The Alpha Killed My Husband

Keep Trying

I have been an addicted reader for the whole of my life. I love reading and if a book is written with the best of the characters and intriguing plot lines–it is almost impossible for me to part with it. I think it is somewhat similar to millions of other readers out there.

Generally, werewolves love reading. It is just magical as well as essential. A werewolf has to be intellectually sharp or else he is not needed at all. He’d be mocked, looked down upon, and officially banished out of the ‘society’.

The habit is instilled within us from very birth and it stays that till we die. Whether you like it or not–you must read the current bestseller and know every twist and turn like the back of your hand because you never know when you’d be asked to talk about in a close friend circle.

It’s like a parameter to judge, which is why the literary world of Cape Comorin took an interesting twist and a new form of writing was introduced. It was called ‘brief writing’.

Brief writing is nothing but a conversational summary of every other bestseller that made it to the public. If one is not interested in reading the whole book, he/ she can opt to read the brief writing and bam! He’d be conversant about the three-hundred-page novel enough to not only talk about it in public but also put forward an opinion.

For many busy Alphas like me–it is nothing less than pure magic. In less than twenty-five pages, it instils confidence alongside quotation and so I have been surviving in the ‘society; with my envious intellect.

However, I cannot prolong the drama any further. I realise I will have to read at least twenty of the classic literature if I want to make it through the preliminary round. The brief summary cannot be used for an escape when in-depth knowledge of the candidate shall be tested.

28th April is just around the corner and I have piles of references to go through, mock tests to attempt, and analyses to make. Besides, I have not brainstormed for the upcoming essay.

I have been putting it off for weeks when many of my co-participants might have already finished it. I can bet some of them might have edited it for the third version already.

I do not expect much from Array when it comes to stuff concerning brains. She has never been the one to pass exams. In fact, I have never seen a single she-wolf who’d fail all five subjects in the exams. But my great Aaradhya–she not only failed in all five subjects, but she also managed to get a C in drawing, a D in craft, and an E in environmental studies. That she-wolf cannot recognize flowers when she claims them to be her favourite.

‘What are you up to?’ Ronit asks, sauntering inside the library. His uninvited presence startled. I narrow my eyes at the book in his hands. He