THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma knew that Melvina was annoyed with her for keeping her meet up with Margo from her, but she didn’t feel much guilty about it, especially after knowing their big secret. The woman was in the game of secrets too.

“Where are you guys going then?” Melvina asked, shifting her attention to her son and the witch girl.

“We were about going to Esther’s house to search around for clues.” Derek replied.

“Okay, I see then. Where is Shane and Clem?” Melvina asked, looking around the environs as if she would spot the duo if she did.

“They are still in the cafe.” Derek replied.

“Hmm…okay…this is what happens now. Emma, you will go back to the cafe and stay with Clem and Shane, while I and Derek and Anthony, with Esther will check out her house for clues.” Melvina stated.

“I’m going.” Emma commented. Nothing was going to stop her from her doing so.

She had to be there. Who knows? She might find out something that the others, perhaps, won’t be able to find.

“No, you are not.” Melvina deadpanned, refusing to be moved on this particular topic. The redhead won’t be going with them.

“And why is that?” Emma asked, folding her arms across her chest.

Anthony and Derek shared glances which communicated a message: If she was a werewolf and had dared to counter the words of the Luna, she would have been punished severely for her loud mouth. Well, she wouldn’t even want to try it in the first place if she was one of them.

“It’s too dangerous. You have received enough threats already, and we don’t know what could be awaiting us there. They might know that you would be coming to search out for clues and lie in ambush, waiting for you. It might be a trap.” Melvina answered, in that tone of hers which left room for no argument.

And no matter that Emma wanted so much to go and see Esther’s place, she found reason and truth in what her boyfriend’s mother was saying. They were better fitted for whatever might face them. But it only served her unease the more; the fact that her life was threatened, the fact that her life was at stake.

“Okay.” She said, aware of the sigh of relief that emanated from her boyfriend who was beside her.

Had he wanted her to stay back so badly? Well, it was because she was not a werewolf, so he must have thought that she couldn’t protect herself. She thought, then thinking if there was a way for a human to convert to a werewolf. She had read of humans being turned to vampires in those story books of hers, but never werewolf.

The fact that Derek might be leaving her soon, for some mate, still unsettled her.

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He shouldn’t have slept with her; he shouldn’t have taken her virginity if he was expecting a mate from somewhere.

She thought that she will kill him, before letting him out of her life. He can’t toy with her emotions like that.

She felt like asking him if she was his mate, but decided against it. That would reveal to him that she already knew him for what he was. She feared that he will push her away if he did.

“Good. That is settled then.” She heard Melvina say, and let out a sigh from her lips.

“Derek will lead you back to the cafe. We will be waiting out here for him.” The woman continued.

She nodded, before walking off, not turning aside to see if Derek was already walking with her. She knew that he was. He wouldn’t disobey his mother’s order.

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“Let’s go.” Melvina said, as she saw her son stepping out the cafe. She was sure that he had left an earful of instructions to his beta and gamma about keeping his mate safe, especially as her strange scent was still present and potent. She knew that her son was also a bit afraid of what might happen in his absence. Well, she wouldn’t blame him. The intoxicating scent emanating from the human was enough to fight over, enough to turn a friend to a foe. She just hoped that Clem and Shane would be able to choose duty over pleasure. They had to, if they didn’t want to turn her son into a crazy werewolf before his birthday in two days.

She saw the witch nod to her statement before walking towards the car in calculating steps.

She believed that the girl was in Emma’s age grade, 17 or 18 years.

She wondered if she could trust her, like she trusted her witch friend whom had just been kidnapped.

No, she couldn’t. She thought. The young girl could be working for those after the human’s life. Margo included. The whole thing could be a setup, a ploy, to make the human come into their nest, so that they could take her.

That was actually the main reason why she had told Emma to go back into the cafe. She didn’t trust them.

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“Will you give her up or not? Will you work with us to bring down here or do you choose to die down here, alone, pitifully in this dark room.” A woman with a long silvery whip asked a stark-naked lady, whose hands and legs were stretched wide, far apart from each other, hanging on the air, with no platform. An invisible cage.

“I won’t, even if it costs me my life.” The lady in captivity replied, her voice too strained and hoarse.

“You can go to hell rather.” She added, screaming the next minute as she felt the whip on her bare skin for the eleventh time. Her back was already sore. Her chest too. She could feel her powers leaving her. And she was cold. So cold.