The Alpha Killed My Husband

28| And This Is Babies, How I f****d Up!

The Previous day—

The clock had rolled off to four when we had hit the road for the grand procession. The engagement was a spectacular, magical occasion with crowds cramming outside The Phoenix resembling a herd of directionless sheep. The roads were blocked throughout the city with vampires, witches, grim-reapers, ghosts, and even the fairies scattered in a confused heap at the marvellous entrance awaiting the long-due arrival of the First Son (His ugliness) and his soon-to-be bride. (A charming princess)

The city was washed over by a wave of excitement. Tiny flags waved over the countless heads as the audience hooted, aligning with the rhythms of saxophones, trampolines, and bands of the elite Army.

There were keepsake wedding souvenirs everywhere, studded brooches, wedding cards, decks, ribbons, aroma candles, figurines, calendars, cups, t-shirts, belts, bras, condoms…condoms?

The audience roared enthusiastically when the elite procession marched around with Mr Ugly Dugly in a posh 2016 Jaguar E-Type alongside a mermaid in the passenger seat. Not literally!

There were radium boards flexing pictures of Ugly Thomas with a very gorgeous and very young Emily Diaz in her arms. The couple resembles more like a father-daughter duo, considering the age gap of decades, than a bride and groom.

Plural!

They are smiling at the camera. As an aspiring model and winner of last year's The Diva, Emily outshone her hideous companion ob-damn-viously.

I so wanted to go and pile her up with questions. Significantly, why? My brain had already evaluated all the odds behind her choice. Could she be forced? Was it a deal? Was she a gold digger? Was she retarded? Gooey?

Maybe Old Bal'fartie had hypnotised her.

'It's so damn vexatious.' I wried angrily.

Rudransh gave me a concerned look which instantly turned into a frown.

'Anything wrong, Honey?' He questioned. His dreamy eyes fell upon a flock of falcons flying above our heads.

'I wanted to rip off my hairdresser’s arms and beat him to death with the wet end.' I mumbled, struggling with the throbbing pins while I smiled and waved at the crowd from a shimmering red Aston Martin V12 Vantage that distinctly neither belonged to any of us.

I was a walking miracle for multitasking in withholding myself. I demanded a damn trophy for convincingly beaming at the undisciplined crowd, cursing the words that would make my father walk out of his grave under my breath, handling a very lustful Nagini in the head and keeping my bulging t**s in a bra that is two sizes shorter than my regular one.

Or was it a riding miracle? Duh!

'It's okay. You look perfect, my love.' He smiled cheekily.

Right! I was seated beside a very dashing Rudransh Shenoy, sporting the goofiest grin I have ever seen on his face. He wore a jet black military suit, pairing it up with a cute bow, and a grey waistcoat that miraculously made him look younger, radiant, and ogle-worthy. It was his assigned wedding attire, whereas mine is an impeccably abhorrent green Vinni & Duanha.

It wasn't his fault that he could not understand the piercing pain of bobby pins poking into the scalp. He has never suffered the trauma. I made a mental note to pin at least a hundred bobby pins on the scalp at the first isolated opportunity. As a female, it's my duty to help the opposite s*x understand.

My designer had paired the Vinni & Duanha with silver pearl-studded high heels that went along with a beautiful diamond necklace. The clothes weren’t too bad. It was the hair.

Louis was an awfully piece of stinky poo who crapped his load on my head.

No, seriously!

Not only had he coloured my or Aaradhya’s (Ugh!) strands sparkling blonde so they could go along with the dress perfectly, he had tucked them in a stupid fashion that made me resemble a hen who had just been gangbanged rather than some aristocratic Luna.

On top of that, I had to wear a ridiculous-looking green fascinator to complete the attire. Because it is a custom and everyone wears it. Its feathers complete the hen crown of preposterousness at the top of my head while the net pokes into my painfully lensed turquoise eyes.

The day started on the wrong track.

‘Doesn’t it make you reminisce about our wedding, Aary? Cape Comorin was going crazy that day.’ Rudransh had the guts to purr in my ears pointing at an eternal long procession. We were third in the row alongside Ronit and Scarlet.

Alpha King and Luna Queen were generously allotted spotlight priority. For once, I was glad of the elite rulebook. At least the cameras weren’t shoved in our faces. We were covered from afar. I could curse at the safety of the windshield as much as I wanted.

The Aston Martin revived on another pathway leading to a square pouring with excessive estrogen. Only it had vampiresses outnumbering other generations who were all scantily dressed for only one purpose—catching the attention of some rich bloke who had dragged them out of the trauma of singularity.

Gold diggers. Boob gigglers, bitches!

As annoying as the day was, I was trying hard to make it through. And I was really good at it unless Alpha decided to ruin it for worse.

How in the f*****g hell am I supposed to reminisce about something I have never been part of? I don’t even f*****g know any wolf wedding rituals? Only they exchange blood, vows, and wine, and then they are straight into marking action. Hypersexual much, you tell me.

I burnt holes in the side of him, racking my brain for a reaction. In the meantime, Rudransh slowed a bit and winked at a bunch of vampiresses in bikini tops. I sucked in a sharp breath. Someone had a death wish! Louis. Alpha. Beta. Gamma. Theta. Pie. Modulus. Calculus. My ass!

Screw Designations. Damn Titles!

I tried my hardest to retain myself in the passenger seat. My hands were itching to clasp Alpha's as I'd pluck out each of his nails one by one.

If Louis had annoyed me with a chicken hairstyle, Rudransh was testing my thinner-than-thong patience. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs when he almost gasped at a vampiress who flung her top off. The semi-naked bimbo jumped like a lunatic. Her bare boobs bounced on display on the big flex screen before she was dragged away by the security.

‘Suck them Alpha. They are all yours!’ She yelled at the top of her lungs, jiggling them.

‘What the!’ My mind was numb at the debauchery. I watched the fuss wide-eyed. I looked sideways to find Rudransh sitting nonchalantly. He was unfazed.

The idea of ripping off both his arms and beating him to death with the wet end became even more tempting.

‘I don’t remember a thing, but there were boobs. A lot of them!’ I snapped through gritted teeth. It had caught his attention. He looked at me sheepishly and pressed the gas harder, but not hard enough to overtake the slow-crawling cars.

My mind had skyrocketed to a lot of deliberations. Polygamy has been a serpent’s trait, but isn’t the wolf supposed to be monogamous? Why would he be ogling at some teeny vampiresses' tiny t**s when he could have a perfect look at mine? And why the hell am I comparing Luna Aaradhya's t**s with a barely alive vamp?

As if you let him… Nagini trailed off.

I did!

You did not let him open your blouse. It was only groping over the shirt. He was begging. You tricked him by stroking his—

I could not let my nemesis get the pleasure out of my body. I am sleeping with him because it is necessary. If it weren’t for your desires, I wouldn’t have let him see my cunt. It's most sensible that I don't let him take advantage.

But you take advantage.

Because we are maybe vengeful?

So, we can take advantage?

Obviously!

Villani much!

Oh hello, we are the main characters. Power girls!

With conflicted emotions?

I am not conflicted.

Then you should not be seething in jealousy when he gets it out of other willing partners. Besides, you are his Luna for the time being. Fake or not? He is expecting to get laid. Poor Wolf has to make a proposition of having litters as an excuse to have. It’s torture.

I am not jealous, Queen. Why are you so concerned about his needs? We are here to make him suffer. If denying him s*x does it for us. Go, little shut-cunt!

You are making up things because you like him. His touches give you jitters. You are scared that you will not be able to hold back.

I DO NOT. You lust him, Nagini! I counter, ignoring her other irrelevant comments.

He is hot and…big! Nagini defended. It’s torture for me too. I want to get laid. It isn't wrong. It has been so long... Anyways, I know you are lying. His touches make you lose your mind and you are jealousssss. She sang in a screechy voice.

Am not.

Are so!

‘I love you, Mate.’ Rudransh interrupted the banter. He put his palms over mine and squeezed them softly. A gesture he’d only use when he wants to reassure me.

You know his habits. The serpent flapped her enormous tail.

In the past, it has calmed me out a bit and I might have liked it. At that moment, it burnt my palm. I snatched my hands away harshly and secured them in my lap.

He can go hold Ms Bikini Tops' hands or her t**s for all I care.

Instead of apologising, the almighty had the audacity to chuckle. ‘You are my mate, Aary. No matter how many beautiful faces I’ll be seeing there, none of them would be the first to be in my vision. I only have eyes for you—’

‘And d**k for them!’ I interjected in a chipped tone. I hated how offended I sounded. It only accelerated my anger. I fisted my hands to the side and directed my frown at the crowd.

In the meantime, a young vampire threw a stuffed toy at me with a cheeky grin. It was a baby polar bear. ‘You are beautiful.’ The heart-shaped bow around its head read.

I ripped its head off and threw it at his face. His grin instantly vanished when he looked into my poky lensed eyes with a crestfallen look.

Shoo-away, blood-sucking demon! You don't want to tackle the wrath of a peeved cobra.

‘My d**k is only yours, Aary.’ Rudransh hurriedly added. ‘All eight—’

‘I don’t care. You can go and ogle at every pair of t**s out there. Pink, purple, brown nips. I do not give two flying f***s!’ I yelled, shoving a finger in his face. However, I instantly regretted it when amusement spread over the whole of his face.

He let out another hearty chuckle and shook his head.

‘I never ever touched anyone else, Aary. I am taking my vows to the grave. You and only you! You are the only one I have ever wanted. You are and will be my only one. I promise. I only like your t**s. Pink nips! Why else would I want to make a family? It will strengthen our relationship. It will bring us closer.’

‘It will give you an excuse to have s*x with me. I know you are craving a cunt. Why else would you stare at her mounds?’ I was practically shaking with anger. ‘You were not even offended.’ I added hastily.

Rudransh was silent for a moment. It enraged me to new heights. Ideally, he should have started convincing me already. Instead, he was giving all the time in the world to ponder deeply.

I was ready to pull his hair, break his nose, and that perfect jawline. My feet shook to kick his testicles. I wanted to smear his blood all over the luxurious car. And I was not going to pay a penny for it! He had no right to be so freaking gorgeous and obnoxiously irksome. It's unfair!

‘It happens! We cannot react openly. It will only encourage them. They do it to get noticed. The vamp just gifted you a cute souvenir. I did not mind it.’ He talked slowly as if chatting with a kid.

‘He did not flash me his d**k. The vampiress was jiggling it out for you and I believe you don’t dislike it. You absolutely do not want to fill up my p***y so I can be glued to your bed for 75 days, ruining my v****a, breeding litter while you can wander around freely staring at bikini-cladded t**s. I am not getting pregnant with you ever.’

Besides, my boobs are better! I wanted to add it but kept it to myself. Rudransh could not reply to that.

We had already entered the driveway to the chapel. The arguments were not confined to the safety of the car anymore. Beyond that, everything was a fake game.