THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Outskirts of Blue moon’s pack, 4:30pm…

Freya opened her mouth, then shut it as she tried to process the information that the werewolf had just given out.

Her mother had captured Emma?

She shook her head, not believing it. What was her mother’s business with Amelia’s sister?

Besides her, Yodah was battling with confusion too. Already, he was asking Aiden telepathically for tiny bits of how Emma was. It seemed the latter wasn’t an ordinary human, if the werewolf was in search of her, and believed that Leonarya had taken her.

Aiden, ridden with shock too, got himself fast enough to relay telepathically his whole blueprint on his entire dealings with Emma, excluding the night he had compelled her to want him greatly. He didn’t think Freya would want to know that. She would be hurt, even though it hadn’t been entirely his fault. He had thought she was the one. He had seen colors with her around, even though limitedly. And now she was missing?

Could that be why he had been feeling a bit more depressed lately? Could that be his heart giving off signs that the latter had been in trouble? He was sure now, of course, that she wasn’t his lifemate. But for some reason, he felt obliged to find her out and rescue her. For some weird unknown reason, like he had no choice.

Who had taken her?Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

He didn’t trust himself not to badge into the witch’s community and query the evil witch for his friend. He would have to wait for Freya’s decision, although he hoped she wouldn’t take long in making one.

Friend? Why did he used that word? He thought, making sure to shield his thought pattern from the duo.

She was just a mere human or was she? He was already thinking of the possibility of her being related to his lifemate. After all, she had been able to read minds, and was unable to resist his compulsion, a feat that his lifemate or any other person hadn’t been able to accomplish. More questions, and more research. He had to convey this new piece of information to Juilius.

Freya and Yodah gasped as their mind captured Aiden’s thoughts(or rather the one he had given them access to), causing the werewolf to refold his arms across his chest, and stare at them warily. He knew that they were communicating telepathically. He just did’t know what.

Freya sunk her fingers in her hair as she caught a glimpse of who was Emma. The image had been a bit blurry, which signified that Aiden, perharps, hadn’t fed in a while. Amelia had been right. The Emma looked so much like her that she couldn’t beleieve it was mere coincedence. Something was up. She was sure of it; even though she didn’t know what that could be.

She had a lot of questions for her mother. If her mother was truly behind the capture of the former, then she had to get her to release the girl.

They would also need to talk. She was already beginning to doubt a lot of things, and it was not helping the unstable state of her mind. She was beginning to feel some pains again.

“Little one, you have to go back home, and rest, for the potion to work properly.” Aiden stated, but Freya shook her head negatively, not buying into that idea.

She had to get more facts from this werewolf. She didn’t know when she would see him again.

“You can always come back later.” Aiden pointed out, but she shook her head again, muttering a ‘no’ out loud unconsciously.

“No…what?” The werewolf asked, jerking her out of the communicative haze with Aiden.

“Don’t mind her. She zones out a lot when she mind links with him.” Yodah said with a smirk which widened the more as Freya glared at him.

“Oh, I see…” The werewolf murmured, staring at her keenly.

“So, do you think your mother took her?” He asked.

“I’m not sure. I would have to ask her when I get back.” Freya replied, biting her lips.

“Alright then. I suggest you be fast about it though. My brother is not really a patient person.” He mentioned, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t find it necessary to add that the latter’s sanity was hanging on a thin thread, and he might go beserk and come storming into the witches’ community if he ever finds out about this side of the conversation.

“Your brother? Derek is your…” Freya hung the statement, expecting him to fill in the postion of the latter in the family tree.

“He is my younger brother. Emma is his mate.” He completed, and Freya could literally hear Aiden gasp in her mind.

Well, she was as surprised as him too. Yodah wasn’t left out, although he too, already had a feeling that Emma could be Freya’s sister. The proof finding was what would be giving themn a hell of assignments and headache. But he was up for it, if Freya wanted it. And that was besides the fact that he already felt a bit of camaradie with Emma. The event that had transpired in the cafe still amused him. The girl was as mischeivous as him.

“She will be on my side. I will make sure of that.” Freya said telepatically, whilst glaring at him. She had gotten wind of his silly thoughts, and it grated on her nerves. Even though the Emma wasn’t her sister after the research, she wouldn’t let Yodah have another accomplice. He was already enough headache, as it was.

It dawned on her then, as Yodah queried her on how she could access his thoughts without his permission, that as she was getting older, it seemed that her powers were getting more refined and natural.

“I will give you a feedback soon.” She finally said, noticing that the werewolf had been waiting for a reasonable reply from her.

“How? I can’t communicate telepathically with you.” He said.

True. Freya thought, when all of a sudden she remembered the coronation party.

That would be a cover. She thought. She had to be there.

“The party. We would come for the birthday party.” She replied, and he nodded.

“See you later then, Freya and Yodah.” He said, about to walk away, when she called him back.

“You never told us your name.” She stated, and he shrugged.

“You never asked.” He mentioned, smirking as Yodah snorted.

“I am Anthony.” He said after a beat, before suddenly shifting to a massive grey wolf and walking off majestically, leaving Freya’s mouth agape.