THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

What had really happened in that off moment of compulsion? Maya thought, staring heatedly at the professor, who seemed to be more focused on her cousin.

She only hoped that Emma would trust her enough to tell her about it, when they both would settle in and talk this night, while also prepping for the quiz she had heard about from Ava.

Shifting her gaze back to her best friend, she saw that the redhead was staring at her, obviously expecting her to take the lead first in welcoming the history professor, a vampire. The thought gave her the chills.

But on a second thought, she agreed that they should be welcoming the professor, not because that they wanted to, but so as not to trigger the human’s inquisitive nature. Although, she believed that it was too late already. She could see the human looking all curious at them all, hands no longer at akimbo, but now crossed under her chest. They would have a string of questions to answer later. She concluded.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Good afternoon Professor. My name is Maya.” She said, taking the first step, since none of the three guys she was with had not figured out that their silence was only triggering the redhead’s curiosity which would only bring to the surface her inquisitiveness.

“Well, hello Maya. I’m Professor Perkins. Emma’s history teacher.” Professor Perkins stated, taking his eyes from Emma’s boyfriend for the first time whom he believed was the Alpha’s son, to the blondie who had the same blue eyes with the former. They were cousins quite alright, unfortunately. He thought, remembering his mission.

“And mine…and his too…” The blondie mentioned, indicating in the direction of the Derek, with a slight jerk of her head.

“I see…” He said, peering at them like he could see through them. “Good to see you guys then. Let’s get along well.” He stated, not because he wanted or believed it, but because of Emma. This is what she would have wanted. Unity between people she cared for.

He knew that she cared for him. He had seen the stance she had taken to evoke their compliance in welcoming him. Even though it had been just a little act of compassion and concern for him, he believed that it would grow with time. He was determined too, to make it happen. He was sure that she was his lifemate, that occurred once in forever, and prevented their male species to turn into the creature of the dead. He also knew that there was no way in the world that she was the mate to Derek.

The latter was an Alpha, or soon to be. So, he believed it was just a fling, perhaps arising from a mere attraction since the redhead was too beautiful for her own good, that would pass off if the boy found his mate; not wanting to deliberate on the utter sense of possessiveness and lust he had seen in the latter’s eyes as he had stared down at the redhead some minutes earlier. That alone grated on his nerves. But he pledged to be patient and wait it out, till the soon to be alpha turns 18, and found his mate.

“Sure, let’s do that.” The blondie commented, earning his respect. He thought that she was wiser than the three guys. Not because of what she had said, of course they would likely not get along, but because she had known that the human was still unaware of their kind, and was playing along with him since they both seemed to think alike in that way. She also, like him, didn’t want the human to know or ask certain questions. The redhead already thought that he had been Clara, or was it Claire? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. But the redhead believed that he must have dated the latter sometime ago. Now, these three bullheads staring at him warily were only her silly theory.

“Terrific Maya.” He heard the redhead say, and watched as she gave scornful looks to Derek and the other two guys, obviously expecting them to follow in the foot prints of the Maya.

“Good afternoon Professor. I am Derek. It’s a pleasure meeting you, before tomorrow in class.” The Alpha boy grounded out, and he almost smirked, but for the fear of riling up the redhead who seemed to be working so hard to bring them together.

“Pleasure meeting you too, Derek.” He said, maintaining a normal composure, before stretching out his hand for a handshake, of which the latter shook firmly, but not before hesitating for some seconds.

“I am Shane.” The guy with dark brown hair introduced himself, already stretching out his hand for a handshake. He shook it firmly, noting that the frown on the lad’s face seemed misplaced, like a frown on a comedian’s face. He felt that this one was the jokes monger of the clique.

“I’m Clem.” The last guy rasped out, more like bit out, before shaking hands with him. He thought that this one looked like the bimbo that had almost pounced on the redhead in front of his office. They had a striking resemblance. He wouldn’t be surprised if they turned out to be siblings, but he dared not to ask, for fear of adding credibility to the redhead’s theory.

“A pleasure to meet you all, friends of Miss Drackson.” He said, pleased actually that there hadn’t arisen an occasion where he would have had to shift to a bat and flied away. If that had happened, he was sure that the redhead would have developed a heart attack. But still then, he was grateful to her. For the story might have been different if she had left him at the mercy of these ravenous werewolves.

“Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to stay much longer. I have a place to be at the moment.” He said, shifting his gaze to Emma, who found his statement unsettling.

“But you haven’t ….” She was protesting, but he cut her off, knowing that she could be quite stubborn if she wanted to.

“Maybe next time.” He said.

“See you tomorrow in class.” He stated, taking his time to look at each one of them, before turning around, and walking away, holding tightly the last sight of the redhead in his mind. She had been pouting.