THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Melvina turned around sharply in response to the voice she had just heard, a little bit scared that it could be her mate; the voice had sounded like his.

When she saw it was just Anthony, she signed in relief; she didn’t think Peter would it find it funny seeing her here after he had told her earlier that he wanted her.

But Anthony was smirking, and as she stared at him, she knew why. He had imitated Peter’s voice to make her nervous; he must have known that she had been summoned by her mate before he had retired to their house. She felt like bashing his head on the tree where she and Derek rested on.

“Good evening Luna.” Anthony greeted, still smiling at the look on Melvina’s face. She was his godmother, and he enjoyed taunting her so much.

She had taken him as her son when his parents died at the last pack war. His mother, Judith had been one of her closest friends. She had also made sure that he didn’t feel the vaccum that his parents left when they died. He owed her his life.

“Anthony..” Melvina said, her voice tainted with fake-anger. “Why did you do that?” She asked, referring to his earlier imitation of her mate’s voice.

“Ah, Luna.. I don’t really understand your question. You know that…”

“Mom, I’m going in..” Derek said, interrupting the conversation between his mother and Anthony, whom he took as an elder brother. He knew that their banter could continue and continue till morning. They were a funny pair, quite alright.

“Oh, right.” Melvina stated, remembering that her son was very hungry. “Let’s go in then.” She said, taking his hands in hers, and ignoring the smirk on Anthony’s face. She would deal with him later.

And so the trio ambled their way through the garden, moving towards the west wing of the pack house where their residence was; oblivious of a shadowy figure which slowly snaked its way down the big tree which stood overlooking the garden, the tree where Melvina and Derek had just rested upon.

This figure, which was all dressed in black, smirked as it got down. Dusting off the hands which were clothed with tiny blisters caused by some short thorns on the tree, the figure made its way toward the east wing of the packhouse where the gate was located; looking left and right, making sure that no one was seeing or following it.

The figure, which seemed to be male if seen from a not-so-far range scaled the big iron gate which was fanned on both sides by long ironed faces, effortlessly; as if it was a normal job or routine, and landed on the other side, as a big brown wolf.

The wolf ran with an urgency that could be seen in its speed, and in the fierceness of its almost black eyes into the dead of the almost chilly September night, across the boundaries of the black moon pack. After a while, it slowed down as it got to the last boundary line between the pack and the outside world. Trudging its way pass the boundary line, it took off again; this time, more faster as if being pressed.

A very high castle-like fence could be seen in the near horizon in the deep dark forest, as the big brown wolf trudged its way towards it; It had slowed down some minutes earlier, exhausted by the run which had taken more than an hour and thirty minutes.

Getting to a big tall tree which stood near the fence, it shifted to a naked beautiful young lady with bright yellow hair; all curvy in the right places. The naked beautiful female breathed out in relief of a mission well accomplished, as she stared at the gate which was at the left part of the fence.

I did it. She thought as she stepped around the tree in search of something that should have been there. The sight of a couple of clothing lying at the base of the tree: a black polo and blue denim jeans, with a pair of white sneakers; which had been kept purposefully for her, brought a smile to her face.

Putting the clothing on, the lady threw some knocks on the gate.

“Who is there?” A voice echoed from the other side of the gate.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s me.” She replied impatiently; she was hungry.

“Maya??” The voice asked, its note a notch higher.

“Yes, Maya.” She stated, placing her hands on her growling stomach, as if to calm its appetite for food.

The gate opened immediately, as a guy with a dirty blond hair stepped out .

“Did you get anything?” He asked, throwing his hands across her shoulder.

“Maybe..” Maya replied, removing his hands from her shoulder, as she walked fast into the pack environs. She needed to eat.

” Hey Maya, wait up.” He shouted, running a bit to catch up with her. ” I know you’re hungry and tired.. but could you give me a little intel. I’ve been waiting here for ages.” He continued, as he walked besides her now in matching strides.

“No. I have to let Dad know first. You can listen in then.” She said, getting tired of her brother’s rantings. The boy just didn’t know when to stop.

“But Maya, you know that he won’t let me into the conference room when you’re reporting to him.” He said, pouting his lips.

If she was in a better mood, Maya would have laughed at the look on her brother’s face. Her younger brother still acted like he was ten; whilst he would be 18 in a week’s time. She was older than him by two years.

“I will tell you later then.” She said, as she stomped into the pack’s main house. Her father was waiting.

“Good evening Dad.” She greeted, bowing slightly.

” Maya.. Did you get anything?” He asked her, taking a wine goblet from the glass rack. He had been waiting for hours. At a time, he had almost thought that she wouldn’t make it back. The black moon pack could be sensitive sometimes.

Well, it seems today wasn’t their lucky day. He thought, as he stared at his daughter, who he had always wished was a male. Well, he had Curtis. He mused; although most times he wished that his son could be more concerned about the pack’s issues like his sister.

“Yes Dad.” Maya replied, trying to ignore the fact that her father didn’t respond to her greetings. He had always been partial, always favouring her brother than her. She had lived her whole life trying to please him.

“Let me hear it then.” He stated, sitting down on the sofa, curious about the news his daughter had to deliver.

“His son’s mate is a human.” She said, smirking.