THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Melvina watched keenly as the Pack doctor packed his tools inside his bag.

Her son’s hands were bandaged properly now, and he was sleeping fitfully.

“Jack, what is wrong?” She asked him, as she saw him sough deeply.

“Is his wolf lost??” She queried, even as she saw from the tail of her eyes, her mate lifting up his head from the confines of his hands.

After she has told him about their son’s mate and all the events that had surrounded her, he had been silent, and in every way sad. She could feel his feelings.

She knew that he was contemplating whether he should still go on with his plans of making Claire the Luna of the pack, or whether he should let his son choose his mate. He didn’t want his son to go crazy because of him. It was true that the pack needed a strong Luna in these perilous times, but what was the essence of a strong Luna, and a mad Alpha?

She only hoped that he would make the right choice.

“Not really.” Jack replied sadly.

“Why are you sounding sad when that is not an entirely bad news?” Anthony asked.

He was standing by the door with Maya.

“Well, it’s true that his wolf is not lost. It could surface again, but the chances are low.” Jack answered, as he stood up from the side of the bed which he had sat on while administering healing to Derek.

“Why is that?” Alpha Peter asked, his heart beating faster than the usual. If his son’s wolf was lost to them entirely, then the leadership mantle would fall to his beta, although he would prefer Anthony.

But still, they both didn’t carry the bloodline of an Alpha, and that might pose as an obstacle in the nearest future.

Who knows? His brother might want to take ownership of the pack.

“His wolf is subdued by magic, by a strong power which I think is as a result of the orb you had explained to me about. It would take a higher force to pull out his wolf into the surface. The alien power might also control him at times. So, we would have to be watchful around him, so that he wouldn’t cause a fit.” Jack stated in reply, aware of the graven looks that suddenly coated the faces of the inhabitants of the room, except the lying figure beside him.

That explained the red eyes. Melvina thought as she heard the opinions of the doctor.

This was worse that they had all thought.

A foreign power was at work in her son.

She has a feeling that it would be working against them all.

She had to find the redhead. The girl might be able to at least control him when the evil power raises up its ugly head. She was after all, his mate.

But where could she be? Who had taken her?

“We will find her. Quit worrying.” She heard her mate say to her through their special mind path. She knew that he had read her thoughts this time around.

She nodded at him, before thanking the Pack’s doctor, who had hung his medical bag on his shoulder, and was about to leave.

“Jack…” She heard her mate call to the Pack’s doctor.

“Yes, Alpha.” Jack answered.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tell this to no one.” He ordered.

“Of course not. Alpha.” Jack promised, whilst bowing a little, before walking out of the room.

***

None of them had left the room.

After the Pack doctor had left, they had locked the door, and had found places to sit.

“What’s that?” Maya asked Anthony who seemed to be fascinated with a black feather in his hands.

“Where did you see it?”

“I just see it lying down here.” Anthony replied, still staring at the feather. It looked familiar.

Standing up, whilst aware that he had drawn the attention of all the occupants of the room, he trudged to the mini library in the room. He skimmed his fingers across the books there, but he stopped abruptly, obviously not finding what he was looking for.

“What is that, Anthony?” He heard Melvina ask.

“I’m looking for a book.” He replied, turning around, while gazing around the room.

His eyes fell on the books close to the bed.

“What are you doing with a book? Now is not the time to goof around with books. You should be thinking of how to locate your brother’s mate.” Alpha Peter said, even as his face has scrunched up as he had pronounced mate. He was still having a hard time accepting the redhead as his son’s mate.

But Anthony kept mute, not replying him; rather, he walked to the cupboard near the bed. He picked up the books on it, and smiled for a second when he found the book he was looking for.

Dropping the other which seemed to a history note on the cupboard, he scanned the animal book on his hands until he found what he was looking for.

“Impossible…” He mumbled, as he looked from the feather in his hand, to the bird’s picture and tale on the book.

“What is it, Anthony?” Maya and Melvina asked simultaneously.

“A harpy eagle had come into this room.” He replied, showing them the feather in his hand and the book.

“And how is that important to our cause?” Alpha Peter grunted.

“Uncle, a harpy eagle stays in the amazon rainforest. It has no business being in England.” Maya said, walking toward Anthony to confirm his words.

She couldn’t believe it either.

“It is also one of the biggest eagles in the world. How did it come here?” Melvina asked, getting the drift of the gist.

“Are you sure though?” She asked the duo who were peering inside the animal book, comparing and contrasting.

“Yes, Aunt. A harpy eagle had come here. The feather belongs to it.” Maya said, as surprised as her.

The redhead had entertained a guest, a shape shifter.

And she hadn’t told them.

What else was she hiding from them?