The Alpha Killed My Husband

Gleemy

The next thing I know, I am pushed back on the bed rather harshly. The mattress dipped beneath my weight. The creases on the otherwise smooth sheet were evident anticipation that the storm was about to it.

Ideally, in the perfect universe, I would have been offended. I should have transformed into a beast and started burning and ripping this whole place down.

My growls, fury in the eye, and dripping saliva should have shaken with the shriek my prey might have let out. It did not. Nothing of the sort happened.

In fact, I was remotely offended. I closed my eyes and grounded myself with my fingertips on the cool surface of the soft mattress. The feathery little feeling tingled beneath—it was exhilarating. The huge turn-on was tending to the zipper.

My mind flashed to the vampiress’s boobs now when she had mentioned it. And I remember letting out the most vulnerable sensitive whimper that had bruised any wolf’s wolf-ego for being vulnerable in the first place. I hardly care.

Deep down, I know my fantasies were fatal. The vision of the screaming wolf should have flashed before the eyes. I should have felt guilty for striving for the forbidden pleasure. It did not.

It was the utmost mortification an Alpha could ever go through in his lifetime. Yet it was tempting, addictive to the point where I could not resist.

Well…It was a little ‘excuse me’ for my conscience too. I am a very loyal wolf even when I am in a permanent s****l identity crisis 24/7. I have always dodged anything that surfaced over my relationship with anything above.

Aary held a very special place in my heart. For her, I was not only always available, I was permanently wholly hers.

I might be the little flicker of tangerine in her otherwise dawning sky. I might be the ruffle of leaves or the mist on the surface. I might be as prominent as the ferocious wind that stirred the deepest of the ocean or might be the cool breeze that flirtatiously kissed her lips—for me, she was my mountains, sky, hills, land, moon, and the sun. She was the centre of my universe all these while.

The night was the sole exception. I felt like I was mentally cheating on her, but it felt right and well…good.

In my defence, I could not come up with anything above lame. I tried to keep telling myself that I am a wolf with hormones at the peak of desires. The temptation to explore the forbidden just for once is formidable and it’s natural. It just did not feel alive.

Kevin growled his disapproval in my head. The son of a bachelor was guilty but high as Eiffel Tower. He wanted the pleasure. The formidable. The absolute traitorous one.

She is your mate and not an arch nemsis. You are allowed all of her including that dripping wet cunt. Go get it. He commanded. He was dominant. What was I in front of the might than a mere peasant? I was at his mercy all along. He was my feeder and one of the keenest well-wisher. He had brought me fame, power, and success. I was known for him, because of him. I was more than ready to oblige.

But you would not turn me away. I want to remember these nights. You won’t tune me out of it. I proposed. For once, I wanted to experience what I had denied myself for years. For once, I wanted to know how it felt to surrender myself before someone.

I never tuned you out. It was your demand. You never wanted to be part of the mating. Remember? Kevin growled. All owing to that-

Don’t. I don’t want to remember it. I stopped him. There was no way in hell that I’d remember the dreadful night and ruin the moment.

Moreover, I was as drunk as Luna was. I could push past my past just that.

With adrenaline pumping in vain, I could not bear the overwhelmingness of the moment. Like a lunatic, I let out a hearty chuckle that echoed in the silent room.

There was no noise except for the one I was making. Darn it! Aary was still and silent. Behind her, the large window was colliding with the pane every now and then. Its thwack was loud but not deafening. In fact, it was so futile that both I and my perfectly still mate managed to ignore it.

Anyways, its presence could not be overlooked. From it, I could see the crescent moon hazing behind a thick layer of dark clouds. It was going to rain.

Lightning struck in the vision as the wind arose with ferocious speed, ruffling the leaves of the garden. It seemed like every single element of nature was reconciling with our personal moment.

‘Ya punk! How dare ya laugh? Ya think it’s funny.’ Aary heaved, coming out of whatever dilemma had prevented her from jumping upon me.

She had won the battle. I could see it in her eyes alongside the deadly storm approaching me. It was going to be a long night.

It was to be the most beautiful one. That night she was unveiling more than fifty shades of her to me–bare, original, and raw. From bossy to kinky to submissive to the sophisticated Luna and then to the queen–I was mesmerised by her change in character.

‘Tell’e what’s funny? Did naked boobs sound funny to ye?’ She demanded, shuffling on her feet. There was a hesitation. In the distance, the subway rattled on railway embankments. Its rattling was a piece of music to my ears. It kicked in just right.

‘No, I think it’s hilarious.’ I chuckled, letting myself at the moment. Screw the norms! I am what I am. Nothing could change it.

‘I won’t lie–hers looked rather juicy.’ I licked my lips, remembering the pale flesh of the vampiress and the two pink dots at the front. The sturdy fat bounced from side to side when she was dragged away from the guards. It was a sight to behold and cherish.

So would be your corpse’s if Aary gets to know about this. I told you to enjoy so long you don’t get yourself killed in the process. You are calling upon your death? Do ‘Ye’ know it? Kevin groaned at my stupidity.

Unfortunately, he did not feel the way I did. It made me chuckle.

It’s-

Don’t bother. I am out of it. Kevin huffed. I don’t remember what I told him after that.

I was taken by a rather angry but beautiful distraction. Aary was already upon me in a snap.

She was fast, dominating, and intimidating. Death danced in her eyes. I felt as if I was indeed going to get killed that night. She would have it all, stopping at none.

Poetic, eh?

I love every inch of hers. I just hope for her to love every inch of mine inside her.

I peered deep into my mate’s intoxicated orbs. Those gorgeous things were delated as she fumed and shivered. In the haste to strangle me, she might have landed on something that saluated her with all honesty.

Her eyes cascaded down to the south of my body. She moaned, nibbling on her lips. Why am I here for, Mate?

I inclined a little upwards, wanting to help her in nibbling but she jerked me back by pulling my hair of course.

What else do you want to pull her? Kevin rolled his eyes.

Quite a many, starting with my pants and– I could not finish the important conversation. The nymph in my arms did not appreciate the lack of attention or the more thereof.

‘Ye’ll regeet it.’ She peered deep into my eyes. I could watch emotions exploding in a variety—all at the same time. Fire danced in her arms. It had embraced her in heat that would burn anyone within ten miles and I would be the first target.

As if she could hear my thoughts, she inched closer and closer until our noses brushed against each other.

Damn it! Could she really hear my thoughts? I cursed under my breath. Oddly, I liked it.

You’d love it when she’d skin you alive and grind you in a juicer. Kevin coughed.

It did not happen because the next thing that left my mouth was going to change it all.