THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Anthony suspired, looking at the beast. The being no longer looked like Derek. His face had metamorphosed into an ugly state. A sticky liquid like saliva was dripping from its mouth. There were two horns on his head, and other smaller ones all over his body. His former fair handsome face was also darkened and twisted on some parts. Terribly ugly. He thought.

“Then let him surface.” He said, even as he heard the blue flame minister to him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“I don’t want to.” The monster said.

“Make me.” He added, tightening his fists as he geared up for a fight.

“Oh sure. I will.” Anthony said with a smirk, ignoring the advice of Alpha Peter in his mind to stand down. The blue flame and the energy within him had already told him what to do, and that’s exactly what he would do. He wasn’t going allow this demon take over his brother.

Not wasting anymore time, he threw a ball of blue lightening to the beast but the abnormaly which had been expecting the move, shifted to the other side of the room at a very fast pace which surprised Alpha Peter. Its movement could be likened to that of matured and very powerful vampires.

Again, he couldn’t fathom what had pushed his son to touch a magic orb. The pack doctor had insinuated during his deductions that he might have been compelled by a powerful witch.

The only witch that had come to his mind was Leonarya. He wondered if it was the evil witch that had kidnapped the redhead whom the moon goddess had chosen for his son.

The redhead.

He also couldn’t comprehend why the moon goddess had done this to him. It was like a betrayal. He would have coerced his son to mate his beta’s daughter, Claire, but for this beast which had taken root in his son’s being. Telling him to mate Claire would be escalating the issue from frying pan to fire.

With wide eyes, he was watching the beast dodge all Anthony’s throws, and he knew that the beast was trying to wear his son out.

He couldn’t let that happen. He had to come in.

“Anthony, he is trying to wear you out…” He stated through their mind link. Stop focusing on him directly. Focus on his direction…the next point he would run to. Target that particular ball, and throw it there. Since he is fast, he would intercept the ball as he moves.” He advised, and Anthony nodded, getting and appreciating his wisdom.

“Is that all you got?” The beast inquired when he saw that Anthony had stopped throwing the blue magic balls which had the capacity to subdue his materialization for a week. Of course, he knew what it was. In the old days, the luminous flames imbibed and possessed by a certain breed of special hybrid wolves had utterly led his kind into extinction. The happiness he had felt when a mistress of magic had resurrected him for her biddings was unimaginable. It was good to be breathe in earth’s air once more and drink blood. He wasn’t going to allow another werewolf subdue him again.

“You think so?” Anthony queried, calculating the angle of his next projection. He could already feel himself getting weary. The magik he had been summoning and giving away was draining him of energy. He had to finish this now or never.

“You would get tired soon, and then I would have to kill you happily. And when I am done with you, I will deal with the others.” The beast said, cackling in laughter, as he tightened his fists.

Anthony didn’t reply to the jab. Rather, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, allowing the energy within him to take control of his being and senses. He could hear voices telling him of the direction to throw the ball, voices encouraging him that his brother would be okay with just one hit at the beast.

Slowly, he used his left hand to mold the ball on his right palm, turning it over on each other, whispering words that he didn’t know the meaning neither would he be able it remember it later, ignoring the fact that the beast could change his mind and jump on him as his eyes was closed.

And when he opened his eyes, he first heard the gasp of his Alpha, followed by that of his Luna and Maya. The duo was standing at the door, behind Alpha Peter. They had come after managing to put Eva to sleep in Esther’s room. The witch had promised to look after the little girl, even though she was curious to see the nature of the beast.

He could feel his eyes burning.

Looking down at his hand, he saw that the blue shiny ball had grown bigger to the size of football.

He smirked as he looked up at the beast whose sly smile had been wiped off and replaced with a frown.

“No more jabs again?” He asked, drawing closer to the beast which he noticed was casting furtive glances at the window.

The beast wanted to escape!

Never! He chanted in his mind, before releasing the big ball of blue fire toward the direction which those tiny voices in his head had told him that the beast would move.

He smiled widely, as he heard the beast shriek in pain the next minute. The ball had hit squarely on his chest.

With wide eyes, they all watched the beast shout and curse whilst holding his head, even as he got smaller and smaller, till his aura and features disappeared completely, leaving a saddened and depressed Derek staring at them.

He slumped to the floor, holding his head as he broke out in tears.

Immediately, Maya rushed up to him, kneeling down and hugging him to herself, whispering soothing words into his ear.

“I almost killed my sister. I almost killed Eva.” He muttered repeatedly, his voice so ladened with sorrow that their hearts broke.

“But you didn’t. You didn’t Coz. It wasn’t your fault either. The beast was in control.” Maya stated, unable to help the lone tear that escaped from her right eye.