievous grin on my face, I watch her lips parted slightly, as if she’s imagining my lips were between hers.

            “You seemed to be in deep thoughts, Elaine.” I finally let her hear my deep, thick voice that had sent several women dropping their underwear on the floor.

            “How did you know my—” Elaine’s eyes widened, shock and confusion were painted on her gorgeous face.

            “Welcome to Stella’s Soul, Elaine.” Upon finishing those words, I turned my back to her, and then walked away. Without bothering to look back at her or answer her question of curiosity.

            I can’t hold it. Every time I beheld her sparkling eyes, I’m imagining her naked—pounding on top of me as what previous women that weren’t a part of ‘the sacrifice’ had done.

            All of them are dying to taste and thrust on my cock except Elaine—or was she only pretending to be uninterested in me?

            I understand she was still undergoing some pondering because she just arrives in this mysterious city of Moonburn. She’s now in the icy, murky ground of Stella’s Soul instead of sleeping on the floor of Melissa’s former home—my sister-in-law’s previous abode beyond the wall.

            Elaine is feasting her eyes on the scenery. Even me, who’s been in Stella’s Soul since birth, will even gape to this magnificent place. Lush but still lavish. Classic in its style, but still fits the modern times.

            There is only one word I can describe for Stella’s Soul: home. It was the home that every homeless person and those who grew up in a chaotic household dreams of. And for Elaine…I’m glad she sees this as a home, as a place to start new—with me. With her soon-to-be family.

            I can see it in her eyes—the silent joyous face she now displays.

            Even as I walked away to clothe myself in a more decent apparel, I am still smiling. In delight and in success.

            It was the first time in our werewolf tradition that we took a ‘sacrificed’ woman without her shouting and shrieking from the stone table until we reached the inside of Stella’s Soul. Most of them demand to be returned to Moonburn, threatening to sue us with those useless human laws that we don’t even abide to.

            We have our own rules, of course. The werewolf bloodline wouldn’t last this long without rules to obey and punishment to give in case one disobeys.

            The gilded fountain, Aurora’s Waters, was among the star of Stella’s Soul. And it stood only a few inches before Elaine. I bet she’s already calculating how much karat of gold that fountain consists of.

            I entered my mansion, coated in silver paint both outside and inside, and quickly grabbed a pair of shirt and jeans in less than a minute. Thanks to my butler, who’s already snoring in his room beside the stairs, for preparing my clothes on the rose-gold couch that is situated in front of the fireplace.

            I felt bad that I prioritized wearing clothes while I left her in the filthy mud, devoured by the cold winds of this place.

            Nevertheless, I don’t want to walk nude while I carry her towards my mansion. If I walked naked, I felt like a real wolf holding a prey between my teeth with only my thick, moon-white fur keeping my entire body warm.

            I immediately shifted and sprinted towards where Elaine was. But I was shocked, at the same time relieved, that Rowena was now escorting her towards the mansion I just recently grabbed my clothes from.

            A light flashed before them, courtesy of me changing into human form.

            I stood tall, emphasizing my broad shoulders. Rowena’s head was still lowered. It was Elaine’s face who made my cheeks red.

            “I’ll escort my bride, Rowena. You may rest now,” I ordered.

            “What are you staring at, mortal? Follow me.” I don’t know why I have to act brute in front of her. Maybe because I’m embarrassed that she’ll find out that I’m as soft as a teddy bear.

            But my body craves for her, yearns for her lips.

            So, even before she could yield a step, I grabbed her arm, landing her face on my warm, bare chest. She hoisted her head and her forest-green eyes met my cerulean ones.

            The Snow Moon of February 29^th is the only witness as my lips crushed into her mouth—savoring her taste. I’ve been longing for her warm, kissable lips that I feasted on this same night a year ago.

            My hands explored her body, her temple. I seem to memorize her every curve and every inch of her skin, despite only watching her often from afar—even if I only fucked her for a night in Maine under the same Snow Moon.

            She was submissive, letting me take hold of her at this moment.

            Elaine Winona Rutherford, the eighteen-year-old mortal who I chose to be my bride, is indeed the gift of the Trinity Goddess to me as we drowned further into this sensual irresistible kiss.