THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

He had just fed from the third person in a row. He was satisfied now. He could feel his system humming with satisfaction and pleasure.

It had always been easy to hunt, or more appropriately feed off from a human, but he hadn’t felt this great in along time. He knew it was because of the redhead.

Although, some humans offered themselves up as a feeding liter, some for the highness that accompanies it, and some for the money; it still didn’t compare to when you compel and feed.

You just have to make sure that you don’t kill while feeding, unless it would guarantee you a free entry to being a creature of the dead.

They thought he was a vampire??

He scoffed. He would never be that. The creature of the dead was something heinous he hoped that he would never be. He didn’t want to be hunted by his own people.

Vampires were leachy ugly creatures with no redemption at all. Of course, the undead had been once like them, but the former hadn’t been able to curtail their thirst for blood, and had killed off while feeding. When a male specie of theirs kills during feeding, he becomes a creature of the night. He agreed that sometimes it could be so tempting, but he had built enough discipline to curb his emotions.

They must have thought that his kind had been the atrocity that had aided in the destruction of their pack some years ago. How wrong they were? He thought.

Well, he didn’t blame them. Only a few still knew that their kind existed, after the war five thousand years ago that had wrecked their home town, and had claimed the lives of their females. Now, their females were few. Although recently, there had been an outbreak of his male species finding their life mates in humans, humans with psychic abilities, who could go through the three phases of blood transfusion without getting damaged or getting turned into a creature of the night. The prince of his people, or rather their king, had found his lifemate in a human psychic too. Their healer too.

As the males of his kind ages, so do the darkness in them. So, their lifemates were like a string of light, no, a full mass of light that could chase away the darkness. If they do not find them, there were high possibilities that the male would choose the life of the dead, over the life of being without emotions and seeing everything in black and white.

When he had seen the human, his sight had gotten better. He had been able to tell that her hair was red. It had been a shocking revelation and a relief to him. But he had chosen to court her little by little, so as not to give her a heart attack. He hadn’t foreseen that she would be a girlfriend to an Alpha wolf. A fling perhaps. He thought. He hoped, not wanting to hurt the damn kid. He would do anything to have her to himself. She was his lifemate. A light to his darkness. Through her, he had been able to feel emotions, and see colors again. He wasn’t going to give her up. He would rather die. The option of being one of the undead was out of question. He wasn’t going to torture his brother’s feelings by making the latter hunt him down. That would be a trauma to the older twin.

“Well, at least she led me to the pack I should be spying on. Ever a light…” He muttered, remembering her fiery spirit, her forest green eyes, her pink heart shaped lips. Already, he could feel his groins tightening.

His girlfriend back at home wouldn’t be happy about this. He thought.

It was true that they both were just trying out for kids so as to increase the population of their kind, but they weren’t lifemates. But he was sure, that the latter wouldn’t let him go without a fight, especially since she hadn’t found her own lifemate. She wouldn’t want to lose his companionship. She was a woman, so she wasn’t subjected to this curse of not feeling a tiddy bit of emotion once they crossed the thousand years threshold. He wondered why it was only the males that suffered from it though.

Taking steps away from the dark corner where he had left the gambling man whom he had just fed on, he decided to call onto his twin brother, through their peculiar mind path. Since they were twins, they could interact and share each other thoughts, even paint pictures of what they were seeing into their minds; it was similar to the bond shared between mates.

“Julius… I need you.” He called through the mind path.

“Did you encounter any difficulty?” He heard his brother ask.

“Not really. I just saw something, or rather someone peculiar.” He replied.

“You met your lifemate?” His brother asked. He could hear the relief and glee in the tone of his brother, even though his voice seemed stoic and bland.

“I think so.” He replied.

“You think so?” His brother queried. Must have found his reply incredulous. He thought.

“Yeah. She is a human. A young human. Too young. I don’t think it is possible though. But I can see colours and feel emotions now.” He said, smiling as he felt the wave of brotherly affection from his brother.

“She is the one then. You have to take it slow, since you mentioned that she is too young.” Julius stated.

“Yeah. Will you come around?” He asked, wanting to fly around the county with his brother. Now, that he could feel again, he wanted to relive some memories.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Maybe.” The latter replied, and like that he knew that he would come. His twin never turned him down. He just hoped that like him, he would find his own lifemate soon.

“Okay then, till then.” He said, about to cut off the communication when his brother called him.

“Aiden…Please… look out for her. She might have returned.” Julius said.

“I will.” He promised, knowing who his brother was referring to. He hadn’t seen her before, but his brother had told him her name. Sheila. He didn’t know their history; his brother wouldn’t tell him. But he would of course, find the woman, and perhaps, she might talk to him.

Dusting his hands on his trousers, he took off in the air, as an eagle. He had to see his lifemate one more time, before she retired to bed.