THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Julius tightened and released his fists intermittently as he stared into the eyes of Ava who returned his steady gaze with a one of hers. Beside her, Emma frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she darted her eyes between her friend and Professor Perkins’ brother.

What was wrong with the two?

Did they know each other from somewhere?

The wizards, including Casper, were transfixed on their spots.

She didn’t know if it was Julius’ doing, or they were confused as she was concerning the matter in front of her. She had a feeling that it was the former, and for some reason she found weird, she didn’t want to interrupt the moment.

“How is this possible?” She heard Prescott ask, and got curious.

“What do you mean by ‘how is this possible’?” She queried, noting that the squirrel was also staring at the duo.

“Vampires don’t have mates. Their souls have been blankened with death. It is impossible that they feel.” Prescott replied, and Emma balked, shocked to her bones.

Vampire? Her professor was a vampire? No no. That wasn’t possible. He had walked around with her under the sunlight without being burnt, and without making an attempt to suck her blood off her.

Prescott was mistaken. He had to be. She thought, relaying her information on her Professor to him, including when he had saved her from the abnormal clique in the cafe.

“Hmm… that’s weird.” Prescott muttered.

“The aura is like that of a vampire. But I understand your point. Vampires don’t walk under the sun. Well, there’s no sun here now… so… maybe…” He was saying, when Emma cut him off, not wanting to believe that she was right in front of a blood sucking vampire.

“No no… don’t complete that statement. It’s giving me the creeps. To think that I have been talking with a blood sucking demon that feeds on innocent people. Perhaps, he is another creature. I would ask him personally later and confirm. Don’t make the deductions yet.” She requested, even as she trailed her eyes towards and all over Julius for the umpteenth time. He was still as if enthralled, and as she stared at him, she couldn’t shake off the bad feeling that perhaps Prescott was right.

Were there good and bad vampires?

No, she didn’t think so. They all sucked blood.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Although in movies and story books, the distinctions have being present, but she didn’t believe that the same would suffice in reality. They sucked human blood. Period. That was an offense and must be in the constitution, under whatever section.

And their handsomeness didn’t exempt them from that. She thought, remembering her history Professor, and his enchanting voice.

Could he… no, he couldn’t. She concluded, waiting for the duo to be done staring at themselves.

If Prescott was right, then she should be happy for them. They were mates.

Meanwhile… Julius appraised Ava.

She was small, almost childlike. He was certain she was, at most, a teenager, dressed in a sensual peach gown which clung to her skin like tights, her wealth of brown hair fawning over her face. It surprised him that she was his. She was too young. Wouldn’t that be child abuse? He thought, thinking in terms of his old age. Her face was a beautiful work of art. And when she turned slightly, pushing off to her ear, some strands of hair which had clung to her face, his eyes went of their own accord to her high firm breasts thrusting against the thin cloth material.

He stared at her, entranced. That he could tell that her hair was brown stunned him.

Dark, predatory, immortal male of his kind that he was, he had not seen colors, only black and white, in more centuries than he could count.

He had not disclosed that information, his accompanying loss of emotion, to his twin, Aiden, since the latter had found his lifemate, or rather since he had found Emma.

Although Aiden hadn’t mentioned it at any time, he was sure that the former depended on him for strength and will sometimes, as did the others in their family, and he did not wish to distress him with the knowledge of how close he was to either facing the dawn – and his own destruction – or turning vampire, undead instead of immortal. That had been the reason he hadn’t fed in a while, he had almost killed off a human while feeding off him. Almost. Almost turned vampire. What had subdued those demons that had been pushing him to take the kill was the hope of a lifemate.

Since his twin had found his, a hope, although he didn’t know how that felt, but the knowledge that he could found his, had kept him from finishing the human off, much to the displeasure of the darkness within him.

The darkness. Only the girl in front of him could calm it down with her light.

But why a werewolf? He thought, already thinking of what would happen if they mated? Would he lose his powers? The werewolf specifie was another powerful specie which was equal to them in strength. Would she lose hers? Would they become hybrid, because surely he would have to exchange blood with her at one point, to claim her as his lifemate? This was too much complicated. He had to do more research. He had to talk with Aiden.

***

“Your brother? You have a brother?” Freya asked Aiden, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

“Yes, my twin. His name is Julius. He was among the visitors that had been at my place tonight.” Aiden replied, swiftly shifting his attention to Derek who was approached him steadily.

“Where are they now? You can communicate with him right? Are they coming to the party?” Derek asked, standing very close to Aiden.

If Aiden hadn’t found his lifemate, he would have seen Derek’s actions as ridiculous and disturbing, but having Freya and knowing the catastrophe that would ensue if he ever lost her, made him tolerate the latter’s questions without looking perturbed.

“Yes, they are. They had been waylaid by some wizards though, probably sent by Leonarya.” He stated, giving an apologetic look to Freya who shrugged it off. She wasn’t offended.

“Waylaid??”

Derek’s eyes were already changing colors, his anger rising like a horrendous wave.

His mother’s sudden palm placement on his arm did little to calm the rising storm.