The Alpha Killed My Husband

That One Steamy Night

‘Ye are f*****g awphul, ya know. Mowr than I’d ever tho-thought.’ She stuttered jumping down from her castle on the bed. The towel roll aka the double-edged sword that she was going to use in conquering the world was still clutched tightly in her hand.

I watched in bewilderment as the almighty climbed down no so graciously and marched up to me. Drunken fiery danced in her orbs when she glared at me with a snap under my nose.

‘Yer days are numbered. Ye’ stupid punk.’ She mused. I watched her eyes change shades from lighter shades to darker and darker. It rose goosebumps in my arms.

‘Ya…’ She hiccuped again, falling on my shoulder. As time went by her tone was catching the darker shade of slurries that were tentatively becoming more indecipherable. My constant ‘Ye-ye’ was getting on my nerves. Not gonna lie. If it were not for her cuteness and the fact that

With her antics, she was not helping much. How did she manage to pull my stunt off in as clingy as a mermaid costume dress? Don’t ask me. I was as bewildered as any of you are.

Top it all, I was the wolf who had to endure it with a f*****g cherry smile on my face. There were odd and overwhelming emotions rushing through me—all in a blink. I was pissed at the scandal that was going to hit the headlines the next day.

It was kind of amusing. I must tell you how amazing, soothing, and hilarious it was to watch the blood rush off Thomas’s old, wrinkled, and ugly as a Quasimodo face. I wanted to give it to my mate—the drunken her is far more courageous than the sober one.

Besides, in her intoxicated state, she did not forget to negotiate and network with the bride. Emily and she seemed to be bosom buddies who twerked each other’s n*****s. If it was not so, it seemed so.

I, from my years of wasted experience in international relations aka fake smiles for the sake of frontline papers and ‘playing good’ because it is mandated and absolutely freaking necessary, knew even if tiers with the First Vampire shatter—we’d have a hope to make amends of it through my dear, lovely, and oh-so-sexy wife. I’d have to manipulate, and pull some strings here and there—it would work out. The usual!

Now, the tornado of emotions swirled past anger and relaxation, it’s more towards the kinky side.

She did and we are going to accept it without a frown. Gapes? Those were permitted as long as you conceal your emotions and keep your face in grim lines.

‘I am sorry.’ I mumble. Honestly, I had no idea why I was apologising but it seemed the most sensible thing to do at the moment.

‘I f*****g hate yor chauvinistic ways. Ordering around. Ordering around. Ya all are the same. Expecting me to doll up and wait for you to open my legs. And yet ya ain’t satisfied. Ya ogle at some bimbo’s small tits.’ She jabbed a finger at my chest.

‘I see what I can do about it.’ Alright, I admit it terrified the s**t out of me. I’d almost forgotten about it—I’d not come up with an explanation for that. Not that it meant anything. I was afraid of her lack of sense thereof.

‘Ye can’t.’ She spat.

I was. Well, I was losing my mind along with my sanity too. There was something strange in the air. I was pacing back. I threw my jacket and tie over the back of the chair as soon as my back hit the couch, and got the first two buttons of my dress shirt undone.

My hands twisted up in my hair mechanically. This was fine. It was fine. I told myself. It was definitely a terrible idea and I should have probably done something. But it was fine. I was not sure if I should distract her. Should I take her mind on anything else? I was unsure especially when she was squinting down at me angrily and…hornily.

The room was dimly lit—a single lamp, in the corner by the couch, washing the deep blues of the cream and golden walls. I had moved all my baggage, files, laptop, and the list of networks I was expecting to make from the bed to the desk and straightened out the bedspread before joining the delicates. It’s an old habit. I could not bear my bed being unmade.

I looked at the ancient fireplace, the carved details of the mantel almost as old as the country itself, and it may not be a castle as magnificent as the one I am currently living in, but it looked alright.

God, if any ghosts, jinns, or demons were hanging around the windows, peeping at the amorousness unfolding that night, they’d have to suffer extremely.

I was trying not to think too hard about what could come next—I’d be lying if I said I was not excited. I might not have experience in the practical application of submissiveness, but I could just take the chance and learn. There has to be a saying that goes with something like never stop learning.

Aary, the Luna, the she-wolf who spat fire was squinting down at me. Her eyes pooled up with intense emotion. Not so graciously, she shrugged off the accessories and undid the two front hooks of her long shimmering dress.

It exposed the valley of the beautiful peaks she was hiding beneath the sheer sheets of the finest fabric available on the planet. I did not know how much the marvellous costume might have dug into the pockets of the administration, I could just guess it to be a five-digit figure.

‘Wa’er better dan mine?’ She challenged, fumbling with the remaining hooks. I was tempted to get up and help her. At the same time, I was pleased with the strip tease.

If I’d be honest, it was not the first time I was seeing a she-wolf stripping off. I have undone Aary’s clothes plenty of times. The counts of visits to clubs could be excluded. However, it was the first time I was seeing Aary doing something so utterly sexy by herself.

I felt blood rush to my southern region immediately. Kevin wanted as much action as I did.

Aary. My Aary was going to striptease. I couldn’t subside the giddiness. That had to be one of the best nights of my life.

I was on cloud nine, floating in the air with wings of fire touching the ceiling. She leaned, exposing the juggling round cushion of soft flesh before my eyes and smack!

Another slap! My head tilted to the left and I growled. I am so done!

‘Ye think,’ She pulled my hair, peppering wet kisses all over my collarbone. ‘Umm…I’ll show.’

Yes. Show me. Show me everything.

Before I know it she was in my lap. Her hands explored all over my body. ‘Tell me.’ She moaned in my chest.

‘What?’ A hoarse and needy voice vibrated the environment. I recognized it to be mine. Damn! I was so turned on.

‘Are mine not soft?’ She pushed the softness, sliding her dress off the shoulders.

I forwarded my hands to cup her assets, but she slapped them away. ‘Ye won’t touch it.’ And she was out of my arms and in the centre of the room.

‘Aary!’ I breathed, yearning for her warmth. I wanted to touch her body. I wanted to feel her in my arms. I was still angry at the assault. My cheek stung and so did my scalp. The distance between them was infuriating.

My phone blinked at the glass table. It was some minutes past two in the morning. The flood of notifications streamed at unimaginable speed. The thought that those could be messages from the Administration and notifications of media did not even enter my brain.

My brain was numb. I stood there and exhaled slowly, eyes on Aary. I was not sure she’d ever let herself just look as seductive as she did now. A tall, elegant and drop gorgeous nymph adamant on letting her wolf lose everything. She reeked of smoke and alcohol. It was still lingering on her lips. I badly wanted to taste it.

‘Come here.’ I demanded, slowly advancing towards her. She shook her head, letting the loose tresses of blonde sway side to side.

‘Ye’o to that slut Vampiress. Boobs. You were staring at her boobs like ye wanted to gallop it. Ye like them big duh.’ She rolled her intoxicated eyes. The strong language, her dishevelled appearance and the magic in the air did everything.

I stood in front of her, hovering above. I cupped her cheeks firmly and answered her accusation with my lips. It was a slow kiss filled with nothing but a raw passion.

I nibbled on her lower lips and dipped more. It was heaven. The vodka and wine and whatever else it was in there were bitter-sweet. I explored till the bitterness subsided.

I was lost in the moment. The buttons of my shirt were ripped open by an angry yank. Aary moaned as she fidgeted with my belt.

I enjoyed teasing her, not breaking the kiss. The struggle frustrated her. She was irritated.

Served her right.

‘Ye wanna die?’ She pulled away, pulling my hair hard again.

I looked at the nervousness around the corners of her eyes, but she smiled at me with one side of her pink mouth arch. It was a devious smile as if she had something cunning under her sleeve.