Easily Flipped

The invitation arrived on gold-embossed stationary, sealed in wax like some twisted royal summons.

Krishna read it with half-lidded eyes, sprawled on her couch with Aaron curled against her legs like the obedient lapdog he'd become.

"Private reconciliation dinner. No media. No drama. Just us. Hoping to put the past behind us."

Signed in identical script: Allysa and Alliyah Riley.

Krishna laughed softly to herself, tossing the card onto the growing pile of bad decisions other people made around her.

"Bored already, girls?" she murmured, tracing her nail lazily across Aaron's scalp. "You just couldn't help yourselves, huh?"

Aaron, blissfully unaware of the brewing chaos, nuzzled closer.

She let them think they'd won.

Let them believe she was predictable.

That night, Krishna dressed the part of the perfect target. Soft silk dress in pale blush, hair loosely curled like she hadn't tried at all. Her makeup barely-there, a thin gloss on her lips and a little shimmer around her eyes, sweet, vulnerable, Beta-born.

The Riley twins were already seated when she arrived at the private lounge they rented in one of the more exclusive hotels downtown. Crystal chandeliers overhead. White linen tablecloths. Two untouched glasses of champagne waiting at her place.

"Krishna," Allysa greeted first, with a practiced smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Alliyah chimed in after, her voice just as fake. "We're so glad you came."

Krishna tilted her head, playing the part of the sheep among wolves.

"Oh, how could I refuse?" she said, voice soft, sweet, dangerously close to mocking. "Two Alphas going out of their way to make peace with little ol' me? I'm touched."

The twins laughed like it was a joke between friends.

Krishna took her seat.

The champagne glass was placed by her hand. No server in sight. Only the twins, smiling too wide, too eager.

They wanted her to drink.

They wanted her slow, weak, unconscious.

Amateurs.

She lifted the glass, gave it a lazy swirl, and took a careful sip.

Bitter.

The telltale chemical edge wasn't even masked properly.

God, they really were stupid.

But still… she swallowed.

Let the fake dizziness settle into her limbs as the minutes dragged by.

The room started to tilt, but not really.

Her vision blurred, but not for real.

Krishna let her eyelids flutter, let her shoulders slump just enough to sell it.

The twins exchanged one quick, excited look.

"Perfect," Alliyah whispered.

They barely waited five minutes before hauling her from her chair, arms over their shoulders like drunk friends helping a girl home.

Nobody stopped them. Nobody dared.

In the elevator down to the underground parking garage, Krishna kept her body limp, her breath shallow.

Their hired driver barely said a word as they shoved her into the backseat of a black sedan.

The hotel they took her to was cheap compared to the lounge earlier. Secluded. No cameras in the hallways. They wanted privacy for whatever humiliation they had planned.

Perfect.

Krishna counted each step as they dragged her limp body through the hall.

Keycard swipe.

Room 612.

Once inside, they dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed like she was luggage.

Alliyah wasted no time grabbing a water bottle from the minibar.

"Wake up, Beta-trash," she hissed.

The cold water hit her square in the face.

Krishna blinked, slow and sluggish.

Let her breathing hitch like she was panicked. Disoriented.

Allysa stood near the door, phone in hand. Already recording.

"So… how's it feel?" she sneered. "Debonair brat, reduced to this. Out cold in a stranger's bed, no witnesses, no cameras. One word from us… and this'll be everywhere by morning."

Krishna coughed, let her shoulders tremble just enough to bait them closer.

Alliyah stepped to the edge of the bed, leaning in, all mock sympathy.

"You really should've stayed in your lane," she said, voice dripping with condescension. "You messed with the wrong family."

And that… was their last mistake.

Krishna's eyes snapped fully open.

Clear.

Unfazed.

Her smile?

Slow.

Sinister.

"You're right about one thing," she murmured, sitting up with terrifying ease. "I did mess with the wrong family."

The twins froze.

A beat too late, Allysa lunged for her phone, but Krishna was faster.

With one clean grab, she snatched the device mid-air and tossed it across the room.

The crash of plastic and glass hitting the wall barely registered before Krishna was moving.

In a blink, she shoved Alliyah onto the bed with one knee pinned against her hip, forcing the woman flat with embarrassing ease.

Allysa barely managed a step toward the door before Krishna hooked her by the wrist, twisted, and flung her down next to her sister.

Two syringes.

Preloaded.

Pulled from the hidden slit pocket in Krishna's dress.

Without hesitation, she jabbed both needles home, one into each twin.

Allysa's thigh.

Alliyah's neck.

The serum surged instantly. Rut-cycle accelerant. Amplified. Enough to drown two Alphas in their own heat in under sixty seconds.

Their bodies reacted first, skin flushing, glands overproducing, nerves lighting up like a power grid shorting out.

"Wh-what did you--?!" Alliyah's words cut off with a strangled moan.

Allysa whimpered, already squirming under her sister, legs shifting restlessly against the sheets.

Krishna stood over both of them, brushing her wet hair back from her face like she hadn't just flipped two grown Alphas in under two minutes.

"You wanted a show?" she said sweetly. "Here you go."

Her voice dropped lower as she stepped back, already reaching for her purse.

"I'll let you enjoy each other for a bit. Consider it a gift."

Their begging started seconds after she walked out.

And Krishna?

She played with them, and gently pinching each of their sensitive spots. Letting them feel it, before leaving to give the twins some privacy.

She hummed to herself, smiling lazily as she hailed a ride home.

Another two broken.

Another checkmate.

And she wasn't even halfway done with the Rileys yet.