THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Derek nodded, in agreement with Maya’s statement. He also remembered that Ava, whilst talking to them about the characteristics of the vampires, had mentioned their inability to feel, or even see colors.

So, what was Anthony talking about?

Once again, he believed that his brother might be wrong this time around.

Melvina corked her head to one side, ruminating on the topic.

“It can’t be…” She muttered, jerking up her head as a sudden realization hit her.

At the same time, her gaze met with that of Peter.

“No, it is not possible. It was documented that their kind had been annihilated many centuries ago. It can’t possibly be them. There were no survivors.” Peter mentioned, shaking his head, having known what his mate was thinking.

“How do you know that? They might have just said that to protect the few that might have survived the attack, or how else would you explain the life mate term. It is only specific to them.” Melvina pointed out, signing as she took notice of the shades of confusion on the faces of Derek and Maya.

“Is there some other kind we don’t know about, like the vampires?” Maya asked, echoing Derek’s thoughts.

“Yes. But they have become extinct.” Peter stated flatly, closing the topic. There were more pressing issues to discuss than history.

Reclining properly into his seat, he darted his eyes between his mate, his son and his niece, wondering when they would leave the office already. He needed to think and strategize, since his son wouldn’t be fighting with the others. He hadn’t told him yet though, for he wasn’t in the mood to calm a storm; that was Anthony’s speciality.

So, he will just have to wait till the latter is back. He would break the news to his son. For now, let him think that he would fight. He has already discussed it with his mate; and she had approved it too. It was a risk they weren’t going to afford, except the human mate came back.

“Maya, let’s get out to the kitchen. There are still some things we have to prepare for the incoming guests. What about Esther? I haven’t seen her in a while.” Melvina inquired.

“She mentioned that she was going to check out her house, that she would be back in a jiffy.” Maya replied, before turning around and walking out of the office, aware that Melvina was right behind her.

“Did Anthony mention anything else?” Derek asked, when he was sure that his mother and Maya were out of earshot.

“Not really. Why would you think that?” Peter asked, staring at his son keenly.

“Nothing. Just curious.” Derek muttered, before he turned away from his father, and left the room.

Alpha Peter sighed as he watched his son trudge out of the room.

For a second there, he had been tempted to relay the other part of the information which Anthony had told him of, but for the promise that the latter had asked him to give. Anthony hadn’t wanted Derek to know, at least not yet.

The female vampire, or whatever she was-for he wasn’t sure on what to think about them again as they were able to walk under the sun and feel which weren’t characteristic to a vampire; she was Leonarya’s daughter-another strange issue as he didn’t understand how a witch could birth a vampire except she had slept with one.

So, did the witch really sleep with the undead?

He wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t concerned. Only that there was a possibility that the witch might have the human in custody.

If he had mentioned this to Derek, the latter would have trailed the scent of the vampire till he would have gotten to the witches community. He didn’t want that.

**

Freya jerked away from the ghoulish being as it landed in front of her mother.

Seeing the true state of the being, she got angrier at her mother.

“Why did you send a phantom after me?” She asked, her loud voice ringing across the room.

And when Kyran attempted to touch her, to pacify her, she swirled around and pushed him off.

“Leave.” She commanded, unmoved by the mixed shade of worry, guilt and surprise on his face. In her mind, Aiden rejoiced.

Kyran shifted his gaze from her to her mother, but this time around, Leonarya was sensitive enough to discern that her daughter wasn’t in the best of moods now.

So, with a shake of her head, she sanctioned her daughter’s order.

Kyran, a bit annoyed by the act, bowed to both of them, before walking out of the room.

“It was for your protection. I don’t trust that vampire.” Leonarya mentioned, immediately her second in command left.

“You don’t trust Yodah, but you are in a combined plot with the White Sted Pack, and the Prince of Yodah’s people. What hypocrisy.” Freya stated, furrowing her eyebrows the next minute, as she saw her mother’s hand hanging in the air.

“You wanted to hit me, Ma? Wow.. Is the truth that bitter?” She taunted, unshaken by the scowl on Leonarya’s face.

“Let my hand down.” Leonarya said through gritted teeth. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Her magic wasn’t even enough to pull down her hand from the air. Has her daughter grown that strong? But that was not impossible. She thought, even as she saw Yodah stride into the room.

The idiot. Of course, it had to be him that had prevented her from slapping some sense of respect into her daughter.

How could the girl speak to her that way?

“Let my hand down.” She repeated, but this time to Yodah, who although knew that Aiden was behind the act, shrugged and waved his hands as if he was actually doing something, whilst communicating with Aiden to free his anger and let the woman go.

Luckily, Aiden obliged, although reluctantly.

Leonarya stared angrily at Freya and Yodah, and turned away from them to the direction of her chambers. She needed to recuperate. Something was wrong somewhere.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Why had she felt powerless against the vampire? Just how old was he? He didn’t feel older than a century. So, how could he be that strong? She needed to do some research too. She was beginning to think that he wasn’t a vampire after all. Perhaps, she would send off a messenger to the Alpha of the white sted pack. The latter must have known whether their accomplices were vampires or something else.

But before she could take one more step away from them, Freya called her back.

“What is the matter now? You want to dish out another round of insults to your mother?” She asked, scowling, especially as she saw that her jab hadn’t affected the former in any way. Rather, her face was composed like she was on a mission.

Well, her next question confirmed her deductions.

“Where is Emma? Are you holding her captive?”