THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma let out a smile, then a chuckle, then a full blown laughter as she discovered that she wasn’t hearing those plaguing foreign thoughts again.

“I did it.” She muttered over and over again, as she stood up from the bench, still laughing intermittently as she processed her recent achievement.

It hadn’t been as easy as she had thought. She had imagined the picture and had held it strongly quite alright, but she hadn’t foreseen the terrible impact or force that the foreign thoughts had had on her mind immediately her professor had released his hypnotism effect on the area. It had been brutal; the pain had been brutal. It had been like her brain cells were about to explode out of much information to process. She had almost let go of the imagery on her mind if not for the soothing words of encouragement from her professor. It had taken time, but little by little, she had felt the unwelcomed noise die down till what was left in her mind was just the normal brain activity and her thoughts.

Looking down at her professor who still sat tiredly on the bench, although looking a bit better than before, she cussed at herself for being so harsh on him earlier, and thinking him a pervert. He was just a gentleman, with gifts like her. Super heroes. She thought, daydreaming at that spot, a team that comprises of people like her who will act in one accord to save the world, like she watched in the movies. She laughed at herself for being so stupid. Super heroes? No. she will pass. She didn’t want the hassle and bustle likened to that term. She just wanted to live a simple life. No joining or forming of cliques of any kind. She wasn’t interested; although it still amazed her that movies hadn’t really been a fantasy. There were people created with certain gifts. She wouldn’t have believed that on a normal day, but she was just one of the many gifted.

“Seems you got it right.” She heard her professor say, and laughed again.

“Yes!” She shouted, before bending down a bit and hugging him; totally grateful for his help today. She wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been present at the cafe today. It would have been embarrassing. Who knows? They might even take her to a psychiatric hospital.

*****

Professor Perkins held his breath as Emma engulfed him in a hug. Didn’t the redhead know that it was against the school policy to hug a lecturer this way? But even as he carved up the thought, he knew it was a lame excuse to curb what he was feeling. He felt alive. He hasn’t felt, for like, ever.

This is not good. He thought, debating whether he should push her back and reprimand her gently, or to just enjoy the contact for as long as it lasted. The latter thought won. After all, he might not know when next he would get in contact with her this way. And with that thought established in his mind, he returned her hug by clasping his hands behind her back, holding her to himself for now, relishing the moment. Her scent drove him mad.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

When she backed away, he bit back a protest as he stared into her forest green eyes. How can a human be so beautiful? How can she arrest his attention like this? He wasn’t a horny sixteen years old male going through puberty for god’s sake. He was more than two thousand years ago. He had to talk to his twin brother, and perhaps their healer. He had to know what was happening, and why he was attracted to a human this way. Was it a side effect of the ring? And then there was Azira. He didn’t think his sex mate for over five hundred years would be happy with the recent development.

“Thanks a lot Professor. I owe you a great deal.” He heard her say and nodded. If only she knew that he would do anything for her, with the way he was feeling at the moment.

“You’re welcome.” He said.

“We should get going…” He stated, standing up from the bench. “You still have to read up for my quiz tomorrow. I’m not letting you off the hook.” He mentioned, attempting a joke.

Emma laughed at her professor’s attempt at a joke. Of course. She knew that he wouldn’t let her off the hook tomorrow.

“Aye sir. I hear. Let’s be going.” She said, walking with him, side by side, a smile leaving her lips at intervals, for no reason at all.

*****

A phone ringing interrupted the comfortable silence between Emma and her professor as they walked along the road. They were getting closer to Melvina’s estate now.

“Won’t you take the call?” Professor Perkins asked, turning aside to look at her.

“I will check it out when I get home.” She replied.

“It might be urgent.” He said, as the phone rang out again.

“Maybe, or maybe not.” She stated, not wanting to acknowledge the ring. It was probably her sister. She thought. She didn’t want to talk to the latter in her tired state. She didn’t think her brain could process a shout either; aware that her Amelia would shout at least more than five times when she picked up the call. And she wasn’t ready for that. She would return the call after taking a large lunch, having a nice bath and then welcoming a long nap. She would need her senses at a high alert if she was to answer her sister’s call after more than two weeks of not talking over the phone.

“Okay, if you say so. But I still think you should check the caller…might not be who you are thinking it would be.” He said, grabbing her attention. Did he read off her thought? No. she replied herself. He had just sensed what anyone would at her situation.

“Alright then.” She agreed, wanting to please him. She took out the phone from her pocket. The caller was Clem. Why would he be calling? She thought.

And as if on cue, the phone rang out again. Clem again.

“Hello, Clem.” She said, as she picked the call.

“Where are you?” The latter asked over the phone.

“I’m almost at the house. Don’t worry.” She replied.

“Oh, thank goodness. We are waiting for you by the large general entrance.” He stated, before cutting the call.