THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“I missed you so much.” Emma rasped out, as she unwound her arms from around Derek’s neck.

She stared at him intensely, noting that his eyes had gotten a shade darker than usual. She knew that he wanted her. So, why had he stiffened when she had hugged him at first, and that was apart from the fact that she had been the one to initiate the hug, after watching in hurt as he had tried to act aloof in her presence.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

For a moment, she had panicked, thinking that he might have gotten a new girlfriend during his short time out, or had fallen out of love with her, because of an experience, he perhaps had had during the travel. But she had thickened up, choosing to check it out, even if the result might depress her, rather than sitting it out and assuming.

And so, she had thrown caution into the wind, not minding the fact that her history professor had stood there watching, by hugging him, knowing that her Derek wouldn’t be able to resist her. But when he had stiffened the more, she had eaten into his neck; and feeling his hard member poking at her waist region had had her smiling and amused, but still curious.

She decided to thrash out the issue later; why he had resisted her at first, whether it was because of the professor or something else. For now, she had some official introductions to make, and then she would be off to the kitchen. The cells in her stomach were somersaulting in protest already. She had to eat. The professor too.

“I miss you too…” Derek said the same, pecking her on her lips; an act which she found endearing. She was already getting lost in the blueness of his eyes.

A strained cough was heard, and she cussed. Her professor was here, waiting. She knew that the so young professor had faked the cough to get her attention.

“Well, guys…meet Professor Perkins…” She stated, after drawing some feet away from Derek, gesturing with her hand, the presence of the professor, who had at some time, had fixed his hands into his front pockets. Emma thought that he looked even more imposing this way, and handsome. His eyes which had been tired before, was now alert, very alert; but he still managed in that mysterious way of his, to appear relaxed, and not calculating.

“He is our new history professor.” She said, her eyes shifting from Derek to Maya, after all, the two were offering the same course with her.

But the clique of four was silent. She noticed. They were just staring at the professor as she had conceived earlier, with no certain emotions on their face.

She looked from them to the professor as she was between the two groups, well four against one. She thought.

Well, she didn’t know what their beef was, but for now he was her visitor, so, they had no choice but to treat him right whether they liked it or not. She decided.

And she didn’t think that Melvina would be as unwelcoming as them. The latter was cloaked with every form of goodness and kindness. She would treat the professor like he was a new visitor. She believed so.

“Guys…” She called, standing at akimbo, her eyebrows piqued up sternly, as she rested her gaze on Maya whom she hoped would get her message.

But Maya thought that Emma looked like an overbearing headmaster, with that stance of hers meant to project austereness.

Since Ava had filled them in about what had happened earlier today at the history class, and Claire had rushed up to them some minutes later, shouting that the redhead was a spy for the vampires, she had been totally worried. They were dealing with the issues of the witches, and the threat that the latter had received, and still, the redhead had gone all the way to bring a vampire into the pack. That alone was an act of treason.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on your friend. She doesn’t know anything about our kind. I don’t know why you guys are still holding out from telling her the truth. I think you all should let her in. I believe she would understand. The earlier, the better. It would be bad if she heard it from someone else.” Sia, her wolf opined, breaking into her thoughts.

“Yeah, you are right.” Maya agreed. “But Derek has asked everyone of us to wait till his birthday, till he tells his father.” She said, through their mind link.

“That is like three days from now, right? Then, I hope that nothing peculiar between now and then.” Sia stated, and Maya could only hope the same, even though her best friend seem to have an invisible magnet embedded in her that loves attracting supernatural beings, and trouble.

When she had heard about the cafe incident from Louis, her father’s beta’s son, who would likely take over his father, she had been exasperated and quite peeved, both at the foursome clique and at her best friend. Although she hadn’t really been able to fault her best friend, since she knew that the latter hated being put down. But still, she had wished that the redhead had held her anger, and not bring another set of trouble on herself. From the account of Louis, the professor had saved her from the power outburst of one of the girls who seemed to be a strong witch. It was actually through this incident that she had known that the college housed people from different realms. Something she wasn’t entirely pleased about. And now, the redhead had garnered their attention to herself. Wonderful!

“There was no way that she would have known that the clique were supernaturals. Stop blasting her. She wouldn’t be happy if she knew your thoughts.” Her wolf commented.

“Good then, that she can’t.” She said, feeling a bit ashamed of her thoughts. She was supposed to be protective of her friend, not the other way around. But then, she thought that one thing didn’t play out or read right. Louis had said that after the professor had caught the redhead in his arms, the other phases of the event had been blurry and unreal with silly motion pictures. The latter had believed that the professor, or rather vampire, had issued a command of compulsion coverage over the cafe and its inhabitants; and that it had been sheer wolf luck that he hadn’t forgotten the incident, like his human colleagues. And she didn’t know what to think of that.

What had really happened in that off moment of compulsion?

She only hoped that the redhead would trust her enough to tell her about it.