Lizzian’s Head: What happened after the car ride? The side of my head throbbed like hell yet it does not stop me from travelling down memory lane. ‘You looked cute when you were jealous.’ Ibhaan had whispered in my ears out of nowhere. He was with the UN delegates and I was chatting with the Viscount of Shaach-eero. I could not retort or spit tequila when the royals were around. Only disguised glares had to do the business. Is the air of Shaach-eero intoxicated to get in the head of Alpha, the brat? When I looked over his shoulder, I could see a she-wolf who was undergoing the same torture as I was. Subhaan was not any better either nor were Sunny and Adrian. The Alphas were clinging to their mates like a fucking lizards. In anything, they were worse. It wasn't that I did not want to save Huine. I tried. He just did not leave when I politely expressed my desire to talk to his mate to avoid Luna Arin's perpetually long family. Yes, seven freaking siblings! Can anyone imagine s

Bringing Emily out! Meet me in Phoenix at five. Bring the other two. My phone chimed again. Reluctantly, I opened it to find a text from Sierra. I read it as I slip into the dress and walk past the mirror. It has already been way past Ibhaan’s deadline and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the door slam opens and he drags me out of the hotel. We are going to be heeding in an hour. Your favourite jerk is lurking around in the lobby. You’ll have to dodge past him unnoticed. We are forbidden to contact you or come near you. Arrogant Alpha took a good half an hour lecture of your staff. Lily is crying inconsolably. He has fired her. Be quick. The text follows promptly. Details, please. I revert with sweaty palms. The three dots wiggle on the screen, making me chew on my fingernails in anticipation. The past flashes before my eyes when Dhairya used to control every freaking second of my life. I have gotten used to independence so much that I wouldn’t mind snapping anyone’s neck int

Minutes roll over before the realisation dawns upon me. It comes crashing down in tangled emotions that are too much to divulge.He wanted to inflict injury. I am enraged because I am startled. I just wait for the smoke to come out of my ears. It never came. to make me see my rightful place. He thinks he can overpower me.No male is ever different. Everything is just a facade. You just have to push the right buttons to get the wrong sides. The true shade will be revealed in the most grotesque way possible. It will be an opera.And I am a sumo wrestler. Ella gritted her hundred-something teeth. Wait a minute! It did not sound like Ella. Her voice isn't giggly. It's squeaky.My palm covers my left cheek where a stinging sensation is spreading. It's warm and wet with tears. I am somewhat hazy. It hurts. I took my knees to my chest and leaned on the wall.This bastard has a death wish. Let me out. The voice echoes again.The room is eerily silent. Only the soft chimes of the bell on the b

Back in the comforts of the luxurious jet, I look sideways. Ibhaan has a poker face on as he does the cuff's buttons. His tie is secured lousily around his shoulders. I contemplate an opening line. After contemplation of twenty minutes, I have concluded two things that I am expected to do in this scenario. First, I need to apologise to him if I want to survive a day longer. I have already peeped into Huine’s blouse. (I'm not a pervert!) Poor things will have a tough time getting rid of the ugly scars. Hickeys! They are called Hickey, you Eighth dropout. Oh, damn! I couldn't have known it, O'wise one. You wouldn't have known many things without me. Gah! I am not kidding, Liza. I challenge you to come up with a sorry speech. Oh, wait! Don't try. I will be sorry for your pathetic speech. Eh, I already have one. Yeah! And it goes like this— Hey, Alpha! I am sorry for almost invoking a war between the Vampires and your clan. You see, I am not the she-wolf you take I am to be. In fa

Minutes roll over before the realisation dawns upon me. It comes crashing down in tangled emotions that are too much to divulge. A reservoir of untamed emotions crashes me from shore to shore. I was drawn into endless miseries that were nothing more than a death choke. He has hit me. I am enraged because I am startled. He wanted to hurt me. He despises me. I just wait for the smoke to come out of my ears. I want the rage to take over me. Why would he do that? My conscience wonders. I ask Ella but she ain’t there. Has he smacked my serpent out of me? Does he want me to see my rightful place? Is that what he thinks about me? A wild horse that has to be tamed? He wants to overpower me. But did he not say we are equal in our relationship? Weren’t we supposed to be friends? And friends don’t disrespect each other. They trust each. They have each other’s back. Was I too wrong in expecting all of it from him? No male is ever different. Everything is just a facade. You just have