THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma frowned, a deep furrow forming in her eyebrow as she tried to grasp the concept behind whatever theory that the squirrel just spurted from his mouth.

What the hell was that? Imagine something and he would latch onto it? Did he have a mind vision? The concept reminded her of her professor. Professor Perkins who had told her to imagine and hold the thought of being totally free from the innumerable voices which had besotted her a few days ago when she had stepped into the power of reading minds. But that was different. Professor Perkins hadn’t been able to read her thoughts or see the image. So, what was the squirrel talking about? He could read off images too? Although it sounded awesome, it was a bit creepy.

“Emma…” The squirrel called her, and she shrugged, deciding to listen to him and obey. She could ask her questions-for she had them many, later.

Now, obey she shall.

And so, she captured with her mind, the picture of the gown she wanted to wear(the gown she had imagined times and without number being in, but haven’t found the right occasion to dorn it till now) , and her make up kit, all through this, still thinking how the squirrel would get the pictures. She watched him tint his eyes as if shutting it, then open it wider again as if he was already done with whatever he was doing.

“Okay, wait for me here. I’m coming.” She heard him say, even as she watched with wide eyes, as he shimmered into mist-she wasn’t even seeing him again, so she didn’t even know if he had left or was still there. The only indication that he had moved was the slight opening of the front door.

Bloodugering hell! She screamed inside her head. The squirrel really had a lot of questions to answer! Good that he would be with her all through the night, all through her stay here before she returned to the witches’ community. There was more than enough time to talk.

She paced from one point to the other, counting numbers, imagining different scenarios-events that will take place when she steps inside the party, the sheer surprises on their faces, when a thought suddenly crosses her mind.

Was Ava around? She thought worriedly, then remembering that she had forgotten to ask the squirrel why it was dark already when they had just appeared within a twinkling of an eye, disappearing from Lily’s room.

Suddenly, Prescott materialized before her, causing her to stop in her tracks.

More shocking was the fact that in his small hands, was the queenly purple gown, silvery shoes and the make up box.

She opened her mouth to ask him how he was able to bear the weight of the items on his small hands, but he beat her to it with his next statement.

“Hurry up! Picture your friend’s house. Let’s get there!” He screamed in her mind, and Emma, reading the urgency in his voice, immediately did as he instructed, resting her hand on his shoulder, unable to stop herself from turning around when she heard the front door opening. Her eyes widened, nanoseconds before Prescott initiated their disappearance, when her eyes got the face of the person at her front porch.

Casper??

***

Prescott watched Emma stand still before the door, not making an attempt, and wondered what was wrong with her this time around. He couldn’t read her thoughts too to know what was troubling her for her face was clouded with shock and unbelief. She had locked her mind too, raising the barrier that prevented him from getting access to its archives.

Has she seen or heard anything? He looked around. There was nothing. He couldn’t even hear anything out of the ordinary. What caused this sharp change of mood?

“Emma…” He called tentatively, sighing as she turned caustically and stared at him.

What was plaguing her this way?

“What is the matter?” He asked, seeing that he had gotten her attention.

“We will talk about that later.” she murmured, before throwing a knock on the door.

He watched her for a while, before letting it go. She said later-later it would be. He thought, whisking around sharply when he heard her call unto her, thinking that she had changed her mind and wanted to let him in on what was bothering her.

But what he heard next was a far cry from what he had been expecting to hear.

“How come the day is dark here, while it had been a bit light in the community? It had only taken a second for us to disappear from there to my house. So, why the large difference in time? Is there anything you are not telling me?” She had asked.

“Not at all. It’s nothing much though. The time in the community is one hour ahead of the time here.” He replied, praying that she wouldn’t go all angry on him.

“I see. So, the time should be half past seven here, right?” She asked calmly, and he nodded, waiting for the storm after the calm. But there was nothing.

Rather, she turned and dropped another knock on the door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this. I thought that if I had, you would have been more restless, perhaps you wouldn’t have waited till Zipfarah woke up. And you wouldn’t have gotten the special necklace if you had done so. I was just doing it for the greater good.” He stated, knowing that she was angry and would love an explanation from him.

Fortunately, he was right.

For the next minute, after his statement, Emma sighed, and turned aside to look at him, asking him telepathically to hop onto her back since he wasn’t that heavy-reason because it would eradicate suspicions on what and who he was. It was better they regarded him as just a squirrel, a pet.

Of course, he obliged. He landed on her shoulders, tapping her hair fondly, sighing again when he heard her next statement.

“I understand that you are doing everything for the greater good, but I will appreciate it if you don’t hide anything from me. I’m not a kid.” she said, telepathically.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

And before he could make the promise, the door sprung open.

A woman with dark blond hair was standing behind it.

“Hello, who are you?” She asked, her forehead squinched causing creases to show forth on it.