The Alpha Killed My Husband

4| Let Me Remind You!

The crescent moon is looming in the sky like a loner. Vague grey clouds play hide and seek with it at definite intervals. Thunders clutter in the background, filling up the dreadful silence.

Ordinarily, I love monsoon. The sprinkling air, ruffling of trees, wooshing of wind, and natural serenity of the earth would dazzle me. It used to make me fall in love with myself all the more.

Three years back, I'd been dancing on the Hanuman Hill, devoid of any care or worry in the world and soaked in my own self. I'd be cladded in a white dress and be sporting the world's finest anklet with at least three hundred bells as I'd wither from rocks to rocks and trees to trees.

Pine trees used to be my favorite. The cherry blossoms would break an effortless smile on my face. I used to love chasing the mice and rat snakes.

The rain used to be my music and the rhythm of the earth used to vibrate through my heartbeats as I would be paving away from the materialistic world and mingling with my creator, Lord AnanthNath.

It is something that I long for in the charismatic world of werewolves—the cultural spirit of the Sarp-Samrajya. The serpents used to take pride in their ethnicity, diversity, spirituality, and nation unlike the dogs who chase after an imaginary destination they tag as development.

There were problems in our country, as it is in any other nation around the globe, but there was love, care, and a sense of belongingness too. The women were not objectified to fulfill someone's s****l fantasies. They were not molested by pedophiles. They certainly hadn't had to endure the endless trauma of pleasing a beast in their beds.

'We are here!' The driver announces through an intercom before the screeching tires come to a halt.

The air is soothing and so is the rainy climate, but my heart is going through a disastrous tornado. This is it! I am about to begin a new journey as someone I have never met. I am going to step out of another fake identity to step in another—only this time, the identity isn't fictional but real and influential.

This time, I would not have to rummage through countless familiar names and claim them as my own. I will be living the life of someone who has a past, a background. Luna Aradhya comes from a big family of seven siblings. She is the daughter of a business tycoon, a steel king particularly, and is a major shareholder in her parent's company.

I have read it, seen it all as much as I could, and as much it was available to the public. She and Alpha used to be childhood friends before they tied the knot six years back on their folk's insistent.

They know each other. They understand each other. They love each other. They are the nation's eye candy. The power couple!

I gag at the thought. I certainly have had a better life than hers. I used to be a princess and a queen. I was wooed, smitten, and seduced. I have cherished more affection than hers. It would not be any problem.

I will have to endure the same limelight and events that I used to do in the Sarp-Samrajya. I will be an eye candy in a new attire. The days of begging and slums are about to be over. No Mad-Manish or chaotic Appy Lane anymore. I will live in the heart of Cape-Comorin as I will pluck out all the beauties and treasures from my nemesis one after another. Luna is just the first step, a bait I have to offer for the entrance.

'Get down!' A voice snaps from the side. It jolts me upright in fright. I look around to find the bus almost empty. Only I, Avika, and Ankita are the only ones left.

'I have taken your personal guarantee because I am such a sweetheart.' The slurry voice purrs in my ears. I hate the awful noise from the core of my heart. I am glad that it is going to be the last time I will be listening to it.

I heave out a sigh to mask the annoyance and stretch my lips in an awful excuse for a smile.

'As I have told you before, you will be remembered, Ankita...forever and ever.' I nod. I follow Avika out of the bus.

'If something happens, Madame will have my head. Madame worships her business like anything. She can tolerate anything but unsatisfied clients. Work real hard tonight and prove your worth. I don't have to tell you how werewolves are in the bed. You are no serpent to be taught from the beginning. Those reptiles are trash for our man…Madame was so upset when a serpent messed it up last time. Our men are animals. They will rip you apart and make you writhe in pleasure at the same time.' Ankita warns as she opens the door of the bus and helps us climb out.

'We will forever be indebted, Ankita. You will be worshipped for both, for your generosity and kindness. If it weren't for you…' Avika rolls her eyes as she takes in our surroundings. We are strangers to the apparent clash between the races. Serpents are hated in Cape Comorin.

The cool midnight breeze flirts with her hair shamelessly, making it go wild like her soul is about to be. She is jittery, I could tell at a single glance but she is putting in great effort unlike I, who is shivering at every step like a f*****g amateur.

My heart thumps like an elephant on opium. Adrenaline pumps in my veins. My palms are sweaty and my lips are quivering in anticipation.

'No need! It ain't I but you who will be earning. Your virginity card will play a pivotal role. Purity makes the wolves go mad. They are into busty figures more than skinny, so Komal will have a better chance. By the morning, you will be loaded with gifts and money. Just submit yourself and do not complain…!' Ankita winks before she joins the other were-women standing by the backdoor.

'I hate her and all of them. Look how these sluts look down at us. Spreading their legs for almost anyone and judging us like they are some kind of saint, taken birth for world's welfare.' Avika seethed, running a hand over her bare arms. She burns holes at Ankita's wiggling back and curses under her breath.

I ignored her comment and scanned the building. The hotel reeks of power and luxury even from its back profile. There are floors on floors with glass windows, balconies overlooking the marvelous ocean, and palm trees. At nine in the evening, it is illuminated brightly with glittering lights.

I will have to find a way to dispose of the body unnoticed. I narrow my eyes at the blinking lights of CCTV and avert to the opposite direction with a heavy heart. It is not only under heavy surveillance of cameras at the back but with guards patrolling the lounges with high-tech weapons.

Only the wrecking noise of air conditioners, chimneys, and cutleries hampers the whole experience. Though I have been surrounded by luxury my whole life, it feels like the first time I am setting foot in society.

The jitters remind me of my debut in the first ball when I was seduced by Vachaspati. The day I lost my virginity and earned the crown in exchange.

'Sarva, I am scared.' Avika whispers in my ears as she tries to drag the glimmering bold dress to cover the glass-shaped legs. Her naturally beautiful eyes are disguised into cat eyes with smokey make-up and her long waist-length hairs are left loose to flirt with the wind.

She looks bold and hot—the opposite of the innocent beauty she used to be. I take a glance at my appearance. If Avika looks like a stark image of a p**n actress walking on Las Vegas Street, I don't look any less either.

Wrapped in a thigh-length fishnet dress with a subtle fabric covering my chest and butt, I am as scantily dressed as a p********e should be. The dress hugs my dress not only perfectly, but tightly too—in short, it does not leave any ounce to imagine.

I am afraid if I bent a bit, my boobs are going to spill out of the stupid laced blouse. Ayesha has been prohibited from wearing undergarments. Even the shape of my n*****s is visible at close quarters. I feel uncomfortable and...naked.

'What if they try to r**e us?' Avika voices out my fear aloud.

No matter how tough my days in the past three years have been, I have never let any werewolf touch us. I have been protecting my dignity with every drop of blood I have in my body. I cannot believe that time is making me surrender everything precious to me. All of it because of him!

'We are stepping in the lion's den, Sarva. Ayesha might have known something so horrible which is why she was adamantly against the idea of us stepping on the pole. She has been in the business since she was fourteen. She has seen the darkest part of it. If she thinks we are incapable…'

'How long have we been wandering in the streets, Avika?' I ask, peering at the entrance where the women have started entering after a thorough inspection.

'Three years!' Avika huffs with uncertainty.

'If we can survive the streets and under bridges, the hooligans, drugs paddlers, and Mad-Manish, the Appy Lane, and Heera Bazaar without getting r***d, I am sure we can go through this one night. Even if we are used tonight, remember we are doing it to avenge. It will not make us anymore less pure. If having s*x is the only way out, have it, enjoy it—without regrets. Use the sedatives if things go out of hand. Let me remind you of the whole plan once again…' I say as I slowly approach the queue.

From the corner of my eyes, I catch a guard approaching us with a high-tech machine gun positioned in his hands. It only makes us walk faster.