The Alpha Killed My Husband

That Traitor

The smooth lines of my suit were crushed under her tight grip. I groaned or growled or whimpered. I don’t exactly remember. But it was an amorous sound for sure.

It was the first time I was listening to myself. It was embarrassing. Surprisingly, I was not taken aback as if I have been through it countless times. I might have been in deja vu.

You don’t even remember. Kevin shook his head at me in dismay as if he could not believe it when he was the one blocking me out every single time–upon my request, I admit.

This time, I would, My voice was determined and flat. Remember it all. Do you hear me? I will remember every tiny detail like the lines on the back of my hand.

Silence.

That was appropriate.

I waited for it to happen. For the nightmares to start unfolding. Any minute those horrific pictures from my past would ruin it all for me. I would be left to repent, sweat clad, huffing and puffing like an obese dog.

I waited and waited and waited. Nothing happened.

Neither were there any flashbacks of a wolf pleading beneath me, begging me to leave him on his own nor were there visions of him dying in front of my eyes, accused of and punished for something I was solely responsible for.

The guilt was not there. Maybe because my conscience had finally accepted the truth or maybe I was too soaked at the moment above anything else. As if my soul had left my body and was busy discussing business with something superior, I was enlightened. More or less, I could not find the older me in myself. I was striving for salvation.

I was keenly observing every nook and turn. The way my body flipped. The way I desired the seductive mate that I never knew was so seductive at all.

My body accepted everything that it was subjected through. It was appealing the way my breath brushed Aary’s cheek when I tried to pepper kisses on her and she quivered like a dried leaf.

I loved her vulnerability. The ripping of clothes when she yanked the filthy excuse of dressing off her body. The dripping of pins when she detangled the perfectly woven hairstyle that had taken a bunch of professionals.

I peered closely, intently at her. I wanted to capture her beauty in my heart. I wanted to memorize every tiny detail of hers.

‘Ye are gonna be my personal slave.’ She slurred. Her fingers slid up to my torso, to my chest, and finally around my throat as she made a deliberate attempt to choke me to death. Damn! It was heavenly. The attempted murder was the most fascinating experience of my life.

‘Answer me.’ She demanded.

‘Ye-yes, Ma’am.’ I breathed it out raspily, not trusting my voice at all.

‘Queen.’ She corrected. ‘I am a Queen and ye’gonna address me as such.’

I’d be lying if I deny that my stomach did not do some acrobatics moves that I was assuredly unaware of ever being capable of doing.

I beamed at her. ‘You are a queen indeed, my love. My queen.’

Slap.

‘Not yer. I’m Queen of Sam’aja. I’ll show ye what thee capable of.’ The slurry voice pierces through the air and registers in my brain. Oh, how melodious she sounded—whimpering like my personal slut.

Aary bit her lip, jabbing her fingers along with my Adam's apple.

There were quite a few questions that I wanted to ask here. Starting with—what is remaining here to show? Sam’aja? Where is it on the map? Or how about stop biting on your lips and let me do it for her? Why was she not biting me instead?

None of that sort happened. My over-smart mouth decided to blurt out something smarter than those sensible questions. Hoorah!

‘Find your way here okay on the throne, your majesty? Comfortable there?’ I thrust my hips upwards, pushing my erection into her derriere. I was hot and on and needy. Damn! I wanted to explore.

Silence—long and prolonged silence. Aary peered deep into my eyes. Her irises twinkled like studded diamonds in the darkness no less than forty carats brought straight from the crust.

Something was flashing through it as if she was exploring the whims and corners that she had buried never appreciated them to be discovered. There was hesitation, helplessness, and anger, but prominently—there was yearning.

The moisture in her eyes was apparent and evident of a strange longing, an unquenched thirst of ages.

‘I’ll forever be your slave.’ I stroked her hair with a promise. ‘I will listen to all you have to say. I will rise at your command. I will be there for because I am tied with you and I have nowhere else to be.’

On its own, my hands cupped her cheek and tucked a few loose strands behind her ears. ‘I owe you so much, love.’ I could not recognize my own voice. It sounded foreign to my ears. The velvet smoothness, compassion, and empathy—blast it, I never knew I was capable of modulating my voice like that.

‘Uh-huh.’ She shook her head. A traitorous tear had managed to leak out of the corner of her ear and slid down her cheek. ‘You don’t.’ She choked out, shaking her head from side to side.

‘I–’ I opened my mouth to convince her of the validity of my statement but she shushed me by putting a finger on my lips.

‘Don’t inter’pt me. I must tell ye that ye do not owe me anything, Alpha. In fact, it is I who owe ye so much for exposing me to a whole new world that I could only dream of. I owe ye my everything for not degrading me for something that I have never done and for never looking down on me. Ye do not *hiccups* ow-owe me anything, Alpha. I know I should wish for a thousand death before accepting it but ye’re the most perfect mate any ser *burp* ent or wolf or witch or fairy or any other creature out there could ever wish for. Ye are everything a maiden dreams of—the knight in shining armour sort.’ She giggled. ‘Except that, ye gawk at funny vampiress’s almost nonexusistent t**s and ye are ugly.’

‘Hers were more fluffy though.’ I grinned. ‘Or so I believe unless you can prove it otherwise.’ I challenged her, trying to ignore the warmness in my heart. It was the closest she’d appreciated me in a short while. ‘Your majesty!’ I added.

I know Aary loves me and respects me as her mate. Her wolf would not allow her otherwise–but the purity in her attitude. It overwhelmed me.

She paused and pretended to think, tapping her chin with her index finger. Her eyes which were moist a second ago had turned mischievous and a shade of golden has taken over.

Weren’t those amber?

‘And how am I going to do it?’ Aary asked. A stupid grin brightened her highly inebriated face. ‘Oh, I think I’ow.’ She winked, pinching the pink peaks of hers.

A growl echoed in the room that sounded just like mine. Dimwit, she looked so sexy doing that. I smiled fully now. The ear-to-ear sort of sliding my palms to cup her softness, only to get it slapped away.

‘No’et!’ Aary’s grin took over her entire face, not the usual selfie-ready grin, but one that is crinkly and unguarded and infectious that I could not prevent from being infected.

I hooked my fingertips at the small of her back and squeezed slightly. ‘I am done with your dominance. It’s time I show you what it's like to mess up with an Alpha male. Besides, I have two extra slaps and a punch at my account. Umm…there considering the feathery one a minute ago. We must be even.’ I snaked my arm around her waist, rolled her over and pinned her beneath me rubbing the length of my body with hers.

Her yelps of surprise were sharp. It did something funny to me.

So far, I had been following her lead without so much of a word now I wanted to show off my talent. A crazy obsession overtook my sanity. I wanted to hear her screaming and moaning. I wanted to make a mess out of her.

I wanted to claim her. I wanted the whole world to know who she belonged to the morning she’d walk out of that room.

Aary’s breath ghosted over my lips, our noses brushed, and when I finally connected our petals, she smiled into it as if she was waiting for this to happen forever. It was not a long or passionate kiss.

It was short, sweet, and full of playfulness. A couple of minutes later, we parted and I connected our foreheads together, peering deep into her ocean eyes.

My mate was out of breath. She batted her eyelashes at me seductively, looking so divine and innocent yet sexy and sizzling.

‘What are ye gonna do? What can ye do for yer queen?’ She challenged and fell into fits of giggling, circling around my areola with her index finger. I did not appreciate the confidence in her voice.

Slightly offended, I cupped her softness and pinched the peak sharply. Her moan filled the room.

‘Your majesty, I breathed on her lips. I hope you know you are at my mercy. I’d advise you to watch your mouth for the betterment of your current state and the welfare of your kingdom. My majesty.’ I cooed in her ears, nibbling slightly on her earlobes.

As I continued twerking the peaks between my thumb and index finger, she arched back–putting her assets at the finest of the display. I loved how sensitive those were—just perfect to grope and play.

‘Wha–what if I do not?’ She whimpered.

‘Your throat will be hoarse. You will be lost in vocabulary.’ I readily answered, lowering my mouth at the saluting tiny buds. The two deserved undivided attention.

‘I–oh…umm.’ Aary took a sharp breath, clutching the pillow tightly. Her eyes were shut tight as she licked her lips moist. She was enjoying the slow pleasure until I bit it slightly harsher. That’s when she gasped and whimpered.

She was doomed.

‘Don’t.’

‘Huh.’ I growled at my dismissal. I was not going to listen to anything. She was mine–at my disposal to please and be pleased.

‘Ouch! Don’t…please.’ She clutched my hands that had twirled her flesh.

‘Why? Just a second ago, you were desperate to prove to me how yours are better than hers. And now when I am examining the validation…I think hers were far–humpf—where are you going?’ I groaned at the lack of warmth when she withdrew from my arms to jump out of the bed.

I watched her swaying bottom till she disappeared behind the glass and wooden door of the connecting bathroom, giggling and singing to herself.

She turned around one last time to give me a wink and jiggled her girls at my face before she shut and locked the door behind her, sliding one hand up the nape of her neck, and cradling it.