The Alpha Killed My Husband

30| All Over The News!

I buried my face in a pillow and muffle a yell. Did I really do all of that?

No, your doppelganger ascended the earth to especially create your drunken catastrophe!

Shut up, Nagini! Now is not the time. I roll my eyes and nibble on my nails. I squeeze my eyes. The images of last night flash in a loop.

What the hell had gotten into my head? Mother Earth, I beg you to split open and take me in with you. It’s time I achieve Nirvana. I don’t deserve to live a second longer and suffer.

You are my worst punishment. Sins of my past life! Nagini hisses with an animalistic groan.

‘That’s it!’ I spoke out loud.

I get up and search the room for a potential weapon. A knife? Rope? Poison? Jumping off the balcony? Falling out of bed? Anything will do. Heavens may fall, I am not stepping out of this room.

I may not remember the whole thing. But whatever I do, it is enough to tell me I have made the biggest fool of myself in the history of serpents.

I will die facing strikes of thunder. I am not complaining though, I totally deserve it.

I get up to measure the height of the bed.

Around 25 inches!

‘Ah, it won't work.’ The sight didn’t help my skittish mood, but it'd at least keep me sane. Maybe I could fall repeatedly. A crucial injury may help me lose my memory.

It must work!

Or you can shape-shift into Emily? Nagini suggests.

Before I could reflect on her suggestion, my phone chimes on the side table. The screen comes to life for a second before it goes black again. Rudransh’s warning comes unwinding. Twenty-minutes!

The clock is rolling.

I hurriedly collect the essentials which aren't much—just the dress, a pair of undergarments that I find on the floor and my toothbrush lying near the foot of this king-size bed. It has been an hour, probably two (I wasn't counting) since I had shrugged out of the quilt. I did not realise it was cold here.

Seemingly, the brightness is nothing but deceptive.

I give the bed a tempting look. Every cell in my body wants me to take another dive into the wanderlust in the sheet and let go of the reins, worries, and dreadful feelings that have been pulling me back. I want to forget the scandal I created last night. Everything would vanish in a blink.

I just have to lean in. The plussy mattress will engulf me in its comforting embrace. Then, I would wrap myself in the quilt and close my eyes as I’d visualise making love with the hottest guys in the world. Soon, my body will feel feathery and I will forget all about the Ugly Thomas and the catastrophe I might have created.

Another loud chime from the side table. I know I should check my phone. It could be Avika or…or? Who else could it be? Rudransh? No! I am not answering his texts.

I don’t want to recall how he’d drag me to this room. How did I end up in his shirt with no bra and why did my t**s hurt? Shaking my head, I decided to oblige Alpha once. It’s the least I can do. I try not to think how Rudransh managed to cover it all up?

Not for him. I tell myself.

Clearly. Nagini pipes in sarcastically. I think I have so much to learn about you. I think I misinterpreted some of your feelings.

She is both sympathetic and bullying at the same time. Sympathetic because I had almost crapped my pants, and bullying because...she is just a b***h.

Lucky, slut! You don’t have to face the vamps out there. I cursed under my breath. I am just trying to pick up ruminants of my dignity off the floor.

I don't remember the last time I was so rueful. Maybe it was somewhere between the engagement and the wedding. Yeah, I was rueful. Very. Very. Rueful when I was slipping the wedding garland around Vachaspati's neck.

Lord AnatNath, what should I do? I am quizzical. Help me get over this, please! I beg as I imagine going wild and feasting all sorts of triumphant I'd like to achieve, taking over the Cape Comorin, an echoing slap on Kevin's cheeks, the melodrama, asking the jackass for reasons with unsatisfactory explanations, and I imagine preserving my self-respect.

I would give my heart, kidney, lungs, pancreas, and eyeball. I will donate every f*****g organ of mine to erase last night from the calendar. I wouldn't mind selling Rudransh’s or Shantanu’s or Avika’s organs either.

You are worried about your respect? Fret over, Rudransh’s temper, you i***t. Nagini reminds me.

Why? Why should I be scared of his anger? He can do no harm.

Generally, people who seem harmless, cute, and bubbly have the worst temper issues. It’s either they don’t lose at all or they lose it all. He is an Alpha if you have forgotten. Besides, you were a handful. Remember your tantrums.

I pause for a second. Tantrums! How can I forget them? I have never bothered throwing so many tantrums over such absurdities. I never dared with Vachaspati.

Why did I do it today then?

Rudransh has been tolerating it ever since the very beginning. He never complained. His head over heels in love with his mate is not a mystery. He is eager to be alone with Aaradhya, to be in her arms. It’s like he is never interested in anything else and even if he was, it was never with me.

Alas! He is too blind to pick the hints. He cannot see the truth.

Most serpents are free birds who can never stick to anyone. They like the rush of adrenaline in everything they do.

Marriage and commitments are never their things. I know it. It is the challenge that keeps the madness in a relationship. Females are attracted to it in the first place.

Deep down, I think, I used to take pride in taming a wandering demon too. But now I can see that I never deserved the consequences for being too easy and too reckless. I can see how beautiful and soothing commitments can be. Anyways, what happened has happened and I am not going to welp over it.

Instead, I chose to remember the second when I would rejoice at the victory on the third floor of the Vinayak Mansion, at his office.

Yeah! Just like that. And no one will stop me. The world will be below my feet.

'You are going to get it, Sarva. So what if I let myself loose for a night? It won't be remembered when I will be crowned. Rudra is a jackass who doesn't deserve any of it. He is not efficient. He doesn’t have what it takes to be the ruler. There will always be another bigger c**k to satisfy the itch.'

Cliche! But it is the best prep talk that I could come up with. I am going to walk my talk.

Bringing Emily out! Meet me in Phoenix at five. My phone chimed again. Reluctantly, I opened it. It’s Avika.

I read it as I slip into the dress and walk past the mirror.

We are going to be heeding in an hour. Rudransh is waiting. Be quick. I text back and shuffle through the scattered stuff to turn on the TV.

I flip through the channels and settle on a channel whose name I have never heard before. With a frown, I watch people yelling at each other, making a moron out of themselves, debating over some lame issue.

Is this what they call News? (you tell me!).

Is this what I will be asked to do at the United Conventions?

I do not bother with too much makeup. Just a stroke, a little dab here and there and I am done. I jogged out of the room and darted straight to the elevator.

I dodge Ronit. The tired look on his face tells me he is in a bad mood over another silly argument with Scarlet (It is inevitable) and wants to be left alone. Fortunately, he is way too preoccupied with his thoughts to catch me sneaking by. I hope I don't bump it Shantanu. I don't think I will be able to handle it.

The world outside isn't any better either (oddly resembling my mood), but it isn't the worst either. It was moderately dull outside, with a faintly whizzing breeze.

On cue, my stomach grumbles, reminding me of the lack of nutrition. My head throbs. I am dehydrated. Maybe coffee can help!

If avenging feelings and hangovers don't do anything well. At least, they put you on involuntary diets (minus turkey curries) and if the mission continues, you might see yourself getting the perfect bikini body, which was your gym goal, at no cost.

Not to forget, the more robust, better, and more stable person s**t! The one those world gurus tell you about. (Gee!)

Anyways, I am starving and food being one of the countless surviving needs, I have little option but to jolt out of the way and head to a dinner bouquet down the block. Fortunately, the hotel does not have a confusing map of the mansion and I spotted the serving counters in no time.

I am dropping by. We can go together. I'll be there in a minute! My phone chimes with a reply.

I answered with a thumbs up and put it back in the handbag. Involuntary, my eyes roll to the side where the wolf stands with his hands folded beside the pissed-off vampire.

I can see them arguing through the glass door.

Rudransh rakes his hands through his thick locks as he tries to speak, something which makes Thomas slam the table with a loud thud. Shantanu, Alpha King Atharva, and Ronit's Beta are sitting with them. Gabriel, who is guarding Thomas's back, is giving them a concerned look.

It's a private arrangement.

Thomas is sweating. His face and ears are turning red by the minute. It doesn’t make anyone flinch, but I am surely ashamed and red in the face. He is cleaning up my mess. Though I don’t clearly remember what I did last night after chugging down bottles of whiskey and tequila, it has to be f*****g intolerable for the vampire to be this pissed.

‘Your latte, Ms’. The attendant calls, dragging my attention away from the arguing authority.

I turn around and the vampire immediately freezes. His eyes narrow in recognition as he looks between me and something at my back.

I peer at him confused as I follow his vision.

There I was, in a green dress with a green fascinator, creating the biggest scandal in vampire wedding history. My face is crimson. I mounted the table and shouted at the top of my lungs. I cannot count how many times I have called him Od bla'fartie.

My eyes popped out of the socket when I jumped off the table and stumbled beside Thomas. Rudransh tried to intervene but I did not give him in. He muffled my screams but it was still coherent. I was asking Thomas what he'd do on his wedding night when he cannot climb ten steps to the altar without puffing.

If that was not enough, I split champagne on his face.

'She is the age of your granddaughter.' I yelled as Rudransh dragged me out.

I read the headlines below. Cape Comorin Crashes The Wedding: Luna Aaradhya creates rucks at First Son's wedding.

I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists to the side. Damn, it’s embarrassing. I meekly turn around and try to give the attendant a nervous smile. I flinch when the bartender slams the latte on the deck and disappears. Seemingly, I had offended the whole Vampuza in just one night.

Can anyone be more talented? I challenge. Can anyone?

They are going to ban our travel forever. Nagini concludes.