THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Maya took in a deep breath as she stared at the guy who had laid his hand on Emma few minutes ago. He was reclining awkwardly on the wall, probably counting his loss, bearing the brunt of the push and bidding his time to attack.

And when he stood up straight, and stared at her deadly, she knew she was in for a fight.

It’s been a while. She thought. She hadn’t fought in a while. She hadn’t fought or trained with her pack warriors, since she came into her uncle’s pack except when she had done a hand down with Derek.

This will be fun. She thought, tightening her fists.

“Maya…”

Emma stammered out her name, and she stilled.

She had blamed her cousin for being so careless around the redhead, but at this moment, she believed that she had done worse.

Of course, Emma had seen her agility. No mortal human could have pushed that hulk of a guy to the wall that fast and hard.

She had fucked up. But she didn’t have a choice. She knew that her cousin would have done the same.

She turned around, to look at Emma, ignoring the mutterings she was hearing from the human folk in the class. At least they hadn’t been fast enough to capture her movement with their phones.

Emma was staring at her like she had seen a ghost.

Not good. She thought. Not good. Now, she would have a lot of explaining, perhaps, lying to do. And she wasn’t happy about that.

“I will explain later…” She mouthed, knowing that Emma would hear her. The latter seemed to have the ability of an acute and sharp hearing.

When Emma nodded, though very slowly, she let out a bout of air, before turning away from her to look at the guy who was staring at her redhead friend again.

“Stop staring at her. You won’t have her, even for one second.” She said, readying herself for a brawl.

“And who are you to stop me?” The needy guy asked, stepping closer to her.

“I’m her best friend…someone you don’t want to mess with. Trust me.” She replied, half hoping that the guy would back away, but also knowing that he won’t.

From the tail of her eyes, she could see other guys coming into the class, obviously looking for who had the intoxicating scent; looking for Emma.

At this moment, she wished that the professor would come in.

She never believed that she would make this sort of prayer, but seeing the number of guys trooping into the class, their eyes glazed with lust, she prayed that he would come. He was a vampire, and would know what to do about the intruders in his class. She didn’t like him, but she wished him to come. Turning away from the guy to Emma, she could see that the redhead was getting quite scared, even though that she was trying to looking brave.

“Which pack are you from?” The guy asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Maya remained mute. She knew that Emma was hearing their conversation. Already she noted that she would have to explain the ‘pack’ term later. Another lie to concoct. This is messy. This is bad.

“You aren’t going to say anything?” The guy queried, but she still kept silent, hoping for a miracle. She didn’t want a public fight.

“What is going on here?”

A voice asked, and she breathed in relief. Her beta was here. Louis.

And although, he was trying to fight and resist the intoxicating sexual scent oozing from Emma, as she turned to look at him, he was stepping closer to the redhead tentatively.

The strange guy noticing his movements too, barred him from moving any further, by standing before him, hands across his chest.

“She is mine.” He said, and Maya soughed as her beta tried to shuffle the guy out of the way.

This was getting out of hand.

“Louis!!” She shouted through their mind link, and her beta jerked back, before staring at her.

“Get out now. Look for Derek. And tell him that he is needed here.” She commanded, infusing the Alpha’s note in her voice, the voice that can’t be disobeyed.

Louis hesitated, then nodded, before reluctantly walking out, but not before taking a last glance at Emma who was just staring at them like they were acting out a scene in a movie.

“You’re an Alpha kid huh…” The strange guy said, and Maya wished she could slap his mouth shut. She cut her eyes to Emma. The latter’s face was scrunched as she stared between them.

Maya knew she was reasoning out the guy’s words.

Where the hell was the history professor? She thought worriedly, not wanting to indulge in any action which would pique the latter’s curiosity the more.

She looked around the class.

They were the object of attention.

She looked for Ava.

But the latter wasn’t in class.

Where had she gone to?

Had she perhaps gone to call the professor?

She hoped so.

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She heard the guy ask Emma and sighed.

“My name is none of your business.” Emma replied, and Maya surprised, had to commend the former for her bravery even in front of the guy, whose eyes were not friendly at all.

She didn’t suppose that he was from Derek’s pack. For, if he was, Ava would have beckoned on him already, through their mind link.

“Perhaps, but you are.” The guy said in response, about to hold Emma by the hand again, when Maya held his hand, her eyes turning cold.

“I don’t think she is interested. It’s not gentlemanly to force a girl either.” She said, but shrieking in pain the next second after her statement, as she felt her insides tightening and burning.

Looking into the guy’s eyes, she could swear that his eyes had turned blood red. He was the one after her ordeal at the moment. She knew it, like she knew her name.

Holding her hands to her belly, she bent over, still shrieking in a pain she had never felt before, barely aware of Emma shouting at the guy to stop, barely aware of the loud bellowing voice of Derek; only aware that she was slipping into unconsciousness.

****

Derek had been at the parking lot, discussing with Clem and Shane about the event of the morning and how they would study the history professor, when Louis had run up to them, holding him by the arm.

“What is the problem?” He had asked hurriedly, already worried that something might have happened to his cousin or his little witch. He remembered that the guy was his sister’s beta, if Curtis refuses the Alpha’s position.

“Something is wrong with Emma. Maya asked me to look for you.” The beta guy had said.

“What is wrong with Emma?” His beta had asked, echoing the same question he was sure that was on the forefront of his gamma’s mind.

“I don’t really know. But she has this sexually intoxicating scent that is attracting the attention of the male werewolves in school, I included. I had almost touched her, if not for Maya. But there is this guy in their class, that wants to fight with Maya. He wants Emma for himself.” Louis had replied, taking two steps back as he had seen the look of death on his face.

“I didn’t touch her.” The former had said, raising up his two hands, and he had calmed down, especially as he had felt Shane tap him gently on his right shoulder.

“Do you know the guy? Is he from our pack?” His beta had continued questioning.

“No, I don’t know him. I don’t think that he is from your pack or mine either.” The Louis guy had said, and he had growled, wondering on who the guy was.

Now, standing and watching as Maya bent over in pain, her knees and head to the ground, and his little witch beating the guy on his shoulders and chest while shouting at him to stop whatever he was doing to his cousin, he growled; a deep sated growl that caused the windows to rumble and shake. Books flew off the window on their own accord, bags floated on the air, the entrance door banged shut, and the desks knocked at each other, forming a clutter.

The human folks in the class room, scampered to one corner, holding each other, their eyes glazed with unbelief. They couldn’t believe what was happening. It seemed to them that they were dreaming.

He didn’t blame them. It wasn’t his concern either.

And when the strange guy looked up at him, he heaved as he saw the red depths of the guy’s eyes.

The former was a werewolf quite alright. He knew that. But he also knew that this one was one of the gifted ones.

But he didn’t care, not when his mate and his cousin were in trouble.

“Let her go.” He said, as he stepped closer to his opponent.

He refused to look at his little witch, whom he was sure was staring at him with bewildered eyes. Of course, she had heard his growl, and had seen the movement of the windows and chairs.

Actually, he was surprised too. He hadn’t known that he had any gift apart from his very strong wolf.

But feeling the wave of power riding all over him, pushing up and driving his confidence into another new level, he was happy but curious. Happy that he might have a chance against this deadly and older werewolf, but curious about his gifts and his opponent.