THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“Let’s drop here. I don’t think anybody is around or watching.” Freya pointed out, tapping Yodah on his wings.

They were way above a cluster of huge trees and shrubs.

Immediately, Yodah zapped down like lightning, and immediately Freya’s feet touched the dark soil, he shimmered into his physical self. He had flown in the nature of a huge golden eagle, the only type seen in movies.

“Which way then?” She asked, straightening the creases on her trousers whilst looking around the green environment.

“This way.” Yodah replied, holding hands with her, walking tentatively through the forest, throwing glances here and there to make sure that they hadn’t been seen or followed.

They had walked for twenty minutes or more when the path broke out to a pathway.

“This should be it then.” Freya said, taking note of the voices she was hearing from that distance. She was feeling better now, although there was a slight pain at the area where Aiden had bitten her. He had taken her blood. She knew what it meant, but she was scared about it. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to become fully of his kind. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to trade the beauty of the sunlight to the darkness of the night.

And what about her college education?

“You can get a ring like Yodah.” She heard him say in her head, and sighed.

Of course. How did she forget that?

But what about her feeding? She didn’t think she was ready to start feeding on human’s blood. No, the thought of that slightly repulsed her. She would have to wait. Aiden had to give her more time. She wouldn’t allow him to take her blood again. Exchanging blood with him three times would kickstart the conversion. Yodah had told her all about it when he had found out what she was. He had given a rundown history of how their kind lived and operated. She just have to steer clear from him.

“Don’t you dare.” He intercepted, and she scoffed.

Walking hand in hand with Yodah, she abruptly stopped as she felt a presence approaching them from behind.

She turned around sharply, but saw no one.

“What’s the matter?” Yodah asked, turning around too. “Did you see anything?”

“Not really. I just felt that someone was following us.” She replied, aware that Aiden had picked up on her uneasiness, and was alert too.

They looked around them, but saw nothing. The leaves of the trees weren’t even moving.

“Who are you?” A voice asked from behind them, and Freya felt weak in her knees. She was a bit scared. How had they been unable to feel or see the person zap behind them? She was sure that whomever this person was, he was powerful too. He because, the voice belonged to a male.

“Emma, is that you?” The voice asked again.

She could hear the happiness and worry seeping into the person’s tone.

Emma? Amelia’s sister?

She could remember that Amelia had told her that her father had sent Emma away to England as a punishment.

Could it be the same Emma?

She asked herself, even as she heard Aiden command her to turn, so that he could see the person.

She could feel Yodah making some calculations, possibly how to escape or fight if it ever came to that.

She knew he must have felt the power too.

But she hoped that they never came to the point of throwing punches.

Honestly, she wasn’t in the mood of that.

Slowly, she turned, the same time with Yodah, taking her lips in as she saw the person.

He was tall, with dark brown hair, and green eyes.

He was handsome, very handsome.

She almost snorted as she heard Aiden cussing in her head.

“He is a werewolf.” She heard him say. Yodah confirmed it the next minute.

“Who are you? You are not Emma.” The guy stated, staring at her all over, surprise and confusion evident in his eyes, before shifting his gaze to Yodah.

“My name is Freya, and this is my friend, Yodah.” She replied, meeting his gaze.

“Okay. What are you both doing here? This is a restricted area, although I have a feeling that you both aren’t mere humans. What are you guys? And how come you look like Emma?” The guy asked the multiple questions, crossing his arms across his chest whilst staring at both of them.

“Well, you’re right. We are not mere humans. We are just here to pass a message. And about the girl called Emma, we don’t know about her.” Yodah said, speaking up for the first time since they ecountered the werewolf.

“Do you know her?” The guy asked Freya.

“You look so much like her, except for your eyes.” He said, and Freya bit her lips.

She balked as she heard Aiden mention “He is right.”

“What do you mean by he is right? Do you know Emma?” She asked. His silence confirmed her doubts.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Oh God. What kind of maze has she walked into? A lot of twists and turns. Perhaps, it’s a coincidence. She thought. A lookalike coincidence; just like Amelia had mentioned. But her guts were saying something else. She needed to see this Emma.

“No, I don’t know her.” She finally said, soughing as she saw a frown metamorphose on his face.

He didn’t believe her.

His next statement confirmed it.

“You are her sister right?” He asked, then he shook his head.

“Perhaps not. You are not a human. So, what are you doing here? Your friend mentioned that you are here to pass a message. What is that?” He questioned, changing the topic as if it was a huge cause of trouble to his mind.

“Your pack is in trouble.” She answered, without a preamble.

“I don’t understand. My pack? You know who I am?” He asked, bewilderment coating his facial features.

“Of course. You are a werewolf.” Yodah answered.

“Right.” The guy muttered.

“You both are like the professor then.” He mused.

“What professor?” Freya and Yodah asked at the same time.

“Professor Aiden Perkins. He is a history professor at the University nearby. He had brought Emma home at one time, causing a ruckus in the Pack. What do you both want? Why would you say we are in trouble? What are y’all planning?” The werewolf questioned, his eyes twitching between green and indigo. He was gearing up his wolf incase a fight broke out.