THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Double knocks on the door had Derek lifting his head from its bent position.

Who was that? He didn’t want to see anybody still, especially after the doctor’s declaration after the morning’s breakfast.

When he had ventured into the pack house with Maya after the rigorous personal trainings, he had met the pack’s doctor discussing some issues with his parents, but he had ignored them, since after all he hadn’t been able to listen in on their conversations, and had gone off to the kitchen with his cousin, only coming out when he had heard his mother call out his name. It had grated on his nerves then that he hadn’t been able to hear her speak through the mind link.

Meeting them in the sitting room, he had gotten tensed up when he had seen the grave looks on their faces, including Anthony.

And when they had broken the news to him, when the pack’s doctor had informed him of the futuristic effects of the orb which was discovered to have been an instrument of control and death, created by an ancient sorcerer, he had almost fainted for the connotation of the news.

According to the doctor, the chances of resurrecting his wolf was next to null. The only hope was if he found his mate by tomorrow, and that wasn’t even a guaranteed solution with the success probability at five percent if his mate was a strong werewolf. If he doesn’t get one by tomorrow, which was his eighteenth birthday, there were high chances that his wolf would be hidden forever, and that he would also be under the influence of the dark force which had taken his body as a sanctuary. He would be a threat to the pack. He would have to be banished.

Although he had seen his mother shake her head at intervals, her face clouded in sorrow, while trying unsuccessfully, to keep her tears at bay for having her only son banished on his birthday, he was stoic, unmoved, and emotionless, that Anthony had to take him away from her presence, as his reaction and outlook made the whole issue much more sorrowful for the Luna.

He hadn’t spoken a word to anyone, even till now.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

What was there to say?

He had almost thought of killing himself, but he knew that the dark force within him wouldn’t even give him up to the clutches of death without a fight.

He was doomed, unless his little witch came back. But she wasn’t a wolf.

He huffed. The chances were getting slimmer by the passing second.

“Derek…”

He heard his name being called, followed by a knock.

It was his little sister. What was she doing here?

“Derek…” He heard her tiny voice call out to him again, and sighed.

He couldn’t send her away.

He gingerly got up from the bed, and stalked toward the door in a steady gait.

He inhaled deeply, before turning the knob, and opening the door.

His little sister, dressed in her pink night gown, was on the other side of the door. Her eyes were misty as she stared up at him, and she was clutching one of her many teddy bears tightly with her two hands.

Something was wrong.

“Eva, what’s the matter?” He asked, as he bent down and scooped her into his arms, carrying her into the room, while kicking the door shut with his legs.

“I saw a monster in my dream.” She replied, shivering as she mentioned the scary thing.

She must have had a nightmare. He thought, setting her down on his bed.

“Can I sleep here?” She asked quickly, and he nodded, standing to his full height, wondering if he could ever refuse her with her big blue eyes staring up at him like that.

“Thank you. You are the best.” She muttered, before burrowing into his sheets.

“Aren’t you sleeping?” She asked, when she noticed that he just stood there, staring at her.

“I will.” He replied, before stepping into the bed, and hugging her to himself, hoping that she will sleep off already.

A few minutes has passed, and Derek was still awake. His mind was still reeling around with thoughts which centered especially on his wolf and his little witch; if he could ever get them back or if he would lose them forever.

How had this happened? He thought, cursing whatever had led him to touch the orb.

And that was the problem. He couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember even entering a secret room.

He gritted his teeth in pain, as he felt a sharp sting on his throat and chest region.

What the hell was that? He wondered, massaging his throat and chest at intervals to sooth the ache which seemed to be coming in consistently at close intermissions.

“I want her.” He heard, and jerked up from his lying position on the bed.

The force was communicating with him.

“Who?” He asked, deciding to know what manner of evil dwelt in him.

“Sweet little Eva.” It said with a sinister voice, and he scoffed.

The next second, he wished he hadn’t done that.

His insides tightened and stretched. He bit his lips, the pain almost driving him crazy, suppressing a groan, not wanting to wake his sister who had drifted off to sleep.

“I can’t kill my sister.” He mumbled, feeling beads of sweat all over him already.

“You have no choice.” The dark being in him stated, and to his shock, he found his hand moving slowly to his sister’s neck.

“No!” He shrieked in his mind, battling to keep his hand at a place. It ended holding the sheets tightly.

“You cannot resist me. Take her!” He heard in his mind, just the exact way that his wolf had always communicated with him.

He clenched his fist, using his left hand to hold back the right one which had begone to move on its accord to Eva’s neck.

He groaned in pain again, after succeeding in stopping the wicked movements of his hand, feeling the earlier torture return. It felt like his intestines were stretching and tearing apart. He couldn’t breathe either. It was like his nostrils had been blocked.

But he would rather die, than kill his sister.