THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Derek’s heart beat faster in fear, as he watched Emma stare up at him with eyes opened so wide.

Had she connected the dots already?

He swore that he will hunt down the witch and kill her if his little witch ran away from him, because of her loud mouth.

Earlier, when the witch girl had made that statement that had implicated his identity, he had run stiff, his beta and his gamma too.

His beta had told him to slap the witch girl shut.

But he couldn’t have done that, it would have attracted more attention to them.

But seeing the much-shocked face of his mate now, he wished he had.

At least, she would have counted it as him defending his pride against a girl that had called him a wolf.

He should have. He thought, beating himself up.

His inability to had done so, had only served to solidify the girl’s claim, and then he had been in a hurry to see her out, forgetting that his mate was intuitive just like his mother.

Oh, goddess help me. He thought. He was in huge trouble.

His mother would kill him for sure now.

He should have returned home, immediately after the class, and left the protection of his mate to his beta and gamma.

But remembering the issue of her scent, which even at the moment intoxicated him, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to leave her with them; the earlier scuffle with his gamma in the cafe solidified it.

But it had come with a price. There was a high possibility that the reason why she was looking at him was because she had known him for what he was.

He should have just slapped the girl, or perhaps, held her arm strongly in warning.

He had fucked up. Big time.

“Well, at least that load is gone.” Maru, his wolf, stated, not entirely concerned about the matter at hand like he was.

“She might run away.” He commented, through their special mind path.

“Well, she isn’t now.” Maru said.

And he looked at his little witch who was still staring at him as if in a trance.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Does she know?” He heard Clem and Shane ask through their pack link.

“Most likely.” He said, not wanting to jump into conclusions. Her actions after now, would tell him if she knew of his identity or not. He was scared of the unknown actions.

But first, he had to deal with this witch whose loud mouth had put him in disarray and fear. She had also tried to read his mind. The audacity. He thought, shifting his gaze from Emma to the girl who still had a smirk in her face as she watched at both of them.

He wished he could wipe that smirk out of her face with a slap.

“A little too late for that now.” He heard his wolf mutter.

Well, he wouldn’t forgo any other opportunity for that again. He thought.

“So, we are outside now. What do you want?” He asked the witch, unable to keep the contempt off his voice.

“I want to speak with her alone.” The girl replied, jerking her head in the direction of Emma.

“You can…say whatever you…want to say here. He is my …boyfriend.” Emma stammered out, folding her hands across her chest, trying to get a strong rein over her emotions which were over place.

She had seen the look on Derek’s face. He was afraid that she might have found out about him.

She needed to play this right. She thought. She needed to act like she knew nothing. That way, she would be able to get more information. They might push her away if they knew that she had found out about their identity, and she didn’t want that.

Yes. She believed that the whole lot at Melvina’s estate were werewolves. Werewolves move in pack. A pack of wolves. The estate was a pack house.

She felt her eyes getting wet.

No, No, don’t drop. She chanted in her mind, against her eyes. It would be comical if she teared up now.

Little Eva was a werewolf too? Melvina too.

So, that means that Melvina was a Luna. Her boyfriend was an Alpha’s son. She had read about all these stuff in werewolf stories which she had collected from physical libraries and digital ones.

She had thought that the older woman was a governess, they had told her so. But meanwhile, she was a Luna. She was a governess quite alright, but of a werewolf pack.

‘Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?’ She asked in her mind.

She had been living, eating and talking with werewolves.

Her best friend was a werewolf.

This gist was too juicy. She thought, remembering her sister.

She wondered what Amelia would think of it.

So, if werewolves and witches were real; were vampires real also?

She thought.

Were those blood sucking demons real?

Oh, my my…she could feel her head aching so badly. She was hungry too. But first she had to know why the witch girl was here.

“You seem lost in thought, Emma…” She heard the girl said, and sighed.

Had the girl purposefully called her boyfriend a wolf to stir up her curiosity?

Wait. Was this the plan? She wasn’t sure of her deductions again.

This might have a plan to separate them both.

Too bad for her then. She thought. She didn’t even care if Derek was a wolf. It didn’t change her feelings. At least, he wasn’t a blood sucking demon.

“Sorry, just a bit tired.” She finally said.

“Why are you looking for me? Why are you here? And how did you know my name?” She asked all in a beat, feeling like throwing up all of a sudden.

“Well, your name seems to be trending in our block in school. The girl with the intoxicating scent. You know, I can tell you why you are smelling that way.” The girl commented, with the sly smile on her face, as she threw a glance at Derek.

“You interested??” She asked.