THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Immediately Emma left the office, the professor banged his fist on the large table, causing a slight rip to appear on it.

“Impossible.” He muttered, the black orbs of his eyes reddening by the passing second.

She had withstood his compulsion. No human should be able to do that. The werewolf girl hadn’t been able to resist it. So, how could she, a mere human be able to? Is she the one? He thought, reclining back into his chair, as he allowed his mind to wander.

He had moved here on a request of his king to scout the regions, after a certain Alpha had sought for their help to overthrow another pack, and take over the region. They would be needed to fight along side them if possible. He had found the matter ludicrous, the all had, surprised at the braveness of the werewolf to come into their lair and ask for their help to extinguish another pack. But when he made the offer of the cave of Baresis, they had been inclined to listen. Not because the cave was valuable, actually they haven’t heard of the cave until then, but because he hadn’t offered gold and all those flimsy minerals which they had in abundance but which unknowing folks had thought could be used to buy them over; folks whom they had killed after they had made their propositions.

But the man had caught their attention, by mentioning a certain cave.

So, his king had raised up his scepter, which had meant that the Alpha wolf should continue with what he was saying.

And so, the werewolf had told them of the cave of Baresis. It was located in the cave which laid on the western plains of the pack he wanted to take over. Furthermore, it housed a certain liquid substance or mineral called the abstenum.

He remembered now the gasps of awe and unbelief that had escaped from his people as the werewolf had mentioned that ancient mineral which when affiliated with certain other components and taken, gave them the innate capacity to walk out in the sun, without getting burnt.

The last time they had seen the mineral and had utilized it was more than two thousand years ago. It had been solidified and motioned into a ring by a witch, and worn by the respective few which were sent on an assignment by the king, an assignment which might require of them to walk in the sun.

A type of assignment he was on now.

He let out a deep breath as he tapped the signet ring on his middle finger. He was clear sighted about the mission, until now; until he met the fiery redhead.

When he had come to the county at first, he had been won over by the naturalness of the surroundings. And although he had welcomed his nature all those years ago, he still wished that he had been able to walk around under the beauty of the sun. The offer promised by the werewolf had raised his hope of doing so as he had scouted the surroundings, before making the decision to mingle with the population. He had thought that the best option was the campus, that way he could see the number of werewolf students, and perhaps compel them, since he was an ancient, an ancient warrior. He was over two thousand years.

He had compelled his way into being a history professor, knowing it was a subject he could teach enough since he was history himself. He had compelled the vice chancellor of the university, although he had handed over his forged resume and documents, in case something drastic happened in the future that might warrant the searching out of whom he was. He also compelled the previous history professor to take a vacation in Africa with his wife, not wanting to kill him off after seeing that the wife had leukemia, and needed him alive, by her side.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He had been going through the professor’s records, wanting to acquaint himself with the boring routine, when he had come across the test sheets of the first-year students. And so, wanting to humor himself, he had gone through the essays written by students who had just been out of high school some months ago, wanting to know their capacity and level at the moment. Most of the essays had tickled his fancy, and none could come up to his radar of excellent quality except one. He had been amazed by the writing style of the female, as he had deducted by the name; her words flowed in rhythmic pattern drawing you in, exposing you to the secret information within the walls of her writing. She was terrific. The old professor had given her an A+ and had written on the bottom of her sheet, that she should meet him in his office after receiving her sheet.

And so, when next he had been done teaching for the first time in their class, he had called out her name, but she had been absent that day, the following day, the upper week, up until now.

“Emma Drackson…” He muttered, tapping his ring again. He had half expected her to be a werewolf, a brainy one, but she was a human, a unique one at that. He couldn’t read her mind and he couldn’t compel her either. He had known all along that she had been trying to play along with him. He had been shocked ta first, but had played along too, to end both of their misery. He wondered what she would think of his ability. Hypnosis? Maybe. He thought, raking his hair with his fingers, as he threw back his head on the apex of his revolving arm chair.

She must be psychic then. A strong one. A strong beautiful one. He thought and concluded, remembering her forest green eyes which surely complemented her red hair with white streaks on them.

A truly unique lady. He concluded, not wanting to task his brain on the issue of the prophecy which had talked gibberish about a girl that would bring harmony between the various supernatural realms in the world. He didn’t believe that. He never believed it. And even if he did, Emma Drackson was a human, and not a werewolf.