The Alpha Killed My Husband

20| Messy Mind Scribbling

I do a light shuffling tap dance across the marble superhighway. The third floor of the incredulous skyscraper mansion is my destination.

The Mansion is named after Rudransh’s great-grandfather and founder of the Shenoy empire, Mr. Aadi Vinayak Shenoy—former oil king and a business tycoon.

Yes! The Alpha Mansion is officially christened as ‘The Vinayaka's’ and was built in the early two-thousands for a joint residence of his family of six.

Over the years, the title became redundant and was later dropped off by Alpha King Atharva.

The Shenoys are not only rulers but one of the richest business families in the region that owns a f*****g legacy in the oil, automobile, and telecommunication sectors. They are not only billionaires but one of the richest families in the world.

To date, the Mansion has only accommodated Alphas of a certain pack—Shenoys, which is why the country recognizes it as the Alpha Mansion ordinarily.

It is a skyscraper at twenty-f*****g-eight stories. It is a ridiculous massive…and well beautiful masterpiece.

I am in disbelief at my naivety that I have only come to know of its mightiness just now despite living under the same roof for more than a week. (On the fifth floor)

The Weekly or any other lame website that claims to know it all was utterly, unbelievingly useless. Either that or they are delusional.

The Vinayaka’s is much more than the second most expensive residence in the world. It’s a paradise designed by an aspiring blend of cultures, traditions, talents, and love.

I am honoured, Your Highness. I could not have expected a woman more intelligent than you. You are super fast! Nagini pipes in sarcastically.

Can you blame the tortoise pace on the unfathomable obsession with a certain Alpha’s seducing beauty? Wait a minute! You do not even touch a strand of his hair. Mercy, my lord! I almost accused you over nothing!

I purse my lips in a thin line at the evidently humiliating innuendo of the crawling b***h. Moreover, I have nothing to retaliate.

After last night, I just could not stop thinking about Rudransh and what he told me about his beliefs, his emotions, and his aspirations.

For distractions, I tried to explore the library on the ground floor. I grabbed some intriguing titles only to ruffle and toss them in less than five minutes when I could not go past a couple of paragraphs. They made as much sense as algebra did in high school.

Fuck Polynomials!

Bored and irritated, I tried scribbling my way out of the miseries. I hardly got any success.

For more than an hour, I barely wrote past the first line. Erased it. Wrote it again. Erased it again. When even the sixteenth version could not qualify as a legitimate sentence, I had to tear it into shreds.

I seethed internally, verbally abused imaginary wolves, and explored the residence.

My first aim was for the kitchen.

After twenty failed attempts in the labyrinth of interictal designs that caused a slight ache to the side of my temples, I stumbled into a loaded pantry with thirteen staff eyeing me in panicked bewilderment.

The staff immediately bows at me, freaking over the raid. There was a sudden rush of activities and clanks of utensils.

I was sheepish throughout the interaction, asking them if they could feed me some spicy snacks. I was craving mini fish tacos suddenly. Maybe, the lack of food in my stomach messed up my mind.

I remember how my mother used to keep them ready in wonton cups as an after-school snack. She’d make me cherish the little wonders while she’d enquire about my day in detail. It used to be a heart-hearting conversation.

Mother was never judgemental. She would only listen to me attentively, deadpan here and there, and suggest solutions to some of the world’s biggest troubles of a sophomore, the surprise text or a coming olympiad.

‘Please, this way, Ma’am.’ Casey William, a lady in her early thirties and the head of the pantry wing, politely guides me to a mini bar outside the pantry storage.

Deceptive, it was not a ‘mini bar’ from any angle. Rather it was a long cellar with cocktail cabinets, a see-through refrigerator, and a piano deck that pipes exquisite wines from the keynotes.

It was painted in dark oakwood shades with golden rims. The lights were dim but the wall-sized windows ventilated amply.

I spent the next ten minutes trying caipirinhas and croquembouche as the chef prepared one of the best mini fish tacos I have ever feasted on after my mother's course.

‘I hope it matches your standards, Luna?’ Casey asked me. Her beautiful face was full of hope as she watched me cherish each bite of the heavenly goodies.

I stare at her for a good minute with my mouth full of tacos. ‘Umm…it’s delicious! The best I have ever tasted.’ I tell her honestly, happy at getting rid of the wolf’s tormentingly gorgeous face for once.

‘Thank you!’ She beams at me with courtesy. ‘Alpha Rudransh always licks his fingers clean. He loves wonton cups so much. You never seemed to like them before. I am thrilled that you gave it a shot, Luna.’ Casey deadpans with a teasing smile that she quickly masks when noticing the murderous glare.

She disappears with the staff hurriedly and I am alone again.

And there the peace went…

Alpha Rudransh’s face is back in my vision with his overwhelming hotness.

So, he likes spicey fish tacos too!

The similarity strikes a chord and I feel I know him a bit closer. From my time in the mansion beside him, I could not help but observe his little habits.

From the way, he struggles with his tie every morning to the way he likes his shoes to be clean and in place. He is not a clean freak but ain’t the messy one too. He has a priority list when it comes to sorting things out.

The files, tablets, laptops, papers… envelopes are always in order. His vast collection of formals is kept in a scheduled order. Rudransh dresses for places.

I groan at my pathetic self, rubbing the side of my ears. There is no way, I’d get my mind off of him and his beautiful eyes, the broad shoulder, chiseled abs, stubble over the sharp jawline, lean torso, and the tent of his cro—

I shook my head at the dirty thought as I slapped my cheek mercilessly. My head was spinning with images of him lying almost naked beside me under the moonlit sky. Close yet far! His eyes were exploring the vast sky but he did not display any intention of exploring me.

On anything, Rudransh lay on the farthest corner with his palms below his head and a knowing smile on his face. He did not pull me to him when I slipped into the sheets. He did not complain about the distance between us. He did not whisper the sweet nothings in my ear. He did not touch me like he always does.

Ideally, it should have relieved me.

It did not.

It only pissed me off against my own will. It shouldn’t have but it did. My arms were itching to trace the shape of his abs and feel the warmth of his glistening skin. I wanted to kiss his adam’s apple. I wanted to run my hands all over him, pull on his hair to make him groan.

My eyes involuntarily flickered back and forth between his eyes and the visible bent. I had to physically refrain from moving the elastic down and trace the length of him with my hands.

A very unholy image appeared in my mind, making me squeeze my eyes shut.

He has to be big! Nagini whistles, bringing me back to the present. I gulp a chunk of air and sprint to the elevator instead.

Granted, I have known of its grandness. Still, the in-depth knowledge of sheer luxury was unknown to me. I am out of breath.

I roll my eyes heavenwards to bring my heartbeats down to normal, fumbling with the elevator button. I am heaving like I have run a 10 km marathon barefoot.

‘I hope this is the right one.’ I breathe, eyeing the digital buttons.

Much to my despair, there are nine high-speed elevators in the house—each for a different purpose and floor. I have already explored three of those and haven’t figured out the one to use for Alpha’s office yet.

The rough map is confusing with three residential wings, three helipads, a one-eighty-car garage, an event room, a fifty-seat theatre, terrace gardens, a swimming pool, a sauna, a spa, a health center, a temple, and a snow room. It spits out snowflakes from the walls.

The tower is six hundred feet tall, over forty thousand square meters. The more I explore, the tinier I feel. I have always taken pride in living in a castle. My palace used to be eye-candy in matters of architectural marvels. Now watching nothing but the magic of money unfolding with bare eyes, I feel it unjustifiable to even compare.

The elevator dings over and I’m in Rudransh's office right away.