THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma couldn’t describe her feelings at the moment. On one hand, she was relieved that she wasn’t their prophecy, on the other hand she was a bit disappointed, just a tiny bit. For some minutes there, she had almost believed the Queen.

“Are you sure?” She heard her ask Lily.

The latter nodded, before settling in properly in her seat.

Her face was sullen.

Emma felt a bit sad for disappointing them, seeing the sullen looks which were also plastered on the faces of even the elders.

But was the prophecy that important?

She thought everyone possessed the ability to decide the particular fate he or she wants, community included, not minding some foretelling shit.

“Well, I’m not surprised.” The rude elder started again.

Emma felt like bashing her face on the table.

What the hell was wrong with the woman?

“Shut up Venete.” Zipfarah commanded, obviously annoyed too at the woman.

“I’m sorry, my Queen.” The woman, Venete, apologized in a low voice that surprised even Emma, with a bow.

“Emma, come here.” Zipfarah requested, her eyes returning back to their normal golden color. It had been fiery when she had shouted at the impudent woman.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Emma took in a deep breath, before standing up from her chair.

She was the center of attention, and she wasn’t liking it one bit.

She trudged her way to Zipfara’s corner. The tempo of her heart rate had increased drastically, out of sheer nervousness.

“Let me see your hand.” Zipfarah implored, stretching out her palm on the table.

Emma suspired, swallowing in her saliva, before placing her palm on Zipfarah’s.

“How old are you?” Zipfarah asked, after some beats, staring at her keenly.

“I will be eighteen by Tuesday.” She replied, even as she wondered what her age had to do with anything.

“That’s the problem then. We will have to wait till your birthday for the symbol to disclose itself. That’s the day after tomorrow right?” Zipfarah asked, throwing the question to the audience.

“Yes.” They all replied.

“O… K…” Emma drawled, finding the whole thing funny.

“Can I go home now?” She asked, her face scrunching in anger as she heard the next murmured words of the people in the room.

“She can’t go.”

“She is too important.”

“Leonarya would have her head if she leaves.”

“I don’t trust those werewolves.”

“They might not be able to take care of her.”

“And she befriended the Alpha’s son. What a shame.”

“Her ignorance is sickening.”

“You all are sick!” She screamed, as she swiveled around to stare at them, not bothered at all by the pleading gaze of Prescott, Lily and Daniel.

“How dare you talk to us like that? Do you know….” Venete was saying, but Emma cut her off abruptly.

” Shut up Vene or whatever your name is. I don’t care who or what you are. You all are sick. Is it my fault that I am ignorant of your kind or whatever fucking prophecy that you’re talking about. I’m a human. I have human parents. And I don’t give a damn about what you guys think or say anymore. I’m going home, and no one would stop me!” She shouted, aware at the last second that Zipfara was holding her by the hand.

“Calm down Emma.” Zipfarah implored, before casting glares at the members of her council.

They all bowed their heads in apology.

They hadn’t been budgeting that Emma would be able to hear their words so accurately.

Some of them gasped silently as they smartly figured out that the latter must have a keen sense of hearing.

Another gift!

“But they are right in a way. We can’t let you go. It’s dangerous.” Zipfarah stated, demanding with her eye that Emma should understand the gravity of the situation.

But the redhead was having none of it.

She shook her head intermittently.

“I can’t. I told you earlier that he was in trouble. Don’t you understand? I have to save him.” She muttered, as if analyzing her situation.

“And how would you do that?” Zipfarah asked, her patience running thin.

“You have no powers, and you are not sure if you’re even his mate. I can’t risk you either for him. He is a werewolf. He would be fine.” She stated, her tone falling at the end phrase. She knew that the wolf boy might be under more trouble than ever. But she also believed that Emma couldn’t do anything for him either. She wasn’t his mate. She would only fall into the hands of her daughter if she left the community.

“Yeah. You’re right Zipfarah. I have no powers. I’m not his mate either. But that’s not really my business. I just know that I should see him. The feeling is like a raging inferno in my guts. I can’t sit it down, neither can I stay here doing nothing. I feel like I would go crazy the next minute. Don’t you understand that?” Emma asked calmly, too calmly for Prescott’s liking, as she stared down at Zipfarah, not a big put out by the glares and curses she was attracting from the council for calling their queen by her name.

“I’m not changing my mind, Emma. Your life is too precious to be risked.” Zipfarah stated, returning Emma’s stark gaze.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what I should do or what I shouldn’t do.” Emma mentioned, suddenly disliking the gracious queen she had come to love these few days.

“That’s true. But you have no choice but to abide by my command. You’re still in my community. I won’t take a No from you. Don’t make me place you under house arrest, Emma. Stay, at least until we are sure that you are not the chosen one. We can let you go, after that.” Zipfarah responded, her voice breeding no room for argument.

But Emma would always be Emma.

“It will be too late for him. I am going home, with or without your help.” She said, turning around and walking away.