The next morning Si-Hyuk was gone to some distant land, shuffling through forbidden truths, dodging bullets, and knocking off enemies. If not? Well…I’ve always imagined him doing it. His work ethic refrained him from telling me about the locations and parties or matters incidental thereto. Mysteries surrounded him wherever he went. His work was always confidential and beyond the bounds of danger. As a General, he was expected to be at places of all sorts to finish tasks that could not have been undertaken by anyone but his brave soul faced it head unfazed by the threat. To date, I am clueless about his work regimes, clients, and informers. I have received and answered dozens of his correspondence past his demise. Alpha Vinayaka told him, he received messages almost daily but none could comprehend the coded language he used to communicate with his informers. I do not know how he served the Pack or how he met Lavinia —the mistress of a rich businessman. Only he had to undertake mul
Ibhaan’s Head: Despise; is a very strong emotion. And I don’t like to use it often. It just feels negative and I don’t appreciate much negativity. My feelings of despise have exclusive exposure. My disposal is limited to three things in the world. The list is topped by serpents, to say the least. I absolutely despise carbs and lastly and the most—I hate Duong and a specifically admired restaurant that goes by the name Tiffany. Sorry, but I don’t. Kill me, I don’t. Sue me, I don’t. Fuck me in the ass, I still do not. I’d rather suck my own dick but eat in that dimly lit little crackpot in the middle of Duong or anything prepared by them. It’s a mysteriously ugly catastrophe hidden under the mist. It is unnoticeable and yet to be shattered by a thunderstrike. The place, its owner, their services: everything is disgusting—plain and incessant, tastes like a pup’s poop, and smells like rotten meat. Nothing can change that! Nobody. Yeah, not a single soul on the planet can co
The end of the world is here. If not the whole universe, at least I will be a slice of dead meat soon. ‘You are gonna do what?’ I gape at my would-be a bride is nothing less than sheer astonishment. To say, I am stunned would be an understatement. I am shocked by the state of paralysis. ‘I am gonna defend Lily in the court of law. I would be her attorney. I have a degree for nothing. I will bring her out. She did not commit a crime. Roaming around Shaach-eero ain’t a sin. Why is she being treated like an animal? Because she is a serpent? Nope! It won’t be happening anymore. She is as much a supernatural as I am!’ Arin hisses in my ear. And for once, I am grateful for her whispering. I have yet to properly apologise for the violence and I was about to come begging at my knees. I just never got the right time. I had to fly all the way to Daisis’es Regiment for a deal. Meanwhile, Mr Jindal seized the opportunity to steal her away. And now…I am not sure of anything.‘Are you mad?’ I s
Ibhaan's HeadThese monsters! I wanna tear away their arms and beat each of them with the wet end. Who the fuck has given them the authority to poke their noses in others' business. Get lost already!I groan internally. Some charming life I have that does not even permit an external groan. ‘Thank you.’ Subhaan puts his microphone on the table, having done answering the questions and inviting the paparazzi to Huine’s birthday bash coverage. He is polite, charming, and at ease. He smiles at the camera, wiping the sweat off his nose with a hand napkin. Even that earns awe-worthy glances from the staff. How? I just wanna know how? H. O. W? He elegantly gestures to his Beta, inviting him at his ear level before he whispers something to Gustu. The latter nods and then Subhaan is beaming again while I marvel at his abilities openly. There are quite a few things that I envy about my people. First: Subhaan's confidence and his headband certainty. The situation is damned, this wolf is a
‘Good evening, Alpha. The first reporter bows.’ I tilt my head in acknowledgement, not trusting my voice yet. Good evening. Good fucking evening? Damn, dude! Just flicker your magic wand and get done with it. Yo, Nick. We can do it, right? She did not do anything wrong. She was gone. Anyone can be drunk and moronic and maniac and insult the first son. No biggy! It isn’t her fault. My Arin is innocent. The circumstances were terrible. We were at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong vampire. I cling to an overly ethical wolf for validation. I hate how timid I sound even in my head for I already know what Nick might believe. He won’t listen to anything less than the truth. Honestly, Bro. I wish I could agree. I badly want to. I am in an ethical dilemma right now. This just doesn’t feel alright. Nick responds, making a cowering shiver run down my spine. Be Honest! Everything else will take care of itself. I try to absorb his iconic advice with a smile. It makes
‘She is gonna do what?’ Subhaan’s eyes almost bulge out of the socket. ‘She’d sue the state, defend her.’ I explain. ‘Has she lost her brain? She’s gonna go against the state for a serpent?’ Adrian raises her eyebrows. Instantly, five pairs of eyes narrow at me. I squirm in my uncomfortable seat. ‘I don’t know. Recently, she has become more feisty and stubborn. She hardly listens to me. And now that I’ve let my hand loose on her, I don’t know anymore.’ ‘So you are gonna let her ruin everything. That serpent is the Empress’s personal attendant. I am sure it was Empress…’ Kavish grits his teeth. ‘What? She is claiming otherwise?’ I exclaim bewildered. I honestly need to pay more attention to the administration now. ‘Let’s focus on the wedding first.’ Nick rolls his eyes giddy. ‘Sex freak!’ I groan at him. ‘She is saying she shifted into the shape and that Empress Elizzian is dead. It’s clear that she is lying. Elizzian was right there. My inspection indicates something phenomena
'She is always calm, no matter what.' I pointed one finger, drawing a circle in the air. I don’t know why but I nod. I know it doesn’t matter when she cannot see me but I nod. 'Yeah, she always has this sullen expression...like this.' I imagine her pouting her lips, casting her eyes downwards, and swallowing her cheeks in a somewhat scared gesture just like Huine does. ‘It's her default installation I think.’ Sierra agrees. ‘Still, it does not explain anything. It doesn't certify her as an enchantress. Had she been one, why would she tolerate Subhaan's dominance?' The weirdo stylist points out, earning a great deal of respect from me. I like her boldness for slapping facts at my mate’s face. She is rational and right. Way to Sierra. I am with you! ‘That's my second point. She is under disguise. She pretends to be weak, to stay outside of the radar. She cannot come out uncovered. It will be a direct threat. I am sure she doesn't want that. The she-wolf is absurdly quie
‘You cannot be serious.’ I bang my fist on the table. I cannot help but I feel utterly furious at what my Beta was hinting at that too a two days before my wedding. I have just sorted my differences with Arin and she has barely forgiven him and there Kavish is goofing around like a fucking troll. If he thinks he can get away from it easily. I ain’t letting a shit slip!‘I am not saying that it is, Ibhaan. But there are chances. I am just weighting the probability that it could be. We need a probe into the matter.’ He explains, throwing his hands in the air.My eyes look past his shoulder. No Ibhaan, you cannot lose your temper like that. It would help if you were calm and rational. This won't solve it.‘I am marrying that she-wolf within two days. Two Days Kavish! Two days. You know what it could mean.’ Kavish nods solemnly. ‘You don’t have to remind me about the event I am organising Alpha. I know who the bride and grooms are. But being a Beta I couldn’t push past the doubts. It