THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“You seem to have a knack for attracting undue attention.” Emma heard Professor Perkins say, as she opened her eyes to see that she had actually landed on his arms, and not on the floor. She sighed in relief, her eyelids closing of their own accord, not wanting to think or ponder on what would have happened if she had landed with that large force on the floor. She would have broken some bones surely. She knew that the red-black haired girl had been behind the gust of wind that had lifted her up. Powerful! She thought, still shocked that she was stuck in between mysterious things that only happened in story books. She wondered what her sister would think of this. Well, Amelia for one, won’t believe her, unless she came out with proofs.

“Comfortable that much…?” She heard Professor Perkins say, and sighed again. The man was a pompous jerk. But she knew that she owed him some thanks. Opening her eyes, she bit her lips unconsciously, a bit nervous as she felt the stares of the people in the cafe, and the fact that her professor was staring at her intensely wasn’t helping matters.

She forced a cough, while looking at him expectantly; communicating the message that he should let her down.

“Gotten your senses back. I see.” She heard his voice, but then her eyes widened as she noted that his lips were not moving.

Oh God. What is this now? She thought, shutting her eyes tightly, then opening them again. Perhaps, she had been hearing wrongly.

“Why is she opening and closing her eyes? Is she still surprised to see me?”

She heard him say clearly again, without moving his lips.

She was sure that what she was hearing were his thoughts.

“Bloodugering Hell…” She muttered slowly, still staring up at him in awe of what had just transpired. She could read thoughts now? No No. This is not good.

He must have gotten tired of carrying her. She thought. Because in the next five seconds, he let down from his strong arms which she had found comfortable at some point until she had made her recent findings. She could read minds?! What the hell!

“Thank you, sir.” She stuttered out, bending down to pick up her tray after he had nodded at her, acknowledging her gratitude.

As she bent down to pick up the tray which was lying idly on the floor, upside down, she fell to her knees holding her head with her hands, as noises, precisely the thoughts of everyone around her filtered into her head. They were much. She was hearing everything at the same time, and worse, they were so loud. She could even hear the sink running in the kitchen of the cafe. It sounded like a mass of rushing water in her head, so loud and distinctive.

‘I don’t want this.’ She thought. ‘I don’t need some lame power.’

“Ms. Drackson…are you okay?” She heard her professor ask as he squatted close to her.

But she didn’t reply. She just wanted everybody to stop thinking. Her brain might burst at this rate. She thought fearfully, trying to make her brain stop, but to no avail.

“Ms. Drackson..” Professor Perkins called, while crossing his arm around her shoulder and helping her to stand up with his other hand. She kept her head nestled on his chest, hoping it will somehow blur out the noises in the cafe, but to no avail. It didn’t even cross her mind then that she was in an intimate position with her professor, an act that most college students might frown upon.

“What is the problem?” He asked, but she still didn’t reply.

“Stop whatever you are doing to her.” She heard him say to the five students on the table.

“We are not doing anything, sir.” They replied together.

“It wasn’t a request.” He ordered. Emma could feel the ripples of power stirring within him, even as much as she could hear his thoughts at the moment.

“Seems these kids don’t know who they are dealing with…”

She heard him think.

Oh God. Who the hell was he? Who the hell were these people? Why was she hearing everybody’s thoughts? She needed to go home. Perhaps, it would stop.

“We are not doing anything to her!!”

She heard the group shriek, and turned her head a bit to look at them, to know why they were shouting that way in the cafe.

The purple haired girl and the guy with pink spiked hair were floating on the air, their hands on their throat, as they fought for air. They were getting paler too by the passing second. Her eyes shifted to the girl boss. She still had that proud look on, although Emma knew from the slight movement of her lips that she was scared.

“We didn’t do anything.” She heard her say calmly.

She shifted her gaze to the other people in the cafe which her eyes could capture. They were looking at them, but not looking at them. Their eyes were glazed as if they were hypnotized. She didn’t know if it was her professor’s handwork or the group that had started all these.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Taking a deep breath in, especially as the noises in her head had died down a bit; an effect of the hypnotism of the people in the cafe, as their brain activities were also seized up, she backed away from the professor’s chest.

“Let them go.” She said. “They are not the culprits of whatever was happening to me then.” She stated, while looking into his eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking at her, trying to read off any sign of compulsion in her mind. But there was none. Actually, he couldn’t even read her mind. Another mystery for him to unravel, since he could read the minds or sense the thoughts of humans in general. In his society, they might say she was his lifemate, but he was not sure. He was sure that she interested him though.

“Yes. It is just migraine.” She said with a shrug.

He did not believe her. No way was that migraine. He thought, shifting his gaze from her to the five people in front of him. He released his invisible hold on the other two, watching as they fell to the ground, gasping for air.

He knew what they were.

The boss lady of the clique was a witch.

The boy with the silly spiky hair was from the cougar family.

The other two bimbos were shape shifters.

But he wasn’t sure what the other guy was. The average guy looked quiet. He couldn’t read his brain patterns too. But from his two thousand and something years on earth, Professor Perkins knew that the quiet ones were the most deadly.

But overall, he thought that the clique was a nice one. A nice unusual one.