THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Casper took his lips in as he heard Emma’s question.

What he wanted?

Damn! It was her that he wanted.

Why did she still manage to steal his breath away like she had a year ago? Then, he had been so whipped that he had settled to being her ‘brother’ when all he had wanted to do was to sit her on his lap during one of their many discussions, and kiss her senselessly. She had been the only girl he had known all through his life that had turned him down, witches included, and that had driven him crazy, so crazy that he had gone against his Queen’s order.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

When he had attended her high school, he hadn’t known of some prophecy nor had he known of her. He had played around with girls then to overcome the grief that losing his parents had caused him. Queen Zipfarah had ordered their death, and that had been why he had gone over to Leonarya’s side, whilst plotting his revenge. He would never forgive the queen whom he had thought had been so shrouded with so much goodness. He had thought that she would have shown his parents mercy at their tiny mistake, but alas, she hadn’t, rather she had ordered for their execution. Their cries still disturbed his ears.

And when he had met the redhead for the first time, he hadn’t still been aware of the prophecy. It had been until she had turned him down and he had decided to ignore her that Leonarya had mentioned her name, and had given him the mission to watch her for a while. That had been the reason why he had waxed his feelings for her cold, and had approached her.

He had approached her as a spy, not as a friend or whatever. And he had kept up with the information collection, until the queen had asked him to get her blood. He had kept citing excuses, afraid for the redhead’s sake-obviously aware that his heart wouldn’t allow any harm come to her, and having known his queen, he had been sure that death wasn’t far from the redhead if the former ever got her hand on the latter’s blood. She had called him in when she had seen that he wouldn’t be doing the feat(the reason why he had disappeared two months before his graduation), and had sent over another person to do the work. He had always wondered whom the queen had sent, and whether the person had been successful, for the queen had banned him from leaving the community for anything other thing, unless he had been sent on a mission; failure to abide by the rules had had the death penalty; so he had stayed.

But a few days ago, she had called him in with some guys, talking about the same redhead that she had banned him from seeing, whilst making mention of the fact that they had to bring her in, capture her that is. And then, she had stopped him while he had been trying to leave with others after she had been done debriefing them, citing that he shouldn’t go all fluffy and mushy when he finally met Emma, that she already belonged to someone else, and that’s why even though he felt like hugging Emma and asking about her wellbeing all these time in his absence, he did the opposite, acting all uncaring and distant, feelings far from what he was feeling. But he wouldn’t deny that there was this small part of him that rejoiced at having her at his mercy-it was good that she paid for the trouble she had caused him, turning him down whilst she had no business doing so. Hadn’t he been up to her standard?

Shifting his gaze from her to the werewolf beside her, he smiled, noticing that she was still a young one and hadn’t shifted for the first time, probably seventeen years of age-he guessed. Their work would be easy tonight. He thought, smiling the more.

“What do I want? I want you to follow us, peacefully. My queen needs you.” he stated, still smiling, a smile which disappeared the next second when he heard Emma scoff wildly.

“Sorry to burst your stinky bubbles, Casper. But I am not following your shitty self anywhere. As you can see, we were heading to a party before you roaches came out of nowhere and obstructed the way. If I were you, I would run along to Leonarya and inform her that I said that she should kiss her ass!” Emma stated, fury corroding her veins. She could feel that strange energy again-it was humming in sync with her anger. These guys don’t know what hit them. She thought, glaring at a particular guy who had stepped forward to give her a slap, but for Casper who had stopped him.

Why was he stopping the guy? He should have let him taste death. There was no need to act so protective. She concluded, watching as Casper glared at the offending idiot who shrinked back to the formation of the group of at least twelve.

“Ever the smart mouth.” Casper intoned, replacing the frown on his face with a cheerful look. Emma felt like slapping the smirk off his lips. What a nuisance! She thought, deciding to keep silent at his statement. He could keep talking if he wanted, she would rather discuss with Prescott and find ways to end this jumble.

“Can’t we disappear already?” She asked Prescott, unwilling to display her power when the squirrel could just zap them up and away from here.

“Not really. He is a strong wizard. He had casted a spell around the area. If I try that, I might end up caging us in a vacuum. I don’t want to do that. I suggest we fight it out if your old friend doesn’t let us go.” he replied, and she nodded, getting his drift.

“Well, I would have loved to stay and banter with you, Emma, perhaps to catch up on lost times, but I’m running on a tight schedule, and so can’t risk that. Perhaps, we will talk when you are within the safety of the prison yards.” Casper taunted, but Emma stayed mute, surprising him. He had always loved talking with her, even if it was arguing or bantering.

“Seize them.” he stated finally, when he saw that she wasn’t going to speak with him. There would be a lot of time for that later. He thought. She wouldn’t keep silent forever.

“Touch any one of them, and you are dead.” A powerful voice said calmly, stilling the movements of the wizards who had moved to take in the girls.