THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma met Clem surveying the master bedroom, with his two hands in the back pockets of his denim jeans, as she walked in. His back was towards her, and she had to admit; he was really a fine specimen, with a nice ass.

She knew that he liked her already. His eyes had looked dreamy when he had brushed the dirt off her face.

Emma thought she liked him too, she felt comfortable around him; unlike someone with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Derek made her insides tingle. She feels so nervous whenever she’s around him, her body temperature running up each time.

Time had stopped for her, when she had jumped on him while running away from those damn cockroaches.

But on his arms, she had thanked the creator for creating those cockroaches for the first time ever. Because of them, she had felt the lushness of his arms.

Emma signed dreamily, wishing for the moment again. A sound of a twig break, caused her to snap out of her thoughts. She rubbed her forehead, while muttering curses to her heart.

She noticed Clem was still standing at the spot she had first seen him, and she wondered what he was actually thinking about.

“Hey…” She said, moving towards him.

“Hey…” He replied, turning around to face her.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Just looking around.” He said smiling. “You have a good place here.” He continued.

Emma laughed outrightly. He surely has a sense of humor, she thought.

She didn’t think of this place good, it was ugly for fudge’s sake. Or Was Clem taunting her? This unknown factor got Emma folding her arms across her chest, a frown in place; her gait in active mode to kick him out if her thought was right.

“You know frowning is not healthy for your face.” Clem stated, now laughing. He had understood her change in demeanor. She thought he was mocking her, which wasn’t so.

He meant what he had said to her. The house was a good one, just that it had been devoid of attention for so long. He couldn’t say less of it even if it had been a slaughter house.

The architectural design was beautiful, but Emma doesn’t know that. He thought to himself amusedly.

“Why are you still laughing?” Emma asked Clem, no longer annoyed. She was curious this time.

” Nothing actually, just that your face looks funny as it switches sides.” He said.

” Oh..” Emma muttered, biting her lower lips.. as she tried to remember what had brought her to the room in the first place. Looking around the room, she saw her purse on the box and ruffled her hair as she remembered. She wanted her purse as she had settled on going for a stroll earlier on, to clear her head.

Clem, already entranced by Emma’s unconscious lip bitting earlier, watched her walk towards the box by the wall, saw her bend to retrieve a purse on top of the box, and sighed.

Her behind was all curvy, he thought. The ripped jeans she wore molded it perfectly. He wasn’t sure if she was his mate; he would know in less than three weeks time though. But damn, she really caught his attention. This human was sure beautiful with her deep red hair.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked her, when she turned to face him.

“Yeah, for a stroll perhaps. I don’t want to be an obstruction to the work you guys will be doing here.” She replied, dusting off imaginery dirt on her jeans.

” No, stay. You wouldn’t be obstructing anything I do. I think your presence will strengthen me actually” Clem said, pouting. He wanted her here, as he worked. Although he would try not do anything out of the ordinary, like carrying the master bed by himself.

The look on Clem’s face caused Emma to laugh out loudly. She thought he was really cute, but she wasn’t going to say that.

” Are you trying to manipulate me into staying, with a puppy face?” She asked him, still laughing.

” Yeah. Is it working? ” He asked, still pouting.

“Well if this is a puppy face, I wouldn’t want to have a puppy.” She replied in laughter.

Clem burst into laughter. She sure has a way with words, he thought, while putting his hands on his chest dramatically, faking heartbreak.

“What are you guys doing?”

Derek’s voice cut into the atmosphere of humour, shattering it. Emma jerked back feeling guilty, although for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why she felt like she had just done something wrong.

“Aren’t you going for the stroll again?” He asked her, looking at her intensely, negligent of the fun he had just cut.

Emma thought he looked sad at first as he stared at her, but the look was quickly masked with a haughty one, as she kept staring at him.

“I was about heading out.” She replied, collecting her purse and walking out of the room, with her head high. She wasn’t going to allow herself skimper under his gaze. The guy was really a hulk.

Clem watched Derek stare after Emma, even after she had gone and sighed. It seems his friend also liked the new girl, but he was not letting go of the human anytime soon, he thought. He liked her.

He had always watched Derek get even the girls he liked, but he had overlooked it, without really complaining. Maybe because he wasn’t really interested, after all it was just to satisfy their sexual urges till their mate came around. Teen fun, they call it.

But Emma, she was different. He didn’t know how, but he just felt it strongly. He had to have her, at least before he gets his mate.

‘It’s not wrong to have the most beautiful girl in the block for once. Derek always get them.’ He thought.

Clem watched Derek, still staring at the door that Emma had just passed through, and for a moment he wondered whether his friend could also see through the walls.

He already knew that Derek could communicate with his wolf since he turned sixteen. His father had informed him last summer, although he had told him to keep it a secret.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“….. the pack shouldn’t know about it”. His father had said.

Although he was a little bit jealous, he had gotten over it.. at least he was a beta.

“Where are you cleaning?” He asked Derek, finally breaking the wierd silence.

“Here.” Derek said monotonely, surveying the room.

“Here? But I already picked it. I thought you agreed to clean up the kitc..”

He couldn’t finish his statement, as Derek’s glare hushed him up.

“I’m cleaning here now.” He heard Derek say.

“Okay then, suit yourself.” He said, walking out.