Subhaan and Huine? What might be the story behind them? What would Lizzian do? How is Lucidia? What would Sierra and Lily do to get Julie in the Mansion? When is the wedding due? The story is just gonna get exciting. Stay tune! Please do let me know what you think about it. Vote, comment, and share!
The Auditorium is stuffed to the brim with a suffocating amount of wolves scattered everywhere like tiny insects. To my left, I see a podium for VVIPs where only the Lycan Mena and Luna Queen Alejendro are seated. Ibhaan helps me on the couch assigned for us before he jumps beside me with a soft pulp and waves the balloon in the air. The audience hoots when cameraman focuses on his biceps. My mouth parts in exhaustion when I overlook the vast field. It is stretched beyond what my eyes could handle. There is a rectangular swimming pool in the centre with bleachers fencing around it. Theglaring lights around focus on something that is yet to unveil. A wolf in a checkered blue shirt and matching aqua blue pants examines the thing. There is a cheer squad, referees, guards, and the general audience. To my right, above the bleacher is a huge flat screen that welcomes everyone. There are cameramen, not one or two, but quite a lot of them. It is obnoxiously loud around and below us. We
Lizzian's Head: ‘Go for it Manvi.’ Ibhaan and Subhaan scream in rhythm, bobbing up and down, resembling the overenthusiastic pups in an amusement park. ‘EAGLES!’ ‘EAGLES!’ ‘EAGLES!’ ‘WE ARE THE BLACK EAGLES!’ The crowd hoots in unison, wagging the accessories in the air. The Alpha brothers are one of them. ‘They are so unprofessional.’ Lily whispers in my ear, leaning over the fencing bleacher. The maids are not allowed in the exclusive pavilion. However, on my insistent, she is made to sit behind me with a sturdy fence parting the section. The hierarchy thing is getting on my nerves. ‘Unsuitable pricks.’ She breathed loud enough for me to hear it. I turn slightly towards her to tell her to maintain silence before her yelpings are overheard and our heads are used in the fields instead of a ball for whatever game it is! Instead, I come face to face with a fuming Sierra. The Queen is clutching her stomach as if in pain. Her face picks up a shade of crimson before it turns
Ibhaan’s Head: It was dark outside when my eyes flung open. The looming darkness found its acquaintances with chilly silence. I gasped to fill my lungs, feeling the walls imbibing closer. The disturbing flashes responsible for perturbation wouldn’t waiver. “I’d never forgive you, you unfaithful dog! One who cannot be faithful to himself is no good at all. You are gonna rot in hell, Alpha. I curse you!” The shaking voice echoes in my ear. I clap both my palms over them to prevent the heartbreaking scream. ‘NO!’ I scream. ‘I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I AM SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN IT.’ My heart pierces into pieces. But my mouth is sealed. I am helpless and vulnerable.The tear-stained face flashes before my eyes. It was a horrifying sight that has been itching my brain for years now. That face when the soul freed itself from his body…I could never get over it no matter what.“Ibhaan, you dirty douchebag! Tell Em. Tell Me the truth! I didn't do it. Y-you did this to me.” The loud shrills broke my
Two days later... I groan out my annoyance, staring at the vast collection of clothes swinging before my eyes. ‘How am I supposed to clear it all up in fifteen minutes?’ I ask Lily. She simply shrugs and goes about minding her business which is doing nothing. At my glare, she moves her shapely ass away from the wall-sized window and clutters out the makeup mess instead. ‘Where is Sierra? I have not seen her in two days.’ Yes, it has been two days. Two-fucking-days! Since the Tug Of War game (The game was so-so with two teams from sixteen Packs participating in the quest of pushing one another). Unfortunately, post-announcement, I could hardly focus on the game or the players. I only knew that the Blackeagles won and I lost the bet along with my confidence of getting anything good out of this deceptive disguise. ‘What would he do?’ The question has been eating me alive. The sword of the wedding hanging at my neck does not help either. I am clueless. The dude has not prop
‘It is what?’ Julie gaps at me across the seat. Her voice shrills over the street crowd accommodating the food street to the west of the Mansion. Beside me Lily squirms in her seat, clutching her stomach. She mumbles a pathetic ‘excuse me’ and scurries off to the first public both she could spot. It ain’t that far yet two amongst the little army of guards chase after her shamelessly. Jeez! A female can’t poop in peace these days. I look around at the rest eleven with as much disdain I could muster. They stay adamantly glued to the ground, swirling over like a flock of hawks. The threat is loud in the air. “The area being guarded is forbidden. Stay off!” ‘Some sort of Anniversary.’ I deadpan. My eyes narrow at a certain familiar face with a certain blue-head pale complexion wolf strolling on the beach. The taller one points at something in the distance and bursts out laughing. He tackles the bluehead to the ground who makes a face nonetheless chuckles at his acquaintance’s absur
‘Are you sure you will be alright here?’ Ibhaan asks me for the third time and for the third time, I nod. ‘I really don’t want to leave you here alone. I am—’ He begins, making my grin go wider. ‘It’s fine. It’s calm here anyways. I want to look at the waves a bit more. Go.’ I assure him. The sun is melting into the ocean. The flock of birds in the sky, the gentle breeze, and the humming beats of the waves. Everything is transcendental as if the divine has descended to bless me with mercy. I stare at it with a small smile playing on my lips. My mind is completely at ease. As if an eternity later, I have felt happiness. I run my hands over the arms and hug myself, cherishing the moment till it lasts. For the fraction, I let myself forget about everything. Alpha, the approaching wedding, and the contest. The beautiful sleeveless dress wasn’t a wise choice for the night with the chilly wave around but the way it spread itself around me makes me feel like a fairy princess. It do
‘We are going to dine here?’ I gape at the colossal premise of sheer luxury. Dhairya, that thrice stingy asshole, did not have the brain cell to think anything closer to this. ‘Yeah.’ Ibhaan shrugs as if it is the most obvious of the things to spend his wealth on something as extravagant as this. The hotel is exquisite and least to say opulent. I only remember seeing such a grandeur palace on weekly Magazine covers in past years. Speaking of which, I remember how I am neglecting writing these days. I have not penned down once in almost forever. He is making me forget the only thing that gives me so much pleasure. What used to be a daily habit has become a rarely touched treasure in less than a week all thanks to his royal almightiness. Ibhaan’s easiness has started to rub off on me like a filthy poop-bacteria. At this rate, I am going to catch the flu soon. The whole drama of becoming Luna, trying to accustom to this completely absurd lifestyle, and figuring out my confus
I do a light shuffling tap dance across the marble superhighway. The third floor of the incredulous skyscraper mansion is my destination. The Mansion is named after Ibhaan’s great-grandfather and founder of the Sindhuja Akumji empire, Mr Heramb Sindhuja Akumji—former oil king and a business tycoon. Yes! The Taksh Mansion is officially christened as ‘The Heramb’s’ and was built in the early two-thousands for a joint residence of his family of six. Over the years, the title became redundant and was later dropped off by Lycan Mena. The Sindhuja Akumjis are not only rulers but one of the richest business families in the region that owns a fucking legacy in the oil, automobile, and telecommunication sectors. They are not only billionaires but one of the richest families in the world. To date, the Mansion has only accommodated Alphas of a certain pack—Sindhuja Akumjis, which is why the country recognizes it as the Alpha Mansion ordinarily. It is a skyscraper at twenty-fucking-