THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

The contact was broken abruptly. Freya let out her breath slowly, all too aware that she should be feeling relief, not feeling bereft. There was seduction in his hypnotic voice, his masculine laughter, in their very conversation. She ached with the same loneliness as he did. She didn’t allow herself to think of the way her body had come alive at the touch of his fingers. Burned. Wanted. Needed. And he had only touched her with his mind.

The seduction was far more than physical; it was some deep, elemental thing she could not precisely put her finger on. He touched her inside her soul. His need. His darkness. His terrible, haunting loneliness. She needed, too. Someone to understand what it was like being so alone, so afraid to have an intimate relationship with another being, afraid to be too close. She liked his voice, the Old World elegance, the silly male arrogance. She wanted his knowledge, his abilities.

“Freya…” A voice called out to her from behind her door.

A tentative smile touched her lips.

Yodah.

“Stop smiling.” A sharp rebuke.

She scoffed, standing up.

“He is just my friend. I believe he is of your kind.” She said, softened by his jealousy.

“More reason why you should stay away from him.” Aiden suggested. She could feel the anger that simmered in his words.

“I can’t. He is my best friend, and don’t worry. He is, not in the least, attracted to me. He knows about you actually. I told him about you, about the dreams. I’m sure you are the one in my dreams. If not, why do we have such a connection?” She asked, admitting for the first time their strange connection, which seemed to please the man.

“Is that so? I would love to meet him then.” He stated warily.

“Do you stay close?” She asked, sighing as she heard Yodah call out to her again, promising to simmer into her room as mist if she didn’t open the door. He also added that he didn’t care if she was naked.

“Have he seen your nakedness?” Aiden asked, fury rolling all over him. He couldn’t take if another guy had seen his lifemate’s nakedness.

“No, he has not. He is just joking.” She replied.

“So, answer my question. Do you stay close?”

“Yes. I have seen you too. You are the beauty in my dreams.” He replied.

“Really? You had dreams of me too? That’s… well… I don’t really know. I had been thinking I was crazy or something. But Yodah had told me that perhaps, you were my lifemate.” She stated, a bit enthusiastic. The relief that assailed her being could be felt. She didn’t want to be caught in a love triangle. Never fancied it.

“You know of lifemates?” He asked.

“Yeah. Yodah told me all about it, since I’m half your kind.” She replied.

“You’re half my kind? Do you know what I am?” Aiden asked, bewildered. How did the girl become half of their kind? Did the wicked witch sleep with one of them? Of course, he knew about Leonarya. Her fame transcends her.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But… No, that’s not possible. None of his kind would make that mistake. So, how is his love, a half of his kind?

“Yes, of course. You are not a vampire.” She answered, shrinking her nose as she thought of the undead, gholish, ugly and without a feeling heart.

“But… how is that possible?” He asked, trying to figure out the weird puzzle.

“I don’t know. Mother never talks about it. She shuts me up with a shout if I ever ask her about it.” She said.

**

“Freya!” Yodah shouted dramatically, reclining at the door.

He wondered what was taking his best friend so long.

Freya’s hand trembled as she opened the door, breathed the air in the hallway, which smelt of Yodah.

Her body was her own again, moving lightly and fluidly, obeying her instructions.

“What took you so long?” Yodah asked, taking note of her tired eyes. Shouldn’t she be looking more refreshed?

“I was communicating with him.” She answered.

“Him? You mean the guy from your dreams?” He asked.

“Yes.” She replied, as they walked side by side in the hallways.

“He wants to see you.”

“Me? Not a good idea. Tell him I’m dead or something.” He stated, shaking his head.

Freya rolled her eyes.

Trust Yodah to always mouth nonsense or think pessimistically.

“He won’t harm you. He promised.” She intoned.

“So, when are we going? Does he stay around? He should be sleeping now, so, we have to go at night.” He implored.

“I don’t think so. He’s awake. He had the same ring as yours.” She whispered, knowing that they were getting close to the dinning.

“Oh, I see. So, we are leaving after lunch then. Do you think your mother would let you leave the community alone, with me?” He inquired.

“She has to. Or she will leave me no choice but to defy her.” She answered, remembering the hesitation on Aiden’s part, when she had mentioned about her mother. She was sure that he knew her. She wasn’t sure though if his views on the latter was good.

She would have to ask him when they met.

She couldn’t wait. She could feel her insides brimming with excitement.

“Oh God… don’t tell me you’re getting mushy for the first time ever.” Yodah sighed, covering his face with his palms.

He shrieked, bringing down his hands, as he felt her hit him lightly on the head.

“What was that for?” He asked, pouting his full pink lips.

“For trying to humiliate me.” Freya replied, smiling widely, ignoring the grunts of Aiden which were clear in her mind. Obviously, he was unhappy that some other guy was making her laugh. The gods had matched her with a so possessive one.

“Well, it seems I will be receiving much of that from henceforth.” Yodah said with a smirk, dodging her hand which had risen again to give his head another smack.