THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

They were sitting on the sofas in the sitting room; Melvina, Anthony and Esther.

Esther’s head was buried in her palms.

After they had managed to translate and interpret the strange writing on the piece of paper, it was like their energy had left them. They seemed tired.

Melvina was confused, even as she drew her head back on the sofa, reclining deeply into the lush furniture.

The same people that had taken her friend, the same people that had kept the dead animal in the redhead’s refrigerator, were the same people that had taken Margo.

She had thought that Margo was an enemy, when rather, the latter had been protecting Emma in her own way.

Esther had told them about her aunt’s travels and secret movements. She had told them about her resilience in protecting the human. And in return she had told the girl about the threats the human had received, in paper and in deeds.

Who were these people?

She was already suspecting that Leonarya was behind it. That queen was never up to no good. After all, she had sent a phantom to capture the redhead for her.

But for what? She thought, sinking her fingers into her hair. This was the ever constant question.

Why was the human garnering all this attention?

Already, she was starting to think that the redhead might be something else, other than a human. But she didn’t want to conclude that assumption based on mere instincts. She needed facts.

Esther was going mad with anger, then grief.

Her aunt was going to die because of some useless human whom she thought was a prophecy.

It could be a faux pas! She screamed inside her head, even as she battled with her guts which were explaining that her aunt had always been meticulous, and careful. She wouldn’t indulge in something frivolous.

But still, her heart burned.

Although she was curious as to why a mere human was receiving threats, she still needed her Aunt alive, here and now.

Was it because of her psychic abilities? She considered, remembering that the human had resisted her compulsion, then canceled it out.

Almost every supernatural had that.

So, what was it?

And where the hell was Derek? She thought, raising up her head from her palms, but not before wiping out the tears that had stealthily run down her cheek as she had considered a lot of questions.

She hadn’t seen the latter for a while now.

She shifted her gaze to the guy who had healed her up. Anthony.

She hadn’t seen him before. Did he attend their college?

She would have loved to tune up a green light to him, seeing that he was so handsome, but he was a werewolf, not a human that could just date anyone, unless he was up for a fling.

But what if his mate comes around? Where will that leave her?

Well, she would not involve her heart then, anything to taste those fully shaped lips of his.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She bit her lips, trying to control her lustful hormones, as he lifted up his eyes and stared at her. His stare didn’t last more than a second. He looked away.

She felt bereft, then very stupid.

Her aunt was missing, and here she was, pining for a guy who wasn’t even seeing her.

“Where is Derek?” She croaked out, not believing the smallness and subdued nature of her voice.

She coughed, trying to create the message that something had logged in her throat and had deadened her voice.

It would be humiliating if the guy thought that it had been because of him.

“In a room perhaps.” Anthony replied, sliding his gaze back to Esther. He thought her beautiful, but she was not his mate. He didn’t do flings. He had seen her watching him, had felt it, but had found no reason to drive her on. It was useless if she wasn’t his mate. She would only end up getting hurt. He hates when girls cry.

“Call him then. We have to be going.” Melvina said, snapping out of the thinking haze. They still had to check out Emma’s house, to see if they could find any more clues.

But what about Esther?

Would she follow them?

“Esther…” She called, and Esther shifted her gaze to her.

“Will you come with us? Or would you rather stay here?” She asked.

“I will stay here. My Aunt might come back. I want to be around when she does.” Esther started with a resolved look on her face.

Melvina knew that there was no convincing the girl.

She just hoped that the latter would be safe.

Standing up, she beckoned on Anthony to know her son’s response.

“He didn’t reply.” Anthony said, a bit confused.

“But he is in the house.” Melvina stated, knowing it. He was in one of the rooms.

“Let’s see what he is up to then.” She said, aware that Esther had stood up, and was waiting to walk after her.

They were about walking into the passage, when they heard a knock on the door.

“Expecting any visitors?” Anthony asked Esther.

“Not at all.” She replied, with a shrug.

He stared at her a second longer before walking slowly towards the door.

Taking a deep breath in, he turned the knob and opened the door, aware that Esther was right behind him, perhaps to put up a spell if there was an enemy at the door.

But he saw Clem and Shane pacing frantically on the front porch.

Something was wrong.

Where was the redhead?

Clem and Shane rushed at him as they saw that he was the one behind the door.

“Anthony, we have a big problem.” They said together, panting as they spoke.

He noticed that they looked paler than usual.

He couldn’t help notice the absence of the redhead again.

“Where is she?” He asked finally, echoing his thoughts, his anger rising a bit, as he watched their faces fall unhappily.

“I asked a question.” He stated, even as he felt his Luna walking towards him.

“She has been taken.” Clem replied, his face still fallen.