The Alpha Killed My Husband

19 (A)| A Feast to remember

The hotel is exquisite and least to say opulent. I only remember seeing such a grandeur palace on weekly Magazine covers in past years.

Speaking of which, I remember how I am neglecting writing these days. I have not penned down once in almost forever.

What used to be a daily habit has become a rarely touched treasure in less than a week all thanks to his royal almightiness.

Rudransh’s easiness has started to rub off on me like a filthy bacteria. At this rate, I am going to catch the flu soon.

The whole drama of becoming Luna, trying to accustom to this completely absurd lifestyle, and figuring out my confusing emotions is taking a toll on me. It makes me forget that I have not done something so soul-soothing in ages.

Get a hold of yourself! I remind myself. Even somewhere in the faintest corner of my heart I know I am going to lose my s**t real soon. It’s making me cynical.

How can I not when the overly handsome Alpha is all out seducing me? Even though no verbals were exchanged, I can sense Rudransh has taken the turn downs as a challenge—interpreting my lack of desires on another embankment. It could be a silent truce, but he has made a pact. It’s all in the air.

‘I am going to make you beg, Aary. I think you have forgotten the charm of your mate just because I let you off. You are going to regret playing with me. Alpha City will hear you screaming my name.’ He had challenged me while I was gasping like a fish out of water underneath him.

A goodnight kiss had flamed into a steamy makeout session. I'd almost lost myself had a gunshot not interrupted it. Even the recollection is enough to run a shiver down my spine. I had to clench my thighs and bite the inside of my cheeks. It was hotter than the summer in the desert.

Although I did not utter a word in my defense, I knew he was lingering on the hint and knew the effect he had on me. His arrogant smirk spoke itself.

‘Oh, stop frowning like a chicken already! Get over that contest s**t! We are going to make it through the finalists. Live in the moment for once, dumbshit. You are such a b***h, Aary.’ Rudransh cries, rolling his eyes.

I watch him striding towards the main entrance with his hands stuffed down his pocket. He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets a dramatic gust of breath. He slightly slumps his shoulder down in a pseudo reflection of how tiresome it is for him.

To retaliate, I roll my eyes too. Thankfully, the security personnel is walking briskly at some paces, out of our hearing range to audience the drama.

‘Pretending like you don’t care when every f*****g cell of your body is yanking off to get the designation. You call me a b***h, huh?’ I growl slowly.

I notice how he trims his accent while in public. It is like he completely transforms himself into a mirror opposite of him Just for the sake of it.

Broad shoulders always alert, towering in full height, an easy knowing smile on his face, and the charismatic aura that he is so famous for—while amongst people, he pretends to be a usually dominating, exhaustively intimidating Alpha who wants everything on point at the snap of his finger.

Being a royalty since birth, I have been trained to speak what is right rather than what I believe. It's a process called 'blending in'. The rule is simple, play the ‘pretend game’ while in the limelight. Every turn, gesture, and smile is rehearsed in the safe confines of royal chambers.

Before stepping down the Limousine or a limited edition Lamborghini, the stress pimples are concealed, hairs are tucked at right angles, and dark circles are bleached out of appearance. Thankfully, it has become less chaos now.

‘It doesn’t bring my panties in twitch though. Granted it’s a big deal but I am not weeping over it every f*****g second of my life.’ Alpha snickers. ‘I don’t behave as the sun shines through my d**k. Loosen up before your pea-sized head explodes. Just a bit of free advice!’ He pokes to the side of my ribs in the guise of scratching his abdomen.

Surprisingly, there isn’t a tinge of offense. In less than a week, I have become accustomed to his casualness. I’d be lying if I claim to dislike it. It’s always a friendly conversation with an adequate amount of openness this way. I can almost pour my heart out.

At close quarters, Rudransh is more understanding, calm, sensible, and funny. He does not use his sassiness often and listens to every single syllable as if his life depends on it but he can be a handful to handle when it comes to mischiefs.

Every day is a new beginning for him. A new shade is revealed—intriguing and unexpected. He respects my opinions even if he does not agree with half of it.

Up close, he does not dictate or seem eager to dominate, he loses control. He lets me take the lead. He plays himself without a care in the world.

‘What if I fail you?’ I voice out what has been bothering me ever since I’ve read the gazette. ‘What if I am not what you think I am? What if I do not make it through the first or second round? Will you still love me? Respect me? Won’t you blame me for losing something so prominent and excessively powerful? Won’t you regret that you chose me over the thousands of she-wolves who could have been a better luna?’

I did not realize I was panting and had stopped walking. Rudransh had halted too. He looms over me for more than a second. His dark eyes search my face under the bright chandelier.

He peers intently as if adamant about seeing through the shell I have created as if he wants to touch my soul. My eyes fall on his plump lips that have almost…almost formed a cute pout that I’d readily smooch.

I wait for him to c***k up and confess. I want to hear him say how important it is and that I better not mess his golden chance up, that he’d eat me alive, kill me in cold blood, hang my body in the middle of the square. I want him to terrify me, thrash me, and show his real self that I have been taught about through dozens of textbooks.

I badly want him to peel over this wooing persona and show the real possessive, dominating, dumbass arrogant Alpha wolf that he must be.

The one I can loathe without a doubt.

He does not.

Rudrnash politely grips my wrists as he guides me on the steps without bothering with a glance around. His guards stop outside. No words are exchanged, but the air has changed. Rudransh isn’t as chirpy anymore.

I cannot decipher his thoughts, but he seems to be immersed in them. His brows have frowned in confusion, nostrils flared.

The valet bows in our honor as he opens the door to a paradise I have only seen in movies.

Rudransh ignores the wolf with ease. It hints at the ruined mood all thanks to my stupidly big mouth. I ignore the knot in my stomach and satisfy myself with a counterfeiting reason.

It’s the basic rule to the throne, the prime chair—never be polite to those inferior. He cannot just go around hi-fi-ng with maids.

As we stepped inside, around eight wolves greets us with hospitable smiles. Three of them are she-wolves wrapped in the traditional wear of Cape Comorin, saree. They bow with their palms joined in a traditional Namaste.

Rudransh did not reciprocate their warmness. He is curt and sullen—the most I have ever seen him.

The rigidness makes me uneasy.

Umm…stolen moments? Nagini teases surly out of nowhere. Enjoy the eve, babe!

It is in moments like these that I really hate sharing a body with her. I’d rather give my soul to become a human, a fairy, or worse a witch. At least, I wouldn’t have to tolerate an immature waterhorse in the head all the time.

As much as I’d love to announce it, Nagini is an intolerable crab that I’d rather chop, fry, and serve first thing in the breakfast with an overly amicable smile than give space in my head.

‘Are you really not seeing how much I don’t care about your opinions...like ever?’ She counters.

Not now, Princess! Not now! I huff a silent breath and observe my surroundings instead. Anything to be away from her.

The interior decoration is at par with Buckingham Palace. It's all royal vibes to snitch you off the cash. It's the key. Ain't it? They'd treat the guests as some prince charming hopping off an Arabian horse's back after a knuckle-tight pool match, only to swipe your credit card on the brink of bankruptcy.

Since when did you become a miser? The hedgehog head pipes in uninvited.

Appy Lane? I remind her dearly.

The entrance is adorned with flowers, lanterns, and of course the infamous golden covers.

A set of marvelous mermaid fountains pirouette on either side. There is a special champagne fountain with red vines that changes shades to the rhythm of the music.

It sprinkles water in a tryst with dim seducing beats which sets the ambiance apart from the rest of the places I have ever been to.

I do not have to look up, I can already see the silhouette of the beautiful glass piece chandelier in the Italian tiles below my stilettos. The red carpet awaits us.

‘Alpha Rudransh. Luna Aaradhya. It’s an honor to host you tonight.’ An old wolf, cladded in an expensive three-piece suit, bows at us. His wrinkled face breaks into a jolly grin.

‘Cut it short, Zavier. We ain’t your regular first-timers. You entertained us on the previous Saturday too.’ Rudransh snaps coldly.

I press my lips together. His tone picks my heartbeats. The old wolf’s face fell and the staff visibly flinch. It's the demon mode on.

I am going to set myself on fire. Nagini proclaims.

I pinch the bridge of my nose where a stress headache is already percolating. The dinner was a bad idea.

'Shall we?' Alpha stretches his palms out. I dutifully obliged. He leads me through a brightly lit passage that opens up to a spiral glass staircase. The center wraps around a shimmering pillar like a huge python. The refraction creates a dilemma.

To the left is a strolling area with fluffy cushion couches that overlooks an infinity pool. Beyond it, an open lawn accommodates a small get-together. A live orchestra plays melodious tunes.

It would have been such a romantic night. I sigh.

'Table for two, private.' Rudransh mumbles without even a second glance at the young she-wolf who was already ogling at him. She smiles, putting her fine teeth on display, and nods enthusiastically.

'Good evening, Alpha. Luna!' She bows at a ninety-degree with her joined palms. 'Any more specifications?' She asks, already leading the way.

'Candle lights, live music with no artist to peek at, and a sight of the full moon and ocean. Rooftop with bed!' Rudransh lets out everything in a single breath so fast that I missed the point or two. I gape at his aura of command and the ease he is roaming around with.

Long gone, the kiddo Alpha who was giggling at the balloon and galloping kinds of pasta in one go, the Alpha Wolf beside me reeks of the power and dominance.

Wait, did he ask for beds too?

A bed. Not beds! Nagini corrects.