Remunerations in Kind And Consideration

‘I do not have all day, Sarah. Hurry up!’ The screechy voice of my superbly ugly monstrous boss brings me back to the present. It breaks my heart to realise that I have yet to avenge my husband's death and the fall of my country and all the glorious days of unacceptable miseries I have spent in these shabby clothes. It enrages me to accept that it has been more than three years and I have yet to taste my worst enemy’s blood.

I am not a blood-sucking Dracula or a distant cousin for that matter, you bitch. Ella hisses irritatingly, piquing me like none other.

I ignore her, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times. Have I mentioned I have got a snake garbage for Nagin with whom I share my body 24/7? If not, I have told you now. So, kindly or not, bear with me because we ain’t have a choice.

‘Ya don't wanna gech ya’r sal’ry. I’ee!’

Oh, somebody please, stuff melting lava in his stinking mouth already. I don’t understand how his ten—something mate tolerates him anywhere near them. How can they let a wolf with a disastrously stinking breath kiss them?

Maybe they don’t.

He has twenty pups, Ella. How the hell is it possible?

For which he might have used that thing dangling between his legs and not his lips.

That! We will have to go and ask them!

‘Sarah! Do ya want me to mark ya’r unwill’gness?’

‘Coming!’

I blink myself out of the daze and scurry off to the shabby office. My heart pounds loud and clear in my chest at the mere thought of him.

Why don’t you look at his profile instead? We hardly know how he looks. Ella mumbles in a whisper, making my foot come to a halt in an instant again. When he is almost everywhere.

The three years of hardship, pain, frustration, and absolute bullshit flash before my eyes. Anger pulsates in my veins. I ball my fist to refrain from the obvious shaking.

‘I cannot.’ I sneer. ‘I don’t want to. I don’t know what I would do once I see the horrendous face behind my downfall. I may lose it all. I don’t know what I would end up doing anyways.’

How are we gonna go with this avenge thing anyways? You never told me what we are after anyways. Do you have a plan?

‘I may or may not. I may be late, but I am not defeated. Tomorrow’s sun will witness a new glory of vengeance and hate.’ I mumble to myself then to Ella as I straightened my shoulders before walking into this dumb’s den aka his barely-there office to collect enough to afford a sandwich for a week. This is what it has been all along…making the end meet.

‘I am coming to get you, Alpha Ibhaan. It is unfinished.’ The words imprint themselves on the wall of my head. It has been my affirmation like a motive I have survived for. ‘I won’t forgive you for what you have made me go through.’ I put a fake smile on my red-painted lips and greet the wolf who never looks me in the eye.

Because he always looks at our breasts. For the worst, Ella reminds me.

‘There you're…my favou’te slut.’ Jared shamelessly grins at me, putting the most disgusting set of yellow teeth on the display. ‘Eeday to collect ya’r tarr’fs!’

‘Hello, there! Motherfucker.’ I flashed him a sarcastic smile, waiting impatiently for the girls to barge in before I lose my shit and end up doing something I most definitely won’t regret putting all over the news.

Who does he think he was calling a slut? I am a fucking empress, you nincompoop. Ella hisses, rising. It might have been three fucking years since she has been last out but she is an empress cobra. Lack of practice might have rubbed it off on her skills. Poor skills those may be but she has got all of them.

‘Ya! Watch ya'r tone if ya wanna stay put. Ya’re doomed. You bitch!’ The swine snarled, slamming his grotesque paws on the table. The table groans in discomfort, spilling pens all over it. The water glass, being immune to the assault, stays put.

Impressive! Kudos to the glass but this…this punk.

‘Well. Well. Well. Do I look like a fragile, naive fuck toy of yours to care about your spineless threats? Do you think you can go on calling us sluts, whore, and making attempts to get in our pants at every chance you get and not getting any of your bullshits in return? You think it's only you who have got balls, huh?’ I jab a finger in his ribs, practically shivering with anger.

My fists itch to slam on his face. I want to dip my fangs in his neck. I desperately want to put my venom canal to some use.

I curse the bastard I have had visions about AKA the big-dick Alpha for my worst of mood swings. Remembering his faceless presence only accelerated my anger. If I could, I would have killed him in a flash. I hate his over-smart warriors of protection forces, the Taksh Pack, and his existence all along.

‘Ya hoe! Ya forgot I am ya'r boss. I'm gonna kick ya off.’ I see I have finally managed to get on this old rat's nerves. Well, hilarious, isn't it?

He grabs me by the collar, summoning his death. My hands itch to grab him by the neck and shuffle him in the air until his soul leaves his body.

I race my hands towards the target. My body vibrates with anger and Ella persists in taking over.

Let me out, Ellizian. I want to show him what he got himself into. Putting hands on an empress. He wishes for nothing but death. Ella hisses as she tries to take over. She commands my cooperation but I still have some of my sanity left.

The office is under surveillance, El. We cannot–

I don’t care. I just want to gallop his corpse. He is a lump of dead meat. Goddamit, bitch let me out!

My veins illuminate with a golden shimmer, scutes appear on my neck, collarbone, forearms, and head. My eyes might have picked up a shade of bright golden–giving away the pretence I have been putting on all along.

Damn! The disguise.

Jared opens his mouth and closes it like a fish out of water. His wolf growls. ‘Ya! Ya!’ He gapes, stumbling back on a couch. He rolls over to the other side and drops to the ground with a thud.

‘Ya’re–’

‘A serpent. Yeah, we are, you toothless useless son of a bitch.’ Sierra barges, slamming the door so loud, it makes the wooden chamber squeak. Julie and Lily are next to follow. All of them look as pissed off as I am.

‘And not any serpent. You are seeing the royals.’ Julie puts her hands in her pocket, glaring at the now pale wolf on his knees. His wide eyes shifts from face to face and rests upon mine.

‘She is the Empress. Empress Ellizian. Ella, the one peeping through her illuminating bright eyes, is our magnificent, elegant royal cobra. Lizzian is her highness. You punk!’ She kicks him on the ground, following my introduction.

‘Ugh!’

‘The one who has gracious kicked you just now is the wife of Serpent General Late Arpit Singh. Meet, Juliana Singh. You might have already got it. Ana is drop dead stunning blue snake. She specialises in water battles.’ Sierra chuckles bitterly.

Moving forward to pull a big chunk of his dirty hair. ‘And the one’s back you have had felt in there,’ She trails a finger down his cheeks to collarbone. She feels his round pouch with her palms, going down and down and down. There!

She squeezes his balls. In the meantime, Julie chokes his mouth, muffling the ear-piercing scream of pain. Ouch! How exhilarating it is! ‘Is Sierra William, Queen Sierra William James. Only mate of King William James. A seducing beauty with a golden venomous guardian angle…’ Bowing down, she whispers in his ear and the game begins.