The Alpha Killed My Husband

J| Press Conference

‘Thank you.’ Ronit puts his microphone on the table, having done answering the questions and inviting the paparazzi to Scarlet’s birthday bash coverage. He is polite, charming, and at ease. He smiles at the camera, wiping the sweat off his nose with a hand napkin. Even that earns his glances from the staff.

He elegantly gestures to his Beta, inviting him at his ear level before he whispers something to Vivan. On which the latter nods and then Ronit is beaming again while I marvel at his abilities openly. There are quite a few things that I envy about my people.

First: Ronit's confidence and his headband certainty. The situation is damned, this wolf is a born leader. If he makes up his mind about something, he is getting it.

The pigheadedness might have cost us a fortune in the past—like when we used coercion on Scarlet for the sake of Ronit’s feelings but in the end, he took the she-wolf he had his heart set upon.

Second is my mate's newfound carelessness.

Indeed, I have noticed how lively and open Aaradhya has become as if she has been born into a new life altogether. She is more expressive—happy, sad or angry, I can see it on her face. She doesn’t put on her redundant smile any longer. Her smiles are more real and come from the heart.

She is no longer the mystery that she once was. I can read her easily like an open book—I love this about her. She brings both the best and worst in me. She makes me feel alive. My skin tingles at a mere touch. Her smiles brighten up my life. Her sadness pushes me into great sorrow.

I am smitten in love with her. My faith in this relationship makes me heady.

Yet I have hit her. I rest my forehead on the stretch of my palm and sighed. I wish I could do something about this guilt. I have been trying to clear my head. Seemingly, I am taking it to my grave.

‘You alright, Brother?’ Alpha whisper asks.

I look sideways. A pair of green eyes stare at me concerned. Ronit has used his contact lenses and it’s emerald this time.

His pale face is flushed at the cheeks. He grins lopsidedly. Who’d tell that this Alpha was a chicken son-in-law, not more than some twenty minutes back when his unprivileged mother-in-law was raining slaps at his second in command?

He is your twin brother, you obtuse fucker. You have been raised alongside. Learn something. I am so done making a fool of myself time and again. It isn’t Kevin. It’s me.

My wolf never looks down upon himself. He considers an abuse. He thinks he is perfect the way he is—a masterpiece designed for the planet. Kevin gives me confidence, charm, and motivation. So, I make it a duty to keep myself in check. Too much of anything is disastrous. I don’t want to end up being an arrogant leader, f*****g up the title and position.

Cut some slack, R. We are not trying to have a tryst with him or anything. He is just a good sight. Kevin has got a temper.

My habits are the only matter we argue over. According to Kevin, I am way too kind, considerate, and sensitive. Although most of the time, my wolf is okay with it. There are times he runs out of his patience.

It’s all hot water thereafter. Right now, is one of those times.

How is he always so composed when I am crashing down to crumbles? His wolf has to be the calmest. I have got a raging bull hopping on dynamite.

I am in awe by the way Ronit has been multitasking with significant tasks while maintaining an on-and-off relationship with his mate. He has been nothing but a living definition of professionalism. That’s something I can learn from him—the way he separates his personal life from professional.

Ronit isn’t someone who’d meddle in his two lives.

He is a true business icon as Papa likes to call him—on top of it all, his negotiation skills can give even the wisest she-wolves complexes. Why could I not be born with the genes that’d keep me jittery and goey in the name of professionalism?

The personnel clap. The auditorium booms. The flashes shifts and now it’s my turn to undergo naked scrutiny underneath the merciless flashes.

The hungry look in the eyes does not keep it a mystery that they’d be ruthless.

I drop my pen in a show of utter devastation. I have been preparing myself for this disaster throughout the journey yet it feels like I can never be prepared.

Ideally, Aary should be sitting here, answering and apologizing, owing I have nothing to do with it. It’s the protocol. However, our love and concern for her would never allow me to expose her to such torture. I’d rather bear it for her with a cheerful smile than wipe her tears later on.

‘She-wolves and wolves, Namaste. Questions concerning Alpha Rudransh and Luna Aaradhya can be put forward.’ Shantanu announces in a stern voice. ‘Please maintain the decorum and keep the rules in mind. Remember, nothing absurd!’ He warns with the sweetest smile.

Unlike other times, his body is tense. It ain’t a mystery that I am about to step into the worst press conference of my whole life.

The auditorium echoes with faint murmurs as the little elves sharpen their weapons. I chug down a glass of water in one go, bracing myself for the disaster that’s about to unfold.

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