All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE WEREWOLF AND HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

“I see you’ve brought your little half-blood,” said the man Christopher introduced to me as Marlowe Elderman.He looked like a man that was never off guard, one that never smiled and never changed his mind. His eyes were the eyes of a killer. I was sure of it. The same eyes glared from the younger man standing at his side.Luke Elderman. The man I had apparently come here to marry. He stood there unyielding and firm as a rock with his hair as black as the shadows he was lurking in, observing.“Is everything ready for the ceremony?” Christopher asked.“Yes, old friend. But for your sake, I hope you haven’t forgotten our bargain.” Marlowe’s voice was sharp and cold.He stepped forward from his desk, towering over Christopher like a shadow stretching and darkening everything in its wake.“The second you delay on our promise is the second I throw her out to the wolves. You know me well enough to know that I always keep my promises.”I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. Bargain?

The hot light from the morning sun woke me up, and for a moment, I wanted it all to be a dream. The hellhounds that tried to kill me, the strange world, and Luke Elderman, the cruel billionaire werewolf who had become my husband in less than a day.I forced myself to sit up slowly before I realized that this wasn’t my room, and the silk maxi dress I wore for the ball was gone. In its place clung a flimsy vintage nightdress that had the scent I recognized instantly.Luke Elderman.I wondered who put me in a nightdress, and my pulse spiked.I was in his room, and I had slept in his bed. Why? My mind raced with a million questions.Did he bring me here? Did something happen between us?I clutched the sheets to my chest, panic at my throat.“Well, well,” a voice drawled. “Sleeping beauty awakens at last.”My head whipped towards the door.Desmond Burton leaned casually against the frame. His eyes locked on me, burning, and I forgot how to breathe.“You look… adorable when you’re confused.

Three days earlier“Which halfblood?” I asked, my eyes fixed on Henrietta’s chestnut gaze. My grip tightened on her arms. Fear clouded her expression, chased quickly by regret, as though she already knew she should not have told me sooner what she’d heard Jaigan discuss.She sneered, tossing her head back in a brittle laugh.“Which one do you think? I heard Jaigan tell Primus to make sure your sweet, precious halfblood dies before the day is over. He even gave Primus his best hellhounds. All for one stupid little...” She faltered when she saw me reach for my jacket and keys.“What are you doing? Luke? Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of saving her.” She moved to block my path, her smaller frame braced against me. Her hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. I peeled her hand away.“I swore an oath to the Magistrate to protect the last Regalia and that’s what I’m doing.”“No! Don’t you understand? You need to let her die and you’ll be severed from her. It will hurt, yes,