The Alpha Killed My Husband

32| I Have Never Hated Someone The Way I Do

'We are just a couple of days away from the contest. The least we can do is sort out our differences and talk.' I yell exasperated. Fine, I may f****d up big time. Screw me! Damn him! But it's high time we look past it. Especially when the stakes are so high.

Rudransh blinks but does not bulge. Okay, I am going to scream at the top of my lungs and I am not gonna own up to the responsibility because he is provoking me.

'Seriously, Alpha. It's not the time. You have every right to get angry at me. I am sorry! Okay. I know it was very immature of me. But we cannot lose on this. It's...It's gonna cost you everything. Please, understand.' I check the hot water. Still, no response.

Now what? What does he want me to do? Can he not see how guilty I am?

'Rudransh! At least talk to me!' My voice crosses octaves. I am exhausted. It's not going to work this way. I hate him for making me do it. Does he even know how hard it is for me to look over my ego and confess? It's very unlike me.

'What did you do last night to me?' My voice has dropped.

Okay. I am sullen. Sue me! I have every right to be. The fucktard has been giving me the cold shoulder throughout the journey. He did not spare me a glance even though I was literally sitting right beside him the whole time.

I have been nothing but patient and more on the 'talk it all side', but the gentlewolf is all set to dodge his way out of it. Screw him, if he thinks he can!

'What do you mean?' Rudransh retorts, equally exasperated. He throws his phone and laptop on the bed. I watch the sleek device bounce a couple of times before settling in the middle.

The tiny notification lights blink at the top beside the camera. It vibrates with what I assume is an incoming message.

'You know what I mean.' I counter, coming eye-to-eye. However, I instantaneously flinch.

It's Kevin. Nagini grovels. Her hisses are venomously low. She slithers agonizingly. Her rage is my power. She yearns for action. I don't blame her. The creature is the most disgusting piece of s**t one can ever come across. Ruthless, insensitive, dominating, cunning, selfish, murderer...I can stretch it till eternity.

I can donate both of my kidneys just to buy the right to punch some softness in this wolf. Alpha, my ass!

'I don't. Mind telling me?' The narcissist retorts. He comes dangerously close to me, violating my personal space. I feel his minty breath fanning my cheeks. His dark eyes, riveted on me, spit fire.

The Alpha Wolf's anger issues are a well-known saga in both countries. It's problematic. The loosened grip on sensibility has often evoked controversies that are now buried to never have been recalled.

Kevin expresses his anger in the loudest ways. Seldom it maybe. He has been seen throwing tantrums, calling names and saying things that he knows will hit the opponent the worst. He plays it dirty.

'Cat caught your tongue? Tell me what I am missing, huh? Prude? Sterile? What would you like to call me this time?' Rudransh raises my head using his index finger.

Okay. I am a little taken aback, by the way, he was putting these things. No matter how gone I was, I am sure I wouldn't have used anything so lousy.

Or maybe I did. I have a bad mouth. I know that. Holy s**t! I rue it. I probably shouldn't have done it. I admit it. Happy there, you little motherfucker!

I shouldn't have gotten mad at something as stupid as some vampiress jingling her breasts at your unnecessarily gorgeous face. You were my enemy and I should have been indifferent. I had better things to focus on—preliminary, observing the leaders' kryptonite, establishing connections, and manipulating them like the little harridan I am.

I should have channelised my energy and gotten used to being around the elites and superpowers that never bothered inviting serpents to such mega-events to date. If Vachaspati was alive, I would have twerked afrobeats around him and rubbed them on his face. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be this close to Lilly, the fairy.

He was quite smitten.

Serpents had somewhat bad relations with the supreme powers because the Maharaja was diagnosed with an illusive supremacy disorder and couldn't crane his neck lower even when he peed. We tried many physicians. He was a hopeless case. It was incurable. So, the whole kingdom had to suffer.

It was a mystery that we longed to be out there.

And when I finally got the chance to live it all. Instead of rejoicing, I was an envious t**t and ended up drinking like a thirsty camel parched for ages.

Little hoe! I know. I have been waltzing in agony for hours now, crying my heart out in open hair and a soft as fur floor-length gown. The moon, wind, stars, and birds may have contributed. Thank you very much.

'My boobs hurt.' There! I finally let it out. Now, you better answer the damn antecedent straight away. So we can get over it. And please garnish it with lucid, comprehensible language. Give me a riddle and I might slap you.

Rudransh blinks.

Yes! The jerk only did that. Blink! Like he is hearing the words for the first time. His lips quiver. His lustful eyes stop at my heaving chest.

Then the movement begins. Rudransh slowly unbuttons his blazer and shrugs it off. He stretches his body a bit, refluxing the bulging muscles as he takes an intimidating step forward. Consequently, I took several steps back.

The dreadful feeling of getting overpowered is back. I feel suffocated. I want to run away...anywhere far away from these monsters. Another step forward. Another step back. He loosens his tie. His nostrils are flared. And then he does the unmentionable. He rips his shirt off and throws it away.

'Wh—Why—What are you doing?' I wanted to smack myself for stuttering. I hate the meekness in my voice. I sound like a frightened duck, quack-quacking its way in the pond.

Rudransh doesn't answer. His strides are predatory. Fury dances above his head in three-dimensional lights. He is possessed. He looks so scary that I doubt he ever heard anything.

My back hits something. It puts the slow yet scary movement to a halt. A sideways glance accompanied by a hysterical whimper makes the presence of a wall known. I am trapped.

Rudransh leans and slaps his gargantuan hands on either side of my head. He lowers down to the level of my eyes. A mocking smile flirts with his lips.

He got an eyebrow piercing. I notice a tiny diamond sparkling from the bushes of his dark brows.

'Showing you what we did last night.' He whispers, kissing my earlobes. His one arm snakes around my waist when he pulls me closer. I collide with his bare chest.

'We—We?' Goddamn!

'Yes, Buttercup! Tell me where does it hurt exactly?' He asks innocently when we both know he is anything but innocent.

'Here?' He cups my right breast and squeezed it lightly. I whimper immediately. They are very sensitive. 'I did not know non-existential things could hurt.' He mumbles, patting it slowly.

My eyes widen and my jaw is lying somewhere on the floor. He did not—please, tell me—he just did not insult my feminine organs just like that.

Bloody punk!

He chuckles darkly. A villainous laugh I have never heard before. 'Surprised? Reality is often the harshest to face. I know.' He continues.

I open my mouth to counter it. Anger boils my blood. I want to smack him.

Kick his testicles. Nagini suggests. Her defences are guarded.

'I have been living with it for half of my life, Aaradhya. You're a good-for-nothing wife. I wish I could return in time and change the day I took pity on your loneliness and accepted you as my mate. I could have done a lot better. Your fake promises and little tears trapped me.' Rudransh is ruthless. 'But then what can I ever expect from your kind? She-wolves, females, witches, vampires—none can be any good. I think I should have followed Thomas's footprints. He is right when he says, you are born to be fucked.'

He lets out another humiliating guffaw. It breaks something in me. A foundational belief.

You are birth to be fucked...Papa had said before pushing me into Vachaspati's arms.

I don't know why I feel extremely hurt. I should not care what he says and thinks of me or Luna. It should not matter. He is my enemy. His insults should not hurt me. I should be enraged.

I take a shaky deep breath. The bile in my throat is unbearable. Tears threatened to escape my eyes. I won't let them. I won't show him. I am not weak about how much the bitter words affect me. I will not cry. I try to convert the hurt into anger. I would not show off anger immediately. I would wait until the right time when a situation arises to insult and hurt him.

He just does not spit bullshit and get away from me.

We are cobras. Revenge. Vengeance. Indemnification. You trigger the anger of a Queen Cobra, brace yourself to be targeted and humiliated in front of people whom you care for. My anger is not as bitter as that of the Alphas. It is violent and verbally abusive.

I have been fostering it for decades now.

Rudransh is silent. His chest heaves up and down.

'You are unworthy.' I close my eyes, taking it all in. 'I should not have taken you to such a pristine place. You belong to this room, in my bed. It's the only thing you are suitable for.'

It's like I am reliving my childhood. The words are harsher and inflict wounds that can never be healed.

'I will forever be ashamed of taking you anywhere. Why did you drink when you knew you could not handle it? You are fortunate enough I took you out of there in time or instead of that vampiress, it would have been your bouncing breasts all over the world. You were f*****g gone, Aaradhya.'

Alpha punches the wall beside me. A loud growl echoes through the four walls. I didn't dare to look up and meet his eyes. My toes curl in embarrassment.

'Drinking and getting high is one thing. Being playful is one thing, but you end up traumatising half of the western continents on another whole level. I am sure the witches, fairies, and even the demons would call an extraordinary meeting before drafting an invitation to werewolves. Who knows if they might call for public voting? We have become their new worst nightmare. A laughing stock because of you! The heads that used to bow in respect are shaking with mocking laughter.'

He spits in my ears. His voice pierces my eardrums and heart. I could not retort because I had wronged him. He is right. I was terrorising. Obnoxious. Alien. But I cannot handle this Alpha piece of s**t.

'Get lost.' I spit. I don't want to see his face for a while. I am not sure what I will end up doing, but it will be no less than a massacre...this time, in the whole sanity.

Rudransh does not bulge. My eyes are downcast. I don't want him to see the moisture in them and think he has won. I will lose it all. And...well, I don't have a decent vocabulary that can fit here.

I am not so sure of other witty creatures out there. A mass of paparazzi had waited for us at the airport with those jeopardised weapons that haunt my dreams. They were strikingly flashy and came in numerous colours. Red. White. Black. Blue. Golden...name it, they will poke it under your nose so hard, you will see celestial bodies in broad daylight.

Hu-f*****g-raah!

Fortunately, Rudransh came out to be a tad bit sensitive in this matter and we were safely escorted to the Mansion with no egg yolks, footwear, or tomatoes on our faces. But it does not mean he can make such derogatory comments. He has no filter in his mouth.

'Pardon me?' The growl made me jump out of my skin. Whatever distance we have been keeping between us is trimmed until it doesn't exist.

'f**k THE HELL OFF. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU PUNK.' I yell pushing him.

He barely stumbled. 'YOU THINK YOURSELF OF SOME MIGHTY, INVINCIBLE CREATURE. MONSTER. YOU ARE A MONSTER. SHE-WOLF, FEMALE, FAIRY, VAMPIRESS, WITCH—NONE OF US ARE COMMODITIES THAT YOU CAN USE WHEN YOU ARE SAD, ALONE, HORNY, NEEDY! WE ARE YOU EQUALS.'

He snickers. HE f*****g SNICKERS.

'And what have you ever done to claim that? Ever even drive on your own? You cannot navigate your way to the city and you think you can navigate your way into administration. Bitching on tea isn't something we do. Our world does not revolve around brands and shopping. There is real s**t to handle like your drunken puke.' The voices rose and so was the temperature in the bedroom.

I am seeing red. My body shakes.

'YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU THINK BEING A FEMALE IS ALL ABOUT PARTIES. DOMINATING ASSHOLES, HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED YOUR SO-CALLED SOULMATE'S OPINIONS? HAD YOU TAKEN YOUR MIND OFF OF YOUR FREAKING p***s, YOU WOULD HAVE NOTICED THAT SHOPPING, PARTIES, GIFTS, AND DINNERS ARE NOT SOMETHING THAT WE WANT. WE DON'T WANT YOUR f*****g MANSION TO ONLY END UP TALKING TO WALLS. WE WANT A HOME MADE OF LOVE, TRUST, AND BONDING.'

'AND WE PROVIDE YOU WITH ALL OF THAT CRAP. YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A COMPLAIN MACHINE. YOU COMPLAIN WHEN I DO NOT PAY ATTENTION. YOU COMPLAIN WHEN I PAY TOO MUCH ATTENTION. IF I TOUCH YOU, WANT YOU I AM A p*****t. IF I DON'T I HAVE LOST INTEREST IN YOU. IF I TOUCH YOUR BREAST, I AM A s*x ADDICT. IF I STARE AT SOMEONE ELSE'S YOU GET JEALOUS AND WANT TO PROVE THAT YOURS IS BETTER. WHAT IN THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? YOU ARE UNBEARABLE.'

'THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE. A s*x ADDICT! I DOUBT IF YOU'D SPARED YOUR MOTHER—'

SLAP!