The Alpha Killed My Husband

Doubt Arises

It has almost been three months since I have been in the library. I don't even know why do we have this in our house when neither I nor Aaradhya is into reading. It is here just for the sake of it.

I shuffle through the aisles, going through titles after titles. This is one of the most equipped libraries in Cape Comorin. From the first ancestral history to modern science. I can find almost every cover in here.

I take a random book and make it to the desk where loose-leafs were scattered all over.

Sarvayoni's Journal:

The title reads.

There is nothing as beautiful as loving someone. If you can find someone to share your soul with, you are blessed by the Lord himself. You are fortunate and chosen amongst zillion wandering souls. You have got a purpose to achieve. You have greater deeds to realize. It is not every day that people find people to die for. Creatures are selfish around the world but love is pure. It is selfless. It brings them closer.

It will make you give up on the biggest of possessions in a blink of an eye. It will give you the courage to take a bullet. Because we want our loved ones to live, smile, laugh, and waltz in the joy and intoxication of life.

I have been told all of it by my mother—the former queen and perhaps the only one who was loved by everyone. I have believed in it despite all the hardships I and my mother have lived with. I have lived it happily with tranquility and assurance that one day I will be loved overwhelmingly. Every day I used to get up with a dream of someone loving me from the depth of his soul. Someone who would be my purpose in life.

And I still believe that one day, I will be loved for who I am rather than whom I used to be. One day, the Alpha will understand that I am not the Queen Serpent that I used to be.

One day, he will find out that my every breath belongs to him. I am deeply, irrevocably, irresistible in love with him. One day, he will be ready to give me a second chance as Queen Sarvayoni, a shape-shifting king cobra, and not his former luna, Aradhya.

I am writing the most problematic chapter of my life. This chapter will be your life's premise. I know you are yet to blink your eyes open in the world but I know for certain that your life is going to be special.

You will be special. You are the first hybrid child of the venomous serpents and deadly werewolves. You will be a mark of the power of love. You will be the crown of history.

Love is to be a beautiful feeling. The journey has to be magical and unambiguous. The subject of adoration can be anyone, even an enemy but the feelings are real and strong. It's passionate. It's divine.