THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“Where did you learn how to cook?” Emma asked Derek, sighing in satisfaction as she ate in relish, the last batch of the spaghetti on her plate.

She had watched in awe as he traisped around the kitchen, putting things in order like he was born into it. He had also coached her, as he did the cooking. And now, munching the last of the spaghetti on her plate, she concluded that she preferred his cooking to Clem’s; maybe because he was boyfriend. She didn’t care though.

“From my mother.” Derek replied, smiling as he watched his mate gubble up the food he had cooked some minutes ago. She hadn’t even waited for the food’s temperature to go down after its preparation, before asking him to dish out some for her.

He was happy that she enjoyed his cooking. He felt like he was over the moon; and witheld himself from beating his chest as the myriad of emotions enveloped him.

“She must be a good cook then.” Emma said conclusively, wishing that she could have more of the spaghetti. It was the best she had ever taken, or so she thought.

“Yes, she is.” Derek agreed, as he stood up to gather their plates out from the table.

“Just leave it by the sink. I will do the dishes.” Emma mentioned, as she watched Derek pick up the plates they had used to eat; She knew that he wanted to wash them. And although she was happy that he loved to pamper her and treat her well, she still thought it unwise and selfish to let him do the dishes after he prepared that sumptuous meal. She decided she would wash the dishes later, perhaps after taking a nap.

“No.” Derek stated. “Let’s do it together.” He said, winking at her as he mentioned the ‘together”; to which she scoffed at.

Her boyfriend was really a flirt. Emma thought, as she threw Derek a glimpse. She could see that he was still beckoning her with his eyes to agree with him.

“Ok ok.” She surrendered finally, getting up from the dining table and walking up to him.

Derek sauntered into the kitchen with the plates, grinning from ear to ear. He already had a mischievous idea brimming in his head. He could also feel his wolf’s contentment. ‘If only she was a wolf..’ He thought, glancing at his little witch as he dropped the plates inside the sink.

“Stop mentioning that, quit spoiling my mood.” He heard his wolf say.

” She wouldn’t turn to a wolf. So quit wishing for it or do you want to quit her?” Maru queried.

” Quit her? Never.” Derek linked back. He couldn’t even imagine staying a day or two without seeing her. He was already hung up on her.

“Then stop thinking about her frail nature then.” Maru concluded.

Derek couldn’t agree less; his wolf was right. He had to stop thinking about the future consequence of what was happening now. It was better he enjoyed the moments now and his mate.

“What are you standing there doing? Spaced out again?” He heard his little witch ask, and sighed. Of course, he mused – she was vitalized now after eating two plates of spaghetti; her strength was back.

“Just thinking.” He replied.

“About….?” She drawled.

“About you.” He said, blowing her a kiss. He chuckled as he saw a deep red blush metamorphose on her cheeks; she hadn’t been expecting it.

“You’re really a flirt.” She enthused, trying furtively to hide a smile.

“Let’s wash already.” She stated, meeting him at the kitchen counter.

Derek smiled mischievously as he poured in the liquid detergent into the sink already half filled with water.

“I will wash; you can rinse it off.” He said, referring to the plates; to which Emma nodded to. She couldn’t wait to be done, and have her beauty sleep.

As Derek picked up a plate to wash, after letting the water in the sink lather enough, he whisked the plate sharply sideways, causing some foamy lather to splash on Emma.

“Bloodujering hell!!” Emma screamed, stepping back a bit, her quest for sleep forgotten. She looked funny, with spotches of lather on her nose, ears, mouth; her clothes didn’t escape the assault either.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She bemoaned, as she wiped off the lather from her face and clothes. She didn’t want to get wet; she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she did.

But Derek was laughing outrightly at her, and it pissed her off no small deal.

‘How can he be laughing at me instead of apologizing?’ She thought, and then concluded that with the playful look on his face, he must have done it intentionally.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

‘He should just wait for it.’ She mused.

Putting her right hand inside the sink, she took up the plate inside and scooped both the lather and water inside the sink; and emptied the contents on Derek who was watching her in amusement.

Waaaaaaah!!

Derek was wordless for a second, as the liquid mixture slithered its way from his forehead, down to his lips. This wasn’t what he had wanted. He didn’t see it coming.

When he had seen her hand go down into the sink, he had thought that she wanted to throw him the lather; but alas, she threw him the full portion.

“Our mate seems to be the hard player..” He heard his wolf say, and he couldn’t agree more.

“How do you feel?” He heard her say mockingly, and smiled mischievously. ‘She asked for it then.’ He thought, as he wiped his face with his hands, and ambulated towards her.

The smirk on Emma’s face wiped off as she saw Derek advancing towards her. “What was he going to do now?” She thought, as she stood still, staring at him.

“You started it.” She said, trying to buy time for herself, as she looked towards the kitchen door.

“I didn’t pour you water.” Derek said, as he strottled towards his little witch, his mind busy with the plotting of mischievous plans for her.

Until he heard Shane’s voice through the pack link.

“Derek!! Get back to the pack now! There’s trouble.”