The Alpha Killed My Husband

37| Omega Lixin

The dawn flicks its wings when the sun peeps through the dark clouds, breaking into another horrible day. I bathe in its rays and watch the night give way to one of the most dreadful mornings of my life. The invigorating aroma of coffee invades my nostrils.

I am grumpy due to fatigue and exhaustion. Anger has drained me out both mentally and physically and tiny stars blink in the vision. I am not sure how long I can hold it within me before collapsing. Still, I am holding it together.

How?

Don't dare even ask me?

Across me, the ferocious waves have subsided to calmness. Its tranquillity mingles with the shore in soft puddles. It justifies its name by being pacific for once. BUT, IT MUST BE ALL CHIRPY WHEN I AM STRUGGLING WITH AN INTERNAL STORM.

The cleaning staff is busy collecting trash that has been flooded along the waves while health freaks stretch and chase around.

I wish I could be as happy as them. I smack myself internally. Where did this come from?

Throughout the night, I figured out two of the most prominent requirements of the moment. First, I am in a crisis. Hurrah! And second, nature has something bitchy against me.

I try to freeze the carefree water with a glare. Unfortunately, the requisite superpower has yet to be bestowed. Mortified at the defeat, I turned my back to it and enjoyed the lush greenery of the lawn instead.

Down the block, the gardener mows the weeds. His assistant waters the flower bed behind him, humming to himself. He must be a recent appointment. I am seeing him for the first time.

There is spontaneous energy that sparkles freshness in the air because they are happy. I squinted at his back, wanting to burn him with my eyes. Lame! I know.

How can he be so fluky on a f*****g Monday morning? Especially when I am so sorrowful? The world should be gloomy, weepy, and stuffy. Oh, come on!

A couple of yards away from the roaring machine, I spot two she-wolves moping the rose pergola and gazebo. Every now and then, they peep at the young wolf and giggle.

My poor friend might have picked their infatuation. He must. His back profile is lean and stiff and...umm...pleasant to the eyes? He is another of the masterpieces of the wolf world.

Their looks are a grave injustice to the rest of the creatures. Why should they get the natural lean physic, gawk-able features, natural perfect hair, and organically pink lips while some of us out here have to struggle with dreadful locks, pimples before an important event, and open pores for absolutely no f*****g reason? And do not. Do. Not. Get me started with the calories!

His dark hair flops back in voluminous curls. He is pale. Everything is usual, merry, special, and it's a goddamn homecoming. The wolves are having the best time of their lives, having a luscious romance in a flower-laden garden with the perfect caressing wind, birds singing in the background and all that pathetic rom-com s**t. I wouldn't be surprised if snow falls. Meanwhile, I am getting beaten by my nemesis for a predicament.

They are optimistic, cheerful, and adventurous because life is a ride on a unicorn. I am not upset about it. Not at all! I'm pissed because I am made to walk on the pricky throne.

How is this fair? Huh? Where is justice? WHERE IS JUSTICE?

They. Can. Not. Be. Enjoying. The. Forbidden. Pleasure. When I sulk. My nostrils are flared. It must be disastrous. There shouldn’t be giggling but a wail and a cry. I do not like peace. I like wars. Wait for the arrows, bitches.

‘Hey, you! Get out of there.’ I barked at the she-wolves, interrupting their senseless banter and desirous ogling. ‘Annoying bitches! Your clothes are ridiculous. Change them and burn this pair. If you can get rid of those tangled noodles on your head, I'll twerk.’

‘Hey! It’s our uni—ha, Luna!’ The she-wolves fall silent.

The world goes eerily mute for a second. As if in slow motion, the she-wolves threw the mop on the ground, infuriated. A heavy lash is ready at the tip of their tongue when they turn around.

However, a single glance at me slaps the rationality in their titty-tiny heads. They hurriedly bow and retreat without uttering a syllable.

I feel a bit calmer. So, this is how it should be!

Alright! Next victim. Where did the charming wolf go? There you are, little prince.

‘Need I tell you individually?’ I roar at the gardener who looks ready to wet his pants. I remember he is an omega rescued from a rival pack. Rudransh told me about it a couple of days ago.

The wolf shook his head so hard that I feared he might snap his neck into two. Fortunately, he did not, but I would love to.

The little rats collect their belongings at a remarkable speed. I watch the gardener walking backwards snapping commands at his assistant, who quietly obeyed, stealing glances at me from his peripheral vision.

‘Stop right there!’ My voice is authoritative and dripping venom. I am not done yet. The wolves immediately halt and turn around with their eyes glued to the ground.

‘Get the f**k rid of that Matador before I burn it to ashes.’ I point at the awful machine. ‘It is so noisy. Gosh, it gave me a headache. Must you do it early in the morning? How am I supposed to focus when you are DJ-ing around with that bullshit? Where is your superior?’

‘But it is a noiseless version.’ The omega speaks politely. He cranes his neck up and grins at me, giving me a perfect opportunity to scrutinise his looks.

A broad forehead comes down to straight eyebrows and a pair of slanted eyes. A natural celestial nose and plump pink lips enhance his charming features. His skin is clear, free of blemishes or freckles. Ugh! There is a deep attractive glow on his face that makes me stop and gaze at him a little longer.

The wolf is created in God’s pleasurable moments. His charm is hypnotic. I blink out of my daze and fold my hands to the chest. His distractive beauty has almost made me forget his ill manners.

‘You talked back to me?’ I ask aloud, raising my eyebrows.

'I just stated facts.' He replies promptly.

‘Mercy, Luna!’ The gardener falls to his knees and cries. ‘He is new here. Does not know the conduct. Please, excuse my nephew. I will teach him and punish him severely. I apologise for the grave misconduct. Lixin!’

Lixin. A cute name.

My eyes are still focused on the charming wolf who is staring right at me with a small smile. His eyes search my face. A frown knits his finely shaped brows. A certain nastiness takes over.

‘Did someone hi—hi—hit you, Luna?’ He mumbles, curling his lips in a pout.

‘Lixin!’ His uncle reprimands him. ‘Quiet.’

My palms involuntarily cover my left cheek. A shiver runs down my spine as I blink back the tears that threatened to escape as I stare at the Omega, a little taken aback. He is standing five blocks away from me. The wolf must have sharp eyesight to catch the imprints.

‘We are sorry, Luna. Extremely very sorry!’ The wolf bows before he tries to drag the mower and his nephew away, who adamantly looks at me as if demanding an answer.

‘Are you okay?’ His concerned filled voice travels on the wind before falling on my eardrums. I feel a strange emotion stirring up.

‘Lixin, quiet! You want to die? She will kill you.’ The gardener scolds in a stern voice.

Hey! It's a grave offence here, Dear Sir. I do not go around murdering creatures for my pleasure. I am compelled by the circumstances that you have no idea about, you little devil.

I was about to roar fire when a walking figure came into my vision.

‘It is okay, Hukum. I will take care of it.’ Shantanu saunters in. ‘Lixin? Good morning, bud. How are you doing?’ He tilts his head at the omega whose eyes are unfazed and glued to my face.

‘Lixin?’ The Beta nudges him again.

‘Yeah, thank you, Beta Shantanu. I am fine.’ Lixin finally bows with a small smile. ‘I am sorry I was—’

‘It’s okay. I don’t blame you. The Mansion has some of the finest views available on the planet.’ Shantanu teases, flashing me a mocking grin. 'Beauties all around.'

I narrowed my eyes at the freshly washed Beta who was giving me smug looks as he snatched the machine off the gardener's palms and motioned them to retreat.

One of my two targets bows nervously and dashes out at lightning speed.

It was frigging fast. Lixin is still strolling.

'Lixin.' Shantanu clicks his tongue. The wolf took the hint and finally followed his uncle.

Once Beta is assured of our seclusion, he looks up with that silly knowing grin still plastered on his face. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and stares at me with a challenging pride.

‘Forgot your manners already?’ I scowled, clutching the coffee mug tighter.

I want the Banyan tree to fall on him.

Something is always sceptical about this silver wolf. He seems a bit weird from the rest of his clan. I can spot the peculiarity in his physical appearance too, and it’s envious.

His face is clearer than my future. There are no traces of masculine facial hair. He always keeps his hair back and wears a weird wristband with symbols. He keeps an adequate distance from the she-wolves no matter how much they try to throw themselves at him; it makes him unmanipulated.

Aside from being popular, successful, and well-off, he is still mateless. It could be deliberate. But then, why would a fully grown Beta sacrifice the primal pleasure that other wolves chase after?

And, of course, Alpha trusts him more than he trusts me. Not to forget the amount of time they spend together. This idiotic wolf is almost glued to his side.

‘My apologies, Luna. A Very Good Morning. Hope you have had a lovely night.’ He teases with a ninety-degree bow.

Aish this, b***h! Wanna taste my fists on your jaw? I won't charge a penny. My knuckles would love a flexing exercise.

‘The best one!’ I grit my teeth so hard; I might need a visit to the dentist soon.

‘You look tired. Did you not sleep well?’ He asks.

Look at him!

My grip on the cup gets tighter to the point where the steams prick. This seems to please him. My anger seems to please him. He is deliberately being an ass. I cannot give in to him. Nope! He isn't getting any satisfaction out of misery.

Over my dead body, Pal. Over. My. Dead. Body.

I immediately pull on a ghostly smile and answer in the sweetest voice I can manage.

‘How can I when your Alpha pounds the whole night, Shantanu? He is ruthless.’ I do not know why I have said it but I love the way his mouth fell and jaw clenched.

Strike. I giggle in my head rather evilly. Guess, I was right. He is rather something that he pretends he is not. I am not the only one disguising. Ahan, two can play a game.

‘Can you please tell him to be a little gentle? I know he loves me like anything, but I am a she-wolf in the end. I cannot take all of his passion. It’s too much for me.’ I fake a gasp, fanning my face. ‘Granted, he wants me to birth his pups. He cannot get any by destroying the responsible organ.’

‘Eh,’ The Beta is short of words as blood rushed up his face. He looks everywhere but me. He scratches his forehead, clears his throat and sucks in a sharp breath.

‘Alpha told me to tell you that he will be departing with Alpha Ronit for a meeting this evening. It will take two days at most. Please, take care of yourself. Since the administration does not trust your appointee’s calibre and yourself anymore, Omega Lixin will provide you with further assistance. Namaste!’ He bows and disappears in the mist, leaving me tangled in a whirlwind of emotions.

I am by myself again.