THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Alpha Peter sighed, watching his son’s anger rise and fall, with his mother’s hold on him.

Well, for once, he was grateful for the presence of the vampire. If not that, they would have lost the human again, and maybe the werewolf who was with her.

Wait. He paused in this particular train of thought, wondering who the werewolf was. His whole family was here. So what werewolf? And where had the human come out from? She hadn’t been located in the pack and its environs when he had discharged trackers to search for her after he had given them her clothe to heave in her smell. His son had no idea on this, except his mate.

“Any idea on where she had come out from? You know she had disappeared, and we had thought that Leonarya had been in possession of her.” He stated, taking notice again, of the redhead who replied his statement immediately.

“My mother wasn’t in possession of her. Rather, my grandmother. She had taken her in, before my mother would have captured her.” Freya enthused.

“Your grandmother? Who is your grandmother?” Melvina asked, finding this piece of information surprising. They haven’t heard anything of Leonarya’s mother before. Anytime she had asked friends, Bridget and Lydia, they had always found a way out of the topic. And she had followed them out, thinking that the topic had been a no go area.

“Aiden said she is called Queen Zipfarah.” Freya replied, a bit surprised when the mouths of the occupants in the room fell open in shock.

“Your grandmother is Queen Zipfarah, the good Queen??” Maya asked incredulously.

“Yes, according to Aiden.” Freya muttered, throwing a short glance at Aiden who just shrugged.

“Any idea what had caused the drift between mother and daughter?” Melvina asked Aiden, and he shook his head. He didn’t know that part of the story, at least not yet.

“But how did you know that she is Zipfarah’s daughter?” Anthony asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I read it off her mind, Leonarya’s, I mean.” Aiden replied.

“Don’t worry. I can’t read off your minds without your permission.” He said, raising up his two hands as if in surrender, when he saw the uncomfortable and weird expressions on the faces of the werewolf.

“I see. So, who is the werewolf with her? I can’t seem to think of any other werewolf that she knows about. Her friends are all here.” Alpha Peter stated, and Aiden nodded, before reaching out to his brother through their mind path.

He beckoned on to him, but he got silence in return.

He almost fidgeted in worry, but for the fact that he trusted his twin’s capability, and that he hadn’t sensed any form of danger, rather he was sensing his brother’s feelings.

Feelings?!

He screamed in his mind, happiness racking his whole facial features unknown to him, whilst shouting Julius’ name through the mind path.

“Julius, you found her? Who is she? The werewolf?” He questioned, smiling widely(which seemed sheepishly to his audience in the room, including Freya who was now merging her mind with his to know what was making him this joyful).

His smile didn’t diminish at all, as his brother opened up his mind to him.

He saw Emma, looking all beautiful in a purple gown(seeing her this way made him wonder and consider his earlier theory-that she could be twins with his lifemate, reason why he had thought that she was her mate. But could a twins bond be that strong? And if they were twins, how could she be human? Who was their father? He didn’t know any of his kind who had befriended a human or witch).

He also saw the werewolf, a teenager with brown hair, and she was staring right at him, or rather his brother.

His brother’s mate was a werewolf? What could that mean? It had never been recorded before. The mixture or bonding might create a hybrid no one was sure of.

His was a big better, Freya was half their kind and half mage.

But the girl was a full werewolf even though she hadn’t shifted yet. Werewolves were powerful beings, and their inner wolves wouldn’t want to be relegated or diffused. So, how would the mating work? What would be the consequences?

The implications of this act lessened his joy. He didn’t think his brother would want to lose his immortality. He wouldn’t allow him even.

He was surprised that his twin didn’t even know the girl’s name. Haven’t they communicated?

“What’s the problem?” Derek asked him, noticing the shift in his mood.

“Oh, nothing.. Emma is fine. He doesn’t know the name of the werewolf.” He replied, looking at the whole lot of them in the room.

“Any description?” Maya asked, already having a feeling on who the werewolf might be. She hadn’t seen Ava since the party had begun, just her parents. Perhaps, Emma had taken a stop there, like she had done during Cassie’s party.

“Yeah, brown long hair and eyes.” Aiden replied, and the clique nodded, already knowing who the werewolf was.

“Ava.” They chorused simultaneously.

Aiden nodded.

The girl’s name is Ava. He mentioned to his brother through the mind path.

***

The knowledge of his mate’s name sent a deep need jolting hard within him. He caught his breath, tasting the name on his lips. Ava.

He wondered if he could communicate telepathically with her. He doubted it tho, since she hadn’t shifted yet. She was almost like a human.

“Are you guys gonna keep staring? For fudge’s sake, we have a party to attend.” He heard Emma whine, and sighed. The redhead was a talkative. He thought, even though he knew that she was right. They had to get going. His brother must be waiting for him in anticipation. He chuckled.

The sound was foreign to him. When last had he laughed?

“No… sorry… just happened… Julius, we have to be going.” Ava stated, curling her fingers so tightly, out of nervousness on Prescott’s body, that it hurt the latter a little.

Loosen up. He wanted to say, but shrugged it off. She wouldn’t hear him speak anyway.

Hearing his name from her lips almost drove Julius crazy with need.

Her soft, husky voice touched him in the very core of his being and sent blood surging hotly through his veins. He stood still, transfixed by the unexpected sensation.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Hearing Emma’s scoff, he shook himself mentally, and sauntered towards them, unable to take his eyes off her, unable to stop the tightening of his body to an aching heaviness.

Closer, he could see that her eyes were a brilliant brown, large and heavily lashed, her face a perfect oval, with high cheekbones and a wide, lush mouth just begging to be kissed.

He allowed his gaze to wander the area, not wanting to lose his self control whils staring at her, noting the various colors around him. Vivid greens, yellows, and blues. He could see that the leaves of the trees were bright green, veined with darker hues. He inhaled sharply, pointedly drinking in the werewolf’s scent so that he could always find her, even in a crowd, always know where she was.

But before he could touch her, and lead them away from the fields, the voice of the wizard stopped him.

“Where do you think you are going?” The latter asked, and he scoffed, ready for a little fun time.