THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“Well, Professor, welcome to my friend’s estate.” Emma said, turning around so that she was walking slowly forward with her back, while gesturing with her hands which were spread wide as she welcomed her professor to the governess’ estate.

“Your friend?” Professor Perkins asked, masterfully masking the bewilderment in his voice, not wanting to let the human in on whatever he was feeling or thinking.

“Yeah, I have some quite royal friends you see. Melvina is the governess of the county, but she is my good friend. She allows me to call her by her name.” She replied.

“Don’t worry she doesn’t bite. She is accommodating. I think she would love to meet you.” She said, when she noticed the look of apprehension that had lasted for just one second on her professor’s face.

Professor Perkins almost scoffed at Emma’s statements. The werewolves and his people didn’t really see eye to eye, except on some rare occasions which demanded that they reconciled their differences. The last time had been more than a thousand years ago when they had teamed up to fight off creatures of the night like himself, who were more deadly and inhumane. The ghastly things had wanted to rule the entire world, including that of humans. It hadn’t settled well with the other supernaturals then, and so, they had forgone their differences and had come together, had fought, and had conquered. He didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

Come to think of it; the Melvina that the redhead had just mentioned was the name of the supposed Luna of the pack which he had been sent to spy on. She was a governess?

No way. He thought, concluding that the werewolf had concocted the story and title to keep the human away from their identity. But how did the redhead come to know them? He wondered. To think that she even called the main pack house, an estate.

As he had concluded earlier; the human had a knack for attracting special attention. She would also be the death of him.

“You seem lost in thoughts…” He heard her say, and sighed.

Who wouldn’t be in his situation? He just walked with his eyes open, willfully, into his enemy’s den.

What is the worse that could happen? He thought, gearing up his shoulders which had drooped down as he wallowed in his penury. If things went south, he would just fly away; save the strength to fight another day. He couldn’t fight in this present shape of his. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to shift to a small bat and fly away, if trouble occurs. He would try though. But the chances were slim, as he still hadn’t fed.

“I told you not to worry. She is very accommodating sir. And you are my history professor. I’m sure she would cook up a sumptuous dish for you when she sees you. You see, her food is the best in the county. I know part of your weariness is out of hunger. But I assure you sir; you will be well fed.” Emma said, after noticing that the professor had left her again, and was drowning in his thoughts. Was he that scared? She thought.

Then remembering Claire, she tapped her base of her hand on her forehead.

He must be unsettled about that. She thought, remembering their little fight this afternoon in front of his office.

The two had a history. So, it was possible that Clem and the others knew of him; maybe Melvina too.

That is why he seemed troubled. He would be meeting his ex’s family soon.

What will I do to stop this? She queried herself, feeling bad for bringing a lot of misfortune on the professor today.

She couldn’t send him away still, he was hungry. She could see it in his eyes as she had stopped walking to look at him. But she couldn’t send him away either. She would feel more guilty about that. So, what happens now?

“Now, who is deep in thoughts?” She heard him ask, a small twinkle in his eyes, and laughed.

“Both of us.” She replied, turning around to walk properly by his side.

“So, how did you become a friend to the governess?” He asked.

“It’s a long story, Professor.” She stated with a smile, remembering her first day in the county; how she had met Melvina and the boys which were now her good friends.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“We still have time.” He said.

“I’m not sure about that. Look ahead. My friends are waiting for me. I don’t think we might have time to talk about it today. Perhaps, sometime else then.” She said, pointing her thumb ahead to the location where Clem, Derek and Maya stood. The trio were discussing among themselves with Shane too. They haven’t noticed her and the professor.

“Oh, I see…” He mentioned, noting the four werewolves discussing among themselves, mustering up the remaining strength in him for flight if it came to that.

“The blonde guy was the one that had called me earlier. His name is Clem. He is the sister of Claire.” She muttered the last statement slowly, not wanting to unsettle him. But he seemed unfazed by her statement.

“Who is Claire?” He asked, surprising her the more. Was he choosing pretense now?

“What? Am I suppose to know her?” He asked. He must have noticed the confused look on her face.

“She was the girl you had a little chit chat with, in front of your office today.” She replied sarcastically.

“The one you had almost fought it?” He asked, amused at her sarcasm.

“Yes, that one. Why are you pretending like you don’t know her?” She queried, piquing up her eyebrows.

“Because I don’t. Continue with your introductions.” He said, confusing Emma further, unknowingly.

If they don’t know each other, what was the fuss about, earlier today, and why was he looking so unsettled as they had entered into the estate?

She promised to get the answers for herself. The gist was too sweet to be left behind.

“The other guy with brown hair standing by his side is Shane.” She continued, meeting his request.

“The last guy with black long hair is Derek. He is Melvina’s son, and my boyfriend.”

“And the girl is my best friend, Maya. She is Derek’s cousin.” She concluded, unaware of the turmoil brewing in the professor’s insides at her last two statements.