THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“So, what do you think?” Emma asked Margo, as she finished her narration, staring at the older woman, her eyes brimming with a burning need for answers.

“I think you had a hell of a day.” Margo replied, sidestepping the main point which she knew the redhead had wanted her to speak on.

“I know I did. I was actually asking your opinion about the professor and the clique. What do you think they are? It is obvious that they aren’t just humans.” Emma said.

“Yeah. They are humans with gifts.” Margo stated, letting out a sigh when the redhead rolled her eyes. Of course, that was obvious to everyone who would hear the story. The redhead was specifically asking her if she had any idea what they really are, and her avoidance of the real tale must have told the redhead that she did know something about them. It was too late to claim ignorant.

“You don’t want to tell me either.” Emma said, reading off Margo’s thoughts, as the latter had been proving stubborn, leaving her no choice.

“Did you just read my mind?” Margo asked, awe in her voice. She had felt the intrusion in her mind, and if not that the redhead had made the statement, she might have searched around the room with her third eye to find out the intruder in their midst, clothed by the invisibility spell.

But Emma just shrugged.

“How did you…when did…why didn’t you tell me? Margo queried, shifting closer to Emma on the bed, awe never leaving her voice. If the redhead can already this, then she needed to take her away.

“What other gift do you have?” She asked.

Emma looked at Margo and soughed. The latter was staring at her like someone who had found a most valuable treasure; and she didn’t find it comfortable. She hoped that the latter wasn’t planning on using her for her selfish purposes.

‘Or else I would have to hurt her.’ She thought, even though she didn’t know how to do that, if it ever came to that.

And then she could read off her thoughts, without her knowing. Seems she would have to meet her professor for more mind lessons.

What the hell! She screamed in her mind as she felt her core tightening as she thought of meeting the professor. She couldn’t believe herself. When did her body start reacting sexually at the mention of Professor Perkins.

“Emma, I asked you a question?” Margo queried, touching her on the laps.

“No, I don’t have any other giftings.” She replied. Since the woman was hiding things just like the others, she would start to keep her distance too.

“Emma, you know you can trust me, right?” Margo asked, already feeling the redhead drifting away from her. She didn’t want that. That was risky.

“I only trust people who don’t lie to me.” She stated, before standing up from the bed, and walking to the window.

“I know you have many questions. But I can’t possibly answer them now. The time is not right.” Margo stated.

“You will have to leave that to me to decide.” She commented. “I have a choice.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“You’re just seventeen!” Margo shrieked, her tone louder now. The redhead was impossible.

“I will be eighteen by next week. What’s the difference? Just tell me now.” She opined.

“I can’t. You will have to wait till then.” Margo stated.

“Then we have nothing more to discuss. You can leave.” She said.

“You’re sending me away? Do you any idea on what is at stake here?” Margo asked, finding the redhead’s action incredulous.

“No, I don’t., since you don’t want me to tell me anyway. So, what is the essence of keeping you around. You can come back when you think that I am ready to shoulder the news.” She replied.

“No, I can’t risk that. You are in grave danger. And you know that. You already received two threats already!” Margo said, her voice now louder than the usual.

“How did you know that? I didn’t tell you.” Emma asked, turning away from the window to face the witch. All this time, she had been backing the woman, and looking into the deadness of the night.

“I…eavesdropped.” Margo said, the loud ring in her voice dissipating with the question.

“Eavesdropped on who?” She queried, folding her arms across her chest.

“Doesn’t matter. You don’t need to know.” Margo replied, standing up the bed. It was true there were a lot of things to tell the redhead, and to teach one; but the time was not right. If she told the latter now, there was a high possibility that she would run away in fear and unbelief. It was better she waited till she was eighteen. At least then she would have gone through the first transformation. But before then, she had to take her away from here. She can’t stay here for her first transformation.

She will be 18 by next week? She had known her birth month, but not the day. It turns out that the girl’s birthday falls on the first week of October. But on what day?

Beautiful but not so beautiful. She thought. It meant that she had to take her away from this wolf pack this week by fair or foul means. It was for her own good after all. But would the redhead agree to follow her? An idea struck her mind.

“Emma…” She called, but Emma had already turned away from her, to stare out of the window.

She didn’t answer her call either.

“Emma…I will tell you everything.” She said, smiling a bit, as Emma swiveled around with a happy face.

“You will tell me? The truth? Seriously?” The latter asked.

“Yes.” She replied. “But not here.”

“Okay, I understand. But where?” Emma inquired, brimming with excitement. She would get all the answers she had sought for a long time.

Before Margo could give a reply, a sharp hard knock was heard on the door.

“Who is that?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” Emma replied.

“But tell me…where?”

“Meet me at the big oak tree, closest to your cafe tomorrow by 3pm.” She stated, before disappearing into thin air.