Ibhaan's POV: I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, pushing past the Mansion’s staff. Blood pumps up in my veins. The sweat trickles to unmentionable parts of my body. ‘Dude, Slow down. You are gonna crush someone’s bones.’ Kavish, my stupidly nagging Beta cum best friend, snickers over my shoulder. I have plenty of best friends in and outside the Pack. Six to be precise if I’d like to count and one of them is my twin brother, Subhan but I am closest with Kavish for some reasons. It could be because I spend all my time and secrets with him and that he finds all the incongruities and absurdities as hilarious as I do. (Other wolves don’t have the darning sense of humour! Psht, sickos!) My Beta and I pretend to have the authoritative relationship in public that I am supposed to have with him as a ruling Alpha, in private—the boss and subordinate relationship is hardly there. ‘Slow down! She is not pushing your baby out of her cunt, you know. She is fine.’ Grabbing my shoulder

‘Come here.’ Ibhaan waves his index finger as soon as I walk out of the bathroom. His wet hair drops a trail of water on his forehead that travels down to his collarbone before disappearing in the white v-neck T. The outline of not less than eight biscuits chiselled over the front makes me gulp nervously. He is freaking muscular. ‘He has taken a shower too. But it has been more than three hours. Does it mean he specifically took another shower before coming to me?’ I wonder. ‘How cares?’ I shrug it off as I eliminate the distance between us and stop a couple of feet away from him. ‘He could be the xerox copy of Mr. Zeus but I am Empress venom. I single dip and the whole six feet of him would tremble. Spend as many hours in the gym or on the ground! Whatever!’ I smirk internally as I raise a questioning eyebrow at him. He mimics my expression. I wait a bit longer for him to break open. But the words never come. Letting out a defeated sigh at his uneducated head, I finally take it

‘I want to go out.’ I told the she-wolf who I have figured out works as Luna’s Personal Secretary, governance, and mentor Momo as I pushed the plate away. The sight of a little octopus wiggling makes my stomach churn. How can that abominable piece of shit be someone’s favourite? Not only are the wolves monsters walking on two legs in shifted forms, but they are also unbearable. They eat animals alive! Surely, Serpents like to feast on other animals too—mostly mice, and rat hunters. It is part of the ecosystem and functions accordingly. Nevertheless, none is swallowed alive. What’s the point in finding pleasure in someone’s agony? It’s unjustifiable in whatever way I could think of. Get it away from me! Ella hisses her anguish. I look up at Momo who looks around me with the eyes of a hawk. Her postures are rigid and disciplined. The stern glare (a permanent expression) clearly gives do-not-dare-mess-with-me-unless-you-want-your-bones-broken vibes. Her broad shoulder, built-up

Lizzy's Head: ‘They? Who? What are you talking about?’ I quiz, looking around. In the distance, the shrub ruffles, cricket sings, and the wind picks up speed. Maybe it is the illuminated darkness, I feel a sudden drop in the temperature. ‘J-Jinns! My mother told me the Jinns stay quite active during the night a-and they love long hair.’ Lily stutters, making my eyes go soccer balls. The Jinn’s residence! I almost forgot them. There are rumours surrounding their existence, powers, and evil deeds. The mother serpents often use the tales to discipline the delinquent children. They are supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous, seductive, and powerful. Besides, they have a knack of obsession within themselves. I remember an elder governess once told me how addicted Jinns tend to become. ‘They love long black hair and pale complexion. They love running their arms along the length and feel the softness and texture. It satisfies them. Moreover, there are endless tales of how sexually agg

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