THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Zipfarah’s Palace: 6:50am

“Emma, wait up! Prescott do something!” Lily shouted, as she ran after Emma who had left the room when they had been talking about the upcoming carnival; a discussion that had been meant to stall Emma who had been pacing in impatience some minutes ago.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But it seems that she had discovered their plans, and had run out of the room, before they could scream bingo!

“I said it, and will keep saying it; that girl is no good.” Leila muttered, getting up lazily from Emma’s bed as she trudged towards the opened door.

“Aren’t you coming?” She asked Prescott when she noticed that the latter was still on the bed, his head hung low. It seemed he was ravaged by thoughts.

“Prescott!” She shouted, placing her hands on her waist when he lifted up his head, startled at her loud voice most likely.

“Do you want to scream down the palace?” He asked, jumping off the bed in a second, and walking towards her.

“I wouldn’t have, if you had answered my question.” She replied, bending down and peering at him like she was bowing.

“What question?” He inquired, walking past her to the door.

“Gosh! Never mind!” She stated, irritated by his nonchalant attitude, before following him out of the room.

***

Emma wheezed past the elf who was standing guard by the door of the outer courts, ignoring his calls and statements.

She needed to see Zipfarah before the rest. The latter had to be aware of the urgency of the matter.

Unaware of her speed and the fact that she was dodging invisible obstruction missiles thrown on her by the elf and Lily, she zoomed into the inner courts, stopping and panting, when she saw Zipfara sitting at the head chair of the table, sipping a cup of tea. At least, that was what she had thought.

It also reminded her that she hadn’t taken breakfast yet. Well, Derek’s life was more important than whatever breakfast.

The latter seeing her, pushed the cup aside and stared at her in astonishment.

“How did you get here? Is Pintel not outside?” She asked, reclining fully into the chair.

Emma, believing that Pintel was the elf outside, shook her head negatively.

“He is outside.” She replied, clasping her hands together as she stepped further into the room.

“He is outside? Then, how did you get in?” Zipfarah asked, unable to mask her surprise.

Emma shrugged, whilst wondering why there was a look of astonishment on the queen’s face. She was taller than the elf, so there was no way the short being could stop her.

‘They are creatures of magic.’ Her mind taunted her, and she bit her lips, realizing then why the queen had been suprised.

How had she zapped past the elf?

Had there been barriers placed?

She didn’t know the answers to these questions, and she wasn’t in a hurry to get them. There was one that was uppermost in her mind.

“I ran.” She stated simply.

“You just ran? That’s weird.” Zipfara responded, as she watched her court guard and her granddaughter step inside the room.

“Good morning, my Queen.” Lily greeted with a bow.

“I’m sorry, my Queen. I tried to stop her, but she managed to dodge all the missiles.” Pintel apologized, kneeling on the floor, his head hung low, in surrender of whatever punishment the good Queen had for him.

“Stand up Pintel. I believe you tried your best. You can go and call the others now. It seems our guest is in a hurry.” Zipfara said, a short smile on her face.

“Thank you, my queen.” Pintel appreciated as he stood up, before walking out of the room.

“Now come Emma, have a seat. It seems you have a lot to say.” Zipfara mentioned, gesturing with her hand that the former should sit in one of the chairs surrounding the table.

“Lily too. Where is your sister and Prescott?” She asked, directing her attention to her granddaughter who was busy accessing Emma with a scrutinizing gaze. She knew that her little champ was wondering how the redhead had managed to outrun them all. Well, that was a long story.

“They are coming.” Lily replied, her gaze still on Emma whose entire attention was focused on the queen.

“You both should sit down then. The others will be here shortly.” Zipfara said, motioning them again to have a seat.

“I have to go back home today, now.” Emma stated without preamble, immediately she sat down.

“And why is that? Apart from his birthday celebration…” Zipfara inquired.

“He is in trouble.” Emma replied confidently. She was so sold on the issue, that nothing and nobody could ever convince her otherwise.

“How did you know that?” Zipfara asked, curious to know the girl had managed to find out already.

Yes, she knew that Derek had been possessed by the Alkafic beast species. Her informants had given her the information. Since she had suspected that the redhead loved the former, she had kept an eye on him, in her own little way.

Too bad that she hadn’t been able to save him from the compelling force of her daughter.

She still felt bad about it.

But she wasn’t going to risk the redhead for him. She was too precious to fall into evil hands.

“I had a dream.” Emma answered, her voice lower now, her cheeks flushing red from remembrance. She was a bit skeptical about sharing the dream. It was erotic for fudge’s sake.

“A dream? What was it about? Is it the first dream you’ve had about him?” Zipfara asked, stretching her hand on the table and clasping her fingers together, her face masked with all kinds of curiosity.

“Not really. I have had two before.” Emma replied, biting her lips, not knowing if she should talk about the absurd dream or not.

She turned her head a bit, looking at the entrance, when she heard shuffling feet. She smirked as she watched Prescott and Leila walk into the room.

They cast wry glances at each other, before the former walked to seats opposite to hers and sat down.

“Tell me about it then.” Zipfara requested.

But before Emma could let out the contents of her dream which she had decided to talk about, knowing that the queen might have a better explanation to them all, a group of people walked into the room.

The elders. She thought, as she clamped her mouth shut.

There was no way she was talking about any dream, with these people here, especially the haughty woman from yesterday who was scowling at her at the moment.