Filthy Rich Vampire

"No."

Luna awoke to a cold, unyielding voice of a familiar man— it was her husband!

Despite her fuzzy, unclear brain, the last statement her ears caught when she blinked her eyes open was, "My wife didn't need to try the dress herself."

She didn't notice that Apollyon had shifted her while she was asleep as she wiped the tiny drool at the corner of her mouth that had long been dried. 

Luna remembered earlier that she was facing the sky and lying on the wolf with her back to it.

Now her cheek was against the wolf's fur, clinging to the animal, while her stomach rested against the wolf's back.

She was vaguely aware that it was similar to sleeping on a velvet pillow.

Her fingers dug into this large predator's flesh and got up to glance around. 

Lips parting in disbelief, her eyes widened in shock at the crowd around them.