THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

All eyes went to the intruder who had joined them.

Emma saw that it was the other twin, Lily.

“Hello Emma, Good morning.” Lily said, as she took notice of Emma, before shifting her gaze to Prescott.

Observing the closeness of the squirrel to the redhead, she was able to tell that the human could also hear the animal speak. She was happy that the animal had found another person to play with.

“You can hear him talk too?” She asked Emma, a short smile on her face.

“Yeah.” Emma replied, deducting from the girl’s question that not everyone could hear the squirrel talk. She also noticed that the girl was calmer and relatable than before.

“That was because she was on a mission, and you were in danger. She had to put up the facade to bring her job to fruition.” She heard the squirrel say. But this time, he wasn’t talking. He was communicating with her through a mind path.

Wow. She thought, tapping his fur fondly.

“It’s cool, right?” She asked, smiling and drawing closer to them, when all of a sudden, Leila held her back by the arm.

“Helloooo…I am here.” The latter singsong-ed, her left hand placed firmly on her waist as she raised her eyebrows at her twin.

“Oh, Leila…” Lily muttered, remembering that what had led her here was feeling and following the aura of her sister’s anger.

“What happened?” She asked.

“I felt you angry.”

“Good, you remembered and asked.” Leila stated, before turning away from her sister to glare at Emma.

“This human insulted me, and Prescott supported her. Lily, he chose her over me. Can you imagine that?” She asked, still glaring at Emma who didn’t look concerned by her report. If anything, there was a smug look on her face, and Leila detested it so bad. She wished she could wipe it off her face with a slap of power.

“I see.” Lily mumbled, while she listened to Prescott’s account of events in her mind.

Her sister hadn’t welcomed their queen’s visitor properly, but she didn’t want to choose sides either.

Her twin was very, well problematic.

Although she was a bit sad for missing out on the show, she didn’t like her twin being put down, by a mere human. She still didn’t know why Zipfarah had asked for her.

They would know by the end of the day. She thought

For now, she had to get back to bed.

They would soon be called into the training grounds.

“I’m sorry about that Leila.” She apologized to her twin who snorted in reply. It was clear to her that the latter had expected her to join forces with her.

But she couldn’t do that; not to the queen’s special guest.

“C’mon Leila, let’s go back to bed. Trainings would soon start.” She said, clasping her sister’s hand in hers.

Leila, seeing that her twin wasn’t going to join forces with her to traumatize the human, was terribly unhappy. She glowered at Emma, promising herself to deal with the human, before allowing her sister to lead her out of the room.

“Phew! Finally! Peace of mind.” Prescott muttered.

“We can go back to bed now.” He said, sliding away from Emma’s hold and moving further into the bed.

“We?” Emma asked, her left eyebrow raised, as she watched the squirrel burrow into her sheets.

“Please, don’t tell me I would be sharing my bed with a squirrel.” She mumbled to herself, not believing what she was seeing.

“Don’t worry. I don’t snore.” Prescott said, as he laid his head on one of the pillows, sighing in satisfaction thereafter.

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A shadow meandered through one of the four windows of a large room, decorated with black. The curtains were black. The floor tiles were black. The walls were painted black. The woman sitting on a bed with black sheets was shrouded in a black gown. The only bright color in the room was her hair which was pure white, and the candles of different colors which lighted the room. The room was empty too, except for the black large table and bed, the black wardrobe and the black colored mirror.

“Any news for me, Kyran?” The woman asked, not turning around to acknowledge the shadow which now solidified into a very handsome and tall male.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Yes, my Queen.” Kyran replied with a bow.

“Tell me then.” The woman said, still sitting on the bed, and knitting.

“The girl has been taken.” He stated, his head still bowed, even as he took some steps backward as if afraid of what might happen next.

“I take it that you have finally captured her then.” The woman said, still knitting.

“No…my Queen…I wasn’t fortunate enough.” He stammered, shuddering a bit as the woman dropped her yarn and needle on the floor.

“You weren’t fortunate enough? And whose fault was that? I even sent the shadow warriors to help you accomplish the simple task.” The woman thundered, suddenly appearing in front of Kyran.

“I…” He was stammering when the woman shouted at him.

“Stop stuttering Kyran if you still love your life, and tell me what happened.” She ordered.

“My Queen, I had gone to apprehend her like you had commanded, but a little girl had disrupted my work. She had displaced the werewolves which were guarding her, and had immediately disappeared with her, before the warriors had been able to come into play.” He replied.

“My niece, I presume?” The woman asked.

“Yes, my Queen.” He answered.

“And what were you doing as you watched the little girl take away the prize?” She asked, looking at him with contempt.

“I was trying to track some one else. I had felt another magic presence there. And it seemed like it had communicated with the girl.” He replied.

“Another presence? Are you sure?” She asked, as she played with her long white hair which reached her waist.

“Yes.” Kyran replied.

“That should be Ketura then. It seems she has defied me and joined the battle. I will have her head then. Let’s go to the dungeon, and get some answers, since my mother has the girl.” She said, already walking out of the room.

“Yes, Queen Leonarya.” Kyran said, before following her out.