The Alpha Killed My Husband

44| Acceptance, But Acceptable?

The next morning Nakul was gone to some distant land, shuffling through forbidden truths, dodging bullets, and knocking off enemies.

If not? Well…I’ve always imagined him doing it.

His work ethic refrained him from telling me about the locations and parties or matters incidential thereto. Mysteries surrounded him wherever he went. His work was always confidential and beyond the bounds of danger. As a General, he was expected to be at places of all sorts to finish tasks that could not have been undertaken by anyone but his brave soul faced it head unfazed by the threat.

To date, I am clueless about his work regimes, clients, and informers. I have received and answered dozens of his correspondence past his demise. Alpha Vinayaka told him, he received messages almost daily but none could comprehend the coded language he used to communicate with his informers.

I do not know how he served the Pack or how he met Trupti—the mistress of a rich businessman. Only he had to undertake multiple disguises, travel to distant lands, and interact with dangerous people. I knew sometimes he pushed

That time, he did not tell about his mission or where he was expected to be at. He just told me to wait for him and that he would be back.

‘No matter what happens! I would be back for you, Ma. Please, be attentive and open. I will need your help.’ I still remember his exact words. He indeed was mysterious and oblivious as I was, I could not understand the desperation in his voice.

The week passed usually in a blur. It might have been the eighth or ninth days from his departure. I remember everything crystal clear. It was three in the morning when the doorbell rang.

It had snowed that night. Heavy snow. The Annual Festival was a week away. The Alpha had the order to decorate the streets like a bride. It was planned to be huge and unlike any celebration ever. The order was carried out throughout the night by the Municipal workers. They’d often demand to be let out on the terrace to fix the lighting past four.

Nakul’s best friend and city mayor, Shrey was overlooking the responsibility. He considered me as his own mother and never hesitated to bother in the middle of the night—something my every enthusiastic Nakul might have done had he been here.