THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

6:30am, Zipfarah’s Palace.

“Emma, you can’t be seen anywhere out of these walls…” Prescott tried to advise Emma for the umpteenth time. She was bending down to fix the lace of the tennis shoes which Lily had brought for her some minutes ago. They were all preparing to meet the Queen. She had called for a royal meeting, which also involved the elders.

“Prescott, I have to go. He is in trouble.” She said, standing up from the bed, as she was done with her dress up. Her eyes stretched far to the horizon of the door, seeking to see Lily or her twin, but her expectations were cut off.

Where were they?

She needed to be in inner court with the queen, before those elders stomped in. She feared that if she got in any late, they might start up their bantering again which had the ability to take over the whole day.

“He is a werewolf. You are a human. Of what help could you possibly be to him?” Prescott asked, finding her reply ludicrous.

“I don’t know Prescott. I don’t know. I just have a strong sense that I should be with him today, other than to celebrate with him. I’m sure something must have happened.” She replied, pacing tro and fro the room, her hands clasped on each other, eyes darting at intervals to the huge clock which hung against the wall.

“Hmmm…” Prescott sighed, not knowing what to say again, seeing that Emma refused to be deterred in her foolish expedition.

Doesn’t she know that she would be kidnapped once she was outside of these walls?

Doesn’t she know that she was like a most wanted commodity now?

Of course, he knew that she wasn’t a mere human.

No human would attract such attention.

She was something more; something he wasn’t sure of.

But she was more. The fact that she was able to communicate with him telepathically stamped that motion.

But why was she so strong-headed huh? He wondered, as she paced around the room.

What exactly was ticking her off?

This morning she had been the one to wake him up, and that had spoke volumes.

The little he knew about the redhead, he knew that she loved sleep like the Israelites loved bread and fish.

With groggy eyes, he had watched her scamper round, whilst pushing him to mindlink Lily, so that the latter could help get her some clothes, since they had forgotten to shop for some the previous day.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He had hesitated, noting her franticness and disheveled hair. He believed that she hadn’t had a good sleep. But she had refused to talk to him about any dream which he had thought must have played a significant role in her state this morning.

He had done so still. He had mindlinked his little friend, a bit startled when the latter had told him that their queen had asked of their presence some minutes ago; that they should come with the redhead to the meeting by 7am.

But staring at Emma, he knew that they would be in the inner courts before that time. She had no time for protocols.

“Calm down… will you?” He asked.

“Why are you so agitated?”

“You know you can talk to me right?” He questioned, crossing his arms across his chest, as he took a seat upon the bed.

“I already answered you Prescott. He is in trouble.” Emma replied, wishing she could communicate with the twins telepathically. She trusted herself to drag them here with just mere words.

“And how sure are you about that? Are you his mate?” He asked, and in the next minute, he shook his head, when he noticed that she had stopped pacing, and was staring at him.

“You can’t be his mate. You ain’t a werewolf.” He stated, replying his question himself.

“Perhaps.” Emma mumbled, twisting her fingers, peptalking herself not to berate herself for giving herself to a werewolf who had a mate somewhere else. This was not the time to sink in gloom. She thought, resuming her pace.

She had to see him first.

She can worry about the latter later.

***

The same time; Aiden’s place.

“This is quite complicated.” Julius stated through their special mind path.

His voice ladened with confusion.

“Seems I will have to make some research of my own. I could travel and search for the girl in question, to see if she could exist.” He said, having gotten the whole imagery of the dream.

Aiden hadn’t even bothered to hide the erotic experiences from his brother.

Well, the latter didn’t feel.

“That would be great. Thank you.” Aiden replied, still sorry that he had disturbed his brother’s sleep. The sun would soon be out. They had to get back into the soil and rejuvenate. He was happy too that it was weekend. He didn’t have to work up his body like an alarm, to tick off at a stipulated time, for his daytime work.

Although the ring prevented him from being burnt by the sun, it aggraved his hunger for blood at night. The human meals he tasted at noon day to stop suspicions, tasted almost bland in his mouth, that he stuck only to veggies.

A price to pay. He had thought, for damning the gods and walking under the sun in all majestic-ness.

“No need for that show. We are brothers. And don’t forget to take care in feeding, until we sort out this matter.” Julius mentioned, obviously reading his thoughts.

“Aye brother. I will try.” He replied.

But of course he had to. He couldn’t surely turn over to the ways of the undead now that he almost had his lifemate in his hands.

“Good. One question though.” Julius commented.

“What is it?” Aiden asked.

“The girl, you are sure you saw colors? You see colors now?” Julius asked.

Aiden soughed. That was another matter of confusion.

When he had first seen her, he had been so overwhelmed with so many a multitude of emotions after he had discovered that her eyes were green, and her hair was red.

He had almost shouted for joy in the class, not until he had sensed her outright dislike for him. He had gotten the sense to bring her to his office, but then, he hadn’t been able to see colors or feel emotions after that, except when she was around him, in thoughts and physically.

“She might not be the one.” Julius said, having read his thoughts again.

“But I see colors now.” Aiden said, feeling a bit bereft after his brother’s conclusion.

“Well, that’s because you had sex with her or someone like her in the dream.” Julius emphasized.

“You don’t think it is a work of a witch, perhaps, to deprive me of my joy?” Aiden inquired, not wanting to believe that he hadn’t even found his lifemate to start with. He had seen colors and felt, hadn’t he?

“No. Not possible. The one capable of that is dead long ago, and you know that.” Julius replied.