The Alpha Killed My Husband

8| Atharva Hospital

Atharva Hospital.

The billboard is illuminated with bright lights over the top of a glass building. It's tall and visibly even from far. I crane my neck up and stare at the building with so many emotions creating a tornado inside my heart that I almost lost it. My breath is hitched and my eyes wide as a soccer ball.

I am close to hyperventilating. I am this close to fainting myself as the two glass doors beam at me with mocking pride and could not welcome me even when a huge welcome with two icons on each side greets me with hospitality. It is a statue of a lady with her palms joined together in iconic Namaste. I recall it to be a traditional greeting of the werewolves of this pack.

Adrenaline pumps in my veins with anticipation. The hospital entrance itself is patrolled with various guards. Even the sight of them makes my heart drop in my stomach.

I can do it! I tell myself in reassurance. I am hungry for victory and I am only a couple of steps away from securing it.

Eyes on the prize, Sarva! I chant the obscure thought like a mantra, inhaling a couple of deep and long breaths. I feel a timid presence beside me and I know Avika is looking around with as much alertness as she could while she pathetically tries to control her shivers.

'This is not...' She gulps down her fright. Her lack of belief annoys me and so does her timidness. She must be confident, ready to sacrifice—it is expected of her. She should be courageous. She should be marching forward with bravery, ready to give every ounce of blood for the sake of the throne and me.

Why the held is she using me as a shield when I need to use her as a cover? I grunt in annoyance and burn a hole to the side of her head.

'Stop moving around so much!' I snap at her and her movements immediately come to a jolt. She looks at me slowly as if she was hesitant. It must be the coldness in my voice that made her shocked. Nonetheless, her lips shivered when she looks into my eyes.

With my arrival at the Alpha City, she knew the old Sarvayoni, the queen of Sarp-Samrajya is back. The Nagini that scared the s**t out of people is seething for revenge. The venomous creature that everyone bowed before is ready to pounce her way to someone's neck. The Cobra that has always been served at her heart's desires has retreated to take over. The supreme beauty and born ruler is inches away from achieving all she has ever dreamt of.

My name will be Crown of the History! It leaps in joy. My mind flashes back to Armaan and I wonder if the police have already discovered his body in the washroom. I do not feel an ounce of guilt about taking his wife. Sacrifices are an essential part of the revolution. His life was given up for a better cause. His wolf has to be proud of it.

'And they say wolves are stronger!' Nagini snorts at the recollection of when I was wrapped around the whole of his mighty frame and injected a fraction of the venom in his neck veins. As expected, he'd slightly gone rigid before falling on the surface with a thumb. Blood was sweeping out of the bite.

I watch the scene unfolding intriguingly when his human form shifted into a mighty white wolf. He was not enormous, but big enough to have sliced me off had it shifted a little prior. I'd shrug my shoulders before dragging him to the washroom and closing the door shut.

Yes, I am dreadful, a criminal, arrogant, egoistic, manipulative, selfish, and unimaginably rude—but that's what rulers should be and I do not regret anything. It is what was expected of me when I was left on the streets to beg. I have seen Vachaspati using all of the aforementioned traits and ruling the throne successfully for years to come. Serpents used to worship him, even when he was a complete asshole to half of the population.

For Mission Conquer, I am looking up to him as my role model.

'What are your plans now?' Avika asks with a quiver. I peer at her with narrowed eyes. I detect her use of vocabulary to point out that it is 'my' plan and not 'ours'.

Anger flares through me at exclusion. Does she not consider herself to be part of the army? Nagini is ready to take control of the situation too.

It has been two years before Armaan's demise, I'd last let her out. Now, when she'd broken free, she wants to explore more—proud that I am finally breaking through of the miserable state and back into my old persona. The powerful one! I feel myself soothing a bit. I have missed my Nagini so much. I have had a tough time taming her for three years, but now after Armaan's demise, she has regained her passion and strength. She has tasted blood.

It hisses out the frustration when I denied entrance. I know what it is she craved—wealth, luxury, and attention. She is such a self-centered w***e sometimes.

'Do not ask stupid questions, you moron. Have you already forgotten what I have been stuffing in your empty skull all along this forty minutes drive? You are useless, Avika.' I retorted with a blank expression. I feel a strange tinge of delight when Avika takes a couple of steps back in fright.

She was taken aback by my sudden bash of insults. It used to be our daily routine before the war. I was always tricky and hard to please. I have heard the maids back bitting about my mood swings, but it never affected me. It does not affect me now.

Her eyes were sparkling with the fear that has evaporated for almost a year now...was it hurt? It was as if she'd forgotten our hierarchy. Did she forget how she must bow and never ask questions? Do I have to teach her all the rules again? I think I will have to remind her of our positions now that we are finally breaking free and ready to reclaim.

The rules are set and should not be broken. There cannot be any amendments now.

'Do I need to ask for it, Avika?' I ask, raising an eyebrow. I do not know why but I like the feeling of being in control again. Her tormented face, flushed expression, and eyes on the tiles are satisfying me. It reminds me of the days when I used to be in control.

'N-no. I am sorry.' She stutters in a barely audible voice. Better! Nagini's hisses are delightful.

'Now, where is the exit plotted again?' I ask through clambered teeth as I slowly walk towards the main entrance. As the walls inch closer to me, I feel suffocated and desperate to leave the premise. My instincts tell me that it is not good to linger around here longer than necessary.

The filthy odor of medicine, drugs, and phenyl pervades my nostrils. It makes me gag and spreads a nasty taste in my mouth. I walk past a guard who spares me a curious glance and then retreats to pace his way to the front. He is tall, bulky, and well-proportioned. He walks to the front desk and whispers something in the wolf's ears.

I watch the exchange with a frown, trying to comprehend anything out of it. I am suspicious that the guard might have sensed something.

Has he already found out? He cannot so soon. Can he? Who is he? He seems to hold authority over the guards here. Could he be his beta or maybe the third in command?

'Just walk with confidence and indifference.' I whisper in Avika's ears who has momentarily stopped dead in her tracks. She nods quietly and follows my footstep.

As we inch near the main door, another bulky guard stops us.

'ID cards?' He asks, raising his palms forward. He waits patiently for us as we dig in our lab courts and take out the cards we'd steal from the mortuary laboratory.

'Interns?' He asks, looking at the cards and then at our faces. He reads the details with interest and nods quietly. 'Under whom?' He interrogates again, scribbling something on his tablet.

'Heart Surgeon.' I reply monotonously, trying to hide the edgy tone in my voice. He is infuriating me. If only he knew what could be coming upon him.

'You are a new superpower that history will remember. Sarvayoni, you will have to do it for the sake of all the serpents out there who look up to you to earn their freedom. Some fifty paces straight, then the first right, and first left. That's it! We are only a quarter of an hour before killing that b***h. You can do it. Mask up. Head on. Right on the path.' I remind myself to not lose my cool.

I have started to have a very bad temper...Again.

Avika nods behind me.

'Name?' He asks again.

'Dr. Pillai. Dr, Ranganathan Pillai.' Avika adds hurriedly. She might have sensed my tensed shoulder to come up with the name at once.

Some more typing and scribbling later, the guard nods at another who holds the door open for us.

'Luna Aradhya, brace yourself for us!' I smirk vicariously. Avika hurries past me. She enters the lobby and goes on to hold the door open for me.

I am such a chicken and a complete lonely loser that I did not dare meet her eyes, but I don't let it come to the surface.

The clock ticks above her head with a reverse timer. We only have twenty minutes to execute. I quietly step into the elevator and count my breath. I have to dodge the guards and Alpha himself before I will be able to enter the ICU. It will be a piece of cake after that.

Before that, I will have to find the doctor who is treating her.

'Will we kill him too?' Avika asks, fidgeting with her bracelet. She looks everywhere but at me. I frown at her change of body language and raise my eyebrows in confusion.

'The doctor?' She clarifies.

'Not till we can save him.' I nod grimly. I could have killed none if I could have avoided it.