THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Meanwhile, as Derek was gearing up for a confrontation with the strange werewolf, Aiden was in his office, restless and quite sad, not in the mood for a morning quiz at all.

After he had left Emma’s room the previous night, he had flown as an owl to one of the trees and waited.

And so, he had known, he had felt her anger at the intruder who had touched her without her permission, she had been angry at him, only that she hadn’t known that he was her assailant.

But still, he hadn’t been pleased with her conclusion.

Rather, he had felt stupid and guilty.

“Did she hate my touch that bad…?” He asked himself, as he reclined more deeply into the armchair in his office.

He knew she hadn’t. Her body had responded to him so well, so intensely. She just didn’t like the intrusion without her permission. She had felt violated, and very angry at it. He should have waited like he had planned. If she ever found out that he was the intruder, would she give him another chance if it ever came to that?

He hoped so, or else, he would have no choice but to bundle her with him down to the place of his people. He would turn her too, to one of his kind, since she was already psychic.

But why had a witch vistied her? He thought, remembering the reason why he had flown far away from the mansion that night.

He had felt the presence of a very strong witch.

And so, not wanting to attract undue attention, he had flown away, to his lair, a small cottage where he had made his home, in this county.

Questions with no answers.

He hated it.

He hated mysteries, and it looked like his lifemate was shrouded with it.

He had no choice then, but to unravel it one by one.

Letting out a little sigh, he rubbed the ring on his left finger.

Maybe, he should employ the services of his brother sooner than later.

He inhaled sharply, as he felt a tightening in his chest.

“What is happening?” He asked aloud, holding his chest.

“Seems she is in trouble.” He heard his brother say through their special mind link.

Trouble?

As he ruminated on this, wondering what manner of trouble had befallen the redhead, trying even from where he sat to reach her through the mind path he had formed last night, a sharp knock sounded on his door.

“Come in.” He said, unlocking the door with just a wave of his hand.

A brunette stepped in.

He recognized her, as one of his students, but he couldn’t place her name at the moment.

“Good morning Professor Perkins.” She greeted, keeping his gaze, while shutting the door in its hinges.

She was a werewolf. He knew.

He also knew of what she thought of him.

She considered him the undead.

They can think all they want. He thought. It wasn’t really his business. His priorities were the mission and his lifemate.

“Good morning Miss….” He left the statement hanging, expecting her to fill in the blank space.

“Ava.” She replied. “Ava Brighton.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Okay. Miss Brighton. To what do I owe this visit?” He asked lazily, picking up a pen and twirling it with his fingers.

“We should be having your quiz, thirty minutes ago. I came to remind you, probably, you have forgotten.” She stated, inserting one of her hand into the front pocket of her flair black skirt, which stopped above her knees.

“That’s right. I’m sorry if I had kept you guys waiting. I was caught up in something. But I will be there in a minute. Thank you.” He said, expecting to perhaps nod in agreement and understanding and walk away, but she still stood there, staring at him.

“Is there any other thing, Miss Brighton?” He asked, piquing up his eyebrows at her.

“A whole lot, Profession Perkins, but that would be later.” She said boldly, not mincing words, not fearing his capacity or what he might do to her.

“For now, there’s quite an upheaval in class. Actually, that’s why I came. I know you would be able to stop it, despite our differences.” She stated.

Upheaval in class?

“What is the problem?” He asked, already knowing that his lifemate might be caught in the center of the problem. She always seem to attract trouble, like a flame to a moth.

“Well, it’s quite special. I think you would want to see it in person, than hear it from me.” Ava said, already turning the knob of the mahogany door with her left hand, while still facing him.

” I see…” He muttered, standing up from his chair, and walking around the table.

Ava was already waiting for him outside.

“Mr Perkins…” She called, as they started walking down the hallway, towards the direction of the class.

“Yes..” Aiden replied, holding himself from walking hurriedly towards in the direction of the so intoxicating scent he was perceiving at the moment.

“Not you too…” She muttered, getting his attention, causing him to look at her.

“What about me…” He asked.

“You’ve perceived the unique scent, right?” She asked, shaking her head, as if fed up with something. She had noticed that he was walking faster, his nose up in the air, shrinking and unshrinking

“Who has it?” He queried, even as he felt his heart beat increase.

“Emma. Emma Drackson. The redhead you asked to see you in your office.” She replied, peering at him steadily from underneath her eyelashes.

“How…. come…” He muttered, more to himself, but Ava heard it quite alright; and it added fuel to her fire of curiosity. What did the vampire want with Emma? She had heard the tale of the cafe incident from Brad yesterday.

She knew something was fishy.

But what?

And the rehead herself was all the more intriguing and mysterious.

She thought the latter, a werewolf, a hybrid perhaps.

There was no how a human could scent like that.

It was true that she had the distinctive human scent, but still… this intoxicating scent has overruled it.

She couldn’t wait for her grandfather to come back. He would know what to do about this.

But why wasn’t the old man back yet?

He had told her that the journey would take at most two weeks.

It was almost a month now.

Where was he?

What was holding him up?

She hoped that the dark eyes hadn’t caught up with him.

No, she wouldn’t think that way.

After all, he was with the necklace of Sirins.