THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Derek woke up in the middle of the night. He knew because his room was still dark; there was an absence of the glistening bright morning rays in his room which emanated from his window’s transparency and reflection of the morning sun. The only light in the room was cast by the dim rays of the half moon.

A nightmare had woken him up.

Slowly, he got up from the bed, and stalked to a chair near the window. He sat down on it and bent his head, placing it in the confines of his hands, as he tried to remember the dream.

Nothing. Blank.

He couldn’t remember the dream.

This has never happened before. He thought, beckoning to his wolf.

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He was bothered then.

“Maru…” He called again, but there was no response.

Emptiness greeted him rather. He felt empty. Empty and lonely.

He got scared.

What had happened to his wolf?

He figured out that it must have had something to do with whatever had put him in coma, something he couldn’t remember just like the dream. He had a feeling that the dream he wasn’t able to remember was a vital clue to whatever was happening or would happen to him in the future.

Sighing loudly, he stood up from the chair, and faced the window. The night beckoned to him.

He would have love to go for a run, but his wolf wasn’t available. He hoped that the unavailability of his wolf was a temporary thing, or else something terrible might happen. For one, his ordination would be shifted, and his plans to stop his uncle would come to void.

.

He has to get his wolf back. He thought, turning away from the window, and finding his way to the door.

His eyesight was good enough at night even without the help of his wolf, and so in no time at all he was at his door, turning the knob, and opening it.

Outside the room, in the hallways, he made his way to Emma’s room. He felt bereaved somehow and wanted her comfort now. He could relay his issue to his family in the morning. But for now, he needed Emma.

Getting to her door, he knocked; once, twice, but there was no reply.

Not in the league with patience at the moment, he turned the knob, and finding that the door wasn’t locked, he pushed it further until he had made his way inside, the he shut it and locked it. He didn’t want a repeat of what had happened yesterday morning. There would be no interuptions this time around.

He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent, as he saw her encased in the pink bedsheets of her bed.

A short smile touching his lips, he removed his night polo and hung it on a chair nearby, before making his way to the bed, and slipping into the sheets.

Something was wrong. Derek thought, as he drew closer to the feminine figure under the sheet, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Her hair smelt different. Her body too.

Did his little witch change her shampoo?

He thought, jerking back a bit as the body stirred in his arms.

He heard her mutter somethings and it took him a minute too late to understand the words, because in the next second, the figure had spurn, had shrieked, before pushing him forcefully with a kick out of the bed.

Leo…

It was the word that he had heard the female said, before she had gone buzoo on him.

Even as he watched her scamper towards the wall to turn on the light, he knew who she already was.

His cousin, Maya.

He had almost kissed his cousin.

Eewww!

***

“Derek!” Maya shrieked, as she turned on the light, her hand grasping tight the bedspread she had used to cover her body.

She had been dreaming of Leo. They had been dancing, rather erotically, and when she had felt a hand slide around her torso region, she had thought he was the one until she had slapped herself mentally into reality. Leo had been in her dream, a stranger had been holding her in reality.

She was astounded to discover that the stranger was her cousin. What the hell was he thinking? She didn’t look like or smell like Emma. Or had the orb tampered with his brains? The possiblity of that gave her the chills.

“I’m sorry.” Derek said, as he stood up from the floor.

“What the hell were you thinking holding me like that?” Maya asked, shuddering in unbelief as she remembered the incident.

She scowled the more, as she saw Derek roll his eyes at her before sitting down on the bed.

“I didn’t mean too, Coz. I thought you were Emma.” Derek said, settling deeper into the bed, his back to the bed’s board.

“You thought? I don’t smell like her. She has red hair for godsake incase you forgot.” Maya said, crossing her arms across her chest. What would have happened if she hadn’t recollected herself? Would he have kissed her?

“Owhh..” She made a gagging sound.

“Stop thinking about it. It gives me the jeeps too.” Derek said, sinking his fingers into his hair.

“And I didn’t notice the hair. The room was pitch dark. Why did you draw the curtains?” He asked, aware of the skeptical look on his cousin’s face as she drew near to the bed and sat down on the edge.

“Just felt like.” She replied, with a shrug.

“And what do you mean that you didn’t see my hair color. What happened to your eyes?” She asked, drawing closer to him, shifting and balancing on her knees, as she peered into his eyes, whilst wondering if the orb had affected his eyesight.

“It’s worse than that.” He muttered, as if he heard her thoughts.

“I don’t understand. What is worse?” She asked, her fear heightening as she thought of what could be worse than losing his eyesight.

“I think I have lost Maru.” He said, as he gazed at her with his deep blue eyes which were now glazed with tears.