THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“I see.” Freya heard her mother say, and sighed.

Here it goes. She thought, the emotional blackmail. The woman was a pro at it.

“I see that you have grown wings eh. Is that how you repay your mother after all she had done for you huh? Do you know what I went through for your sake? Do you know how much I fought for you?….” Leonarya was saying, and Freya found herself shaking her head in denial

“Mother, it isn’t like….” She was saying, but Leonarya interrupted her sharply.

“… so, what you chose to pay me back with after all these years of my sacrifice, is to have a vampire read my thoughts?” Leonarya inquired, dropping her hand on her chest, faking a tear, shaking her head as if in sorrow.

“No, mother. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not a vampire, woman!”

Freya and Yodah said respectively, at the same time that Aiden scoffed. “Fake.”

“You are not a vampire? So, what are you?” Leonarya asked, furrowing her eyebrows at Yodah.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“What I am is none of your concern.” He replied, ignoring the murmurings going on between the witches glaring at him and Freya.

He had never cared about people’s opinions. He wouldn’t start now.

“I believe it is. I have to know who and what is going around with my daughter.” She replied, tapping the table with her index finger nail which was coated in black nail polish.

“Mother, stop it. I have known Yodah for so long. He won’t hurt me. Let us go. We will come back early enough.” Freya stated, tired of being the center of attention. She couldn’t also wait to be with Aiden. She could feel his patience wearing thin.

“If you say so then. If you say so, Freya. But bear in mind that everything I have done is for you and me. Don’t hate me.” Leonarya implored.

“No, mother. I can never do that.” Freya promised.

“Okay then. Take care of her.” Leonarya said, referring to Yodah.

“I will, with my life… ma’am.” He stated, with a slight bow, before holding Freya by the hand and walking out of the dining room. Behind them the buzzing started, the whispers.

Once outside the house, Yodah didn’t hesitate, gathering her into his arms, imprisoning her against his hard chest. His face was a granite mask as he whirled around and took to the air, knowing that she had always loved the concept of flying.

Freya tensed, waiting for the battery on her senses, but Aiden had closed his mind and all she knew was the enormous strength of Yodah’s arms. He moved fluidly, easily, as if her weight was of no consequence.

“Breathe, Freya. It will help. I don’t think he would be killing me anytime soon.” Yodah said. There was a trace of amusement in the warmth of his voice.

Freya did as he suggested, too worn out to struggle. She had come here to this wild place to find the man in her dreams, and she had, only that it opened up another well of questions. Now, she was all the more fragmented. She opened her eyes cautiously, looking down at horizons beneath them through long lashes.

“Let’s stop here.” She said

And immediately, he descended like a flash of lightening to the ground.

But he stil carried her in his arms.

“Yodah, put me down. I feel silly with you carrying me off like some pirate.” She said, snorting.

His long strides were taking them into deep forest. Branches swayed, bushes rustled. Her heart was beating out of control as she sensed that she was getting close to Aiden.

His eyes moved over her face, but his pace didn’t slow, and he didn’t answer her. It was humiliating that he didn’t appear to notice her struggles.

Then, a smirk appeared on his lips. Freya rolled her eyes.

She allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder with a slight sigh. “Did you kidnap me or rescue me?”

Strong white teeth gleamed at her, a man’s amusement. “Perhaps a little of both.”

“Where are you taking me?” She pressed a hand to her forehead, not wanting a battle, physical or mental.

“To my home. We have a date. I am Yodah Finel. Milady.” He said.

Freya rubbed at her temple.

“Yodah, can you be serious? Where are we going?” She asked.

“To his home. He already gave me directions.” Yodah replied.

She nodded, before closing her eyes, knowing that their kind can also communicate with each other through telepathy, knowing she was safe.

***

“When is she going to ask for us? Time is against us already.” Emma asked, pacing tro and fro her room. Lily, Leila and Prescott sat on her bed, watching her unfixed motions.

“Soon.” Prescott replied, already tired of watching her motions. It made him drowsy.

“You have been saying that for the past two hours.” Emma stated, halting in her movements, whilst glaring at the squirrel.

She had thought that she would be back at her place by now. But her wishes had gone down the drain. She was still hoping for a chance to get him something for his birthday. But so far, nothing had come up in her mind. She didn’t think he lacked anything. Just her presence then would do the trick. She believed that. But then… the queen…

“Emma, please understand. My grandmother just woke up after being poisoned. She needs sometime to rest.” Lily said in a low tune, as if she didn’t want to offend Emma.

“I know. I understand. But she doesn’t have to do anything, only to commission I and Prescott to go. That’s all. She needs to give the order, so that the gates would be opened, right?” She inquired, looking at the three of them.

“Yes.” Leila replied with a shrug.

“That’s true. But could you be a little patient? You’re making us sleepy with your back and front movements.” She ethused.

“What about his birthday party then… huh? I can’t miss it.” Emma said, standing at akimbo, ignoring the taunt in Leila’s statement.

“You won’t. Werewolves usually celebrate their parties at night. So, you won’t miss it.” Prescott promised, sighing in relief, as he watched her walk up to the bed and dropped down on it.