THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“We?” Emma muttered out aloud. It can only mean one thing. She thought. Derek and Maya could be back, or perhaps it was just Clem and Anthony.

“Who was that? Family?” Professor Perkins asked, watching the lines that smeared her forehead whenever she was in deep thought.

“No. A friend.” She replied.

“I see…” He said, wondering immediately if it was a male friend or female friend that was worrying over her. The probability that it might have been a male friend that had called to check on her caused a tightening in his guts.

What the hell! He voiced out on his mind, not believing himself at the moment. He was going macho over a human girl. His twin would laugh the life out of him when he hears about this.

“He was checking upon you?” He asked, unable to keep the suspension on the caller’s gender; and so, he wisely posed it as a question, trying out the masculine pronoun of which his instinct was vying for.

“Yeah.” Emma muttered; her mind not really present at the time. She was thinking of what would happen if it turned out that Derek and Maya were already home. Of course, she was happy that they were back, but then, she knew that Anthony and Clem would have already briefed them of the recent strange happenings that had occurred with her at the center; the refrigerator incident and then the forest incident where Margo had met her and Clem. She was sure that Clem must have told Melvina and her husband about it already.

She had seen their curious gazes on her at the dining table this morning as they had eaten breakfast, but they hadn’t broached the topic since she was already late for classes. She knew that a meeting would be waiting for her as she got home. A meeting she was totally uncomfortable it. She hated being the center of attention like this. And then, there was the fact that her boyfriend was quite possessive. With the knowledge of these things now, he might even follow her into the bathroom if she wants to use it, for protection sake he would say. On a normal she would have loved spending with him in the bathroom since there were a lot of things to be done there, but she had always liked her own privacy. This onset of events might rob of that; and she didn’t like it. It already had her house.

“Wheew…” She let out a sigh, feeling a bit weary, both from the thoughts and from walking. This was the first time she was walking such a long distance. Now thinking of it, she wished she had called Clem to pick them up after she had mastered the art of blocking people’s thoughts from invading her mind.

“Fuck!” She said out aloud. She would have saved them both a lot of stress. She thought, casting an apologetic glance at her professor who seemed to have found her face interesting.

“Are you okay?” He asked, when their gazes met.

“Yeah, just a bit tired.” She answered truthfully. “I’m sorry for stressing you this way, Professor. I should have called my friend to pick us up. I just didn’t remember with the whirl of activities surrounding me then.” She apologized, knowing that he would understand.

“Not a problem.” Professor Perkins replied, unable to stop the tightening of his guts whenever ‘a friend’ was mentioned. This is bad. He thought, making sure that the barrier he had placed over his mind was still intact. For some reason in the cafe, he had felt a force sifting through his mind, and had instantly wedged it, surprised at the power and audacity of the intruder. But then, he had thought that it had been orchestrated by the clique in the cafe, and not the redhead. Knowing it was her after they had left the cafe, disturbed him a bit. She shouldn’t be this powerful as a human psychic, or was she more?

“Are we closer to your house now?” He asked, feeling tired too. He had to feed, sooner than later.

“Yeah, just a bend more.” She replied.

“Okay.” He stated, shifting his gaze from her to his surroundings. At first, he didn’t see anything peculiar about the long row of houses, more bungalows, nestled closer to the forest, but as he took the bend as the redhead led the way, he noticed that there were no more houses on this particular street just land and trees, so much trees, and the forest.

Where are the houses? He thought, casting a skeptic look on Emma, not knowing what to think of her at the moment. Was this where she lived?

But as he was still thinking about it, they broke out into another street, a more orderly street, with a peculiar smell. He wondered why he had never found this place as he toured the county.

“My house is the last one on this street. But I’m staying over at my friend’s place for now.” He heard her say, and blanched. She was staying with a boy? He couldn’t wait to meet the boy. He would compel him to break up with the redhead. Even as he made this decision, he was ashamed of himself. Look at him acting like a jealous lover. He was sure that the girl would flee from him if he ever told her who he was. A creature of the night.

“Why are you not staying over at your place?” He asked, before he could stop himself.

“Nothing really. It’s just a bonding thing.” Emma stated, unaware of the effect her lie was having on her history professor.

Bonding? We will see about that. He thought angrily, wanting to meet the male friend already.

When they made the last bend that led to a large and wide surrounding, filled with a mass of taller and ancient, but beautiful mansions, more likely, Professor Perkins balked. He had gotten recalcitrant while thinking of the redhead and her friend that he had misjudged the peculiar scent he had been perceiving. The scent was palpable now in the sight of these buildings. The scent of werewolves. He had just walked into a den of wolves, with his eyes wide open. Damn!!Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.