THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Derek was still on the bed, going through Emma’s history notes, or rather trying to understand a paragraph but failing to because of his unpresent, unassimilating mind which was already filled with thoughts of Emma, specifically their love making last night; when Emma walked into the room from the small bathroom, clouded in a white thick towel which stopped at the upper end of her thighs.

“You’re still here? You should be dressing up.” She said, walking to the wardrobe to get clothing for school.

“Yeah… you’re right.” He said, keeping her note on the bedstand, and standing up abruptly from the bed, all the while, not removing his eyes from her long legs which seemed to go on forever.

She was his. Oh, the joy that filled his soul.

“Quit staring at me like that, and use my bathroom. You can change in your room later.” She said, as she caught him staring at her, while trying to apply lotion on her leg which she had kept on a chair, near the dressing table.

“No, I would rather use mine.” He said, gulping down his saliva, before walking to the door.

He got there, and changed his mind, in the sense that he left the door and walked up to her, holding her firmly by the waist, and dropping a kiss on her lips.

“You’re enticing.” He said, as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She must have used a shampoo, which was interfering with her normal chocolate musky scent, but he liked it all the same. He thought, kissing her hair too.

“Der… ek…..” She drawled out his name.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“We don’t have time for this. It’s almost 8am.” She said sternly, although the giggling sounds that came forth from her when he pouted intermittently, was a contrast to her stern face.

“Get going.” She said, pushing him lightly towards the door.

“What about that?” He asked, pointing towards a bed spread by the corner. It had ceased to be the bed’s layering after it had been stained with her blood the previous night. They had taken out a spare one from the cupboard.

“I will wash it myself.” She replied, with a shrug. Although she had never washed clothes in her seventeen years life, including socks. How was she going to wash a bed spread?

Derek laughed then, at the scowl that had formed on her face, unknowingly to her, as she looked at the bedspread.

“You can put it in the washing machine, down the hall.” He said, before reversing it the next second.

“You know what… you don’t have to bother about it.. I will just take it now and put it there, as I’m leaving your room now.” He stated, already moving in the direction where the cloth material was heaped.

“But…”

Emma was about saying something until she saw Derek bend down to pick up the black feather, lying idly in the corner, near the bed spread.

“What is this?” He asked, turning around to face her.

“Have you seen this?” He queried, holding up the feather horizontally to his face.

“No…” She managed to croak out, unable to tell the truth. How can she explain what she was not even sure of?

“Hmm…” He sighed deeply.

“I will take this to Shane. He might know from which bird it had come from, since it’s in line with the area of his study.” He stated.

“But you should be closing your windows…” He commented, taking his eyes away from the feather to look at her.

He noticed that she was clutching her towel tightly, than the usual, even as she nodded to his advice, and that her knuckles were almost turning white.

Had she lied to him? He wondered, still looking at her, as he put the feather into the one pocket of his short, out front.

And then he remembered Margo, and cursed.

They hadn’t even discussed about the witch last night. Rather, he had been caught in the web of romance. He didn’t regret it though. No, he can’t surely regret claiming his mate. He wondered if she would feel the mate bond now, or perhaps communicate with him telepathically as mates do through their special path, since she was no ordinary human.

Time will tell. He thought. She wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

But he had to know about Margo. Now.

He was about broaching the topic, when a sharp knock was heard on the door.

*****

Emma and Derek stared at each other, the same thought running through their minds.

‘Who was at the door?’

‘Maya, most likely.’

Derek opened the door then, backing away, further into the room suddenly, when his mother barged into the room like a wounded lioness, with Maya right behind her.

Trouble. He chanted to his wolf, Maru, who was less concerned about the matter.

“Good morning… Melvina…” Emma stuttered, her eyes on the floor, as she played with her fingers.

Derek wanted to hug her to himself, as he cut his eyes to her. He knew that this would be uncomfortable for her, and he hated himself for putting her in that position.

Emma bit her lips, her courage waning.

When Maya had walked in on her and Derek, she had only felt a bit embarrassed at being caught naked. But this was different. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

What would the woman think of her now?

From the way that the older woman had barged into the room, she could tell that she was angry.

She thought that she would have waited some more.

Again, she cursed at the burgular that had left a dead animal in her refrigerator.

She wouldn’t be going through this uncomfortability in her own house.

“Good morning Emma.” Melvina replied her, in a calm tone that contradicted her demeanour, while still staring at Derek, who was trying hard not to turn away and hide from her heated gaze.

“Good morning Mum.” He finally croaked out.

“What have you done?” She asked, through their mind link, each word lined with volumes of anger and disappointment.