THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma was dreaming. She saw a bloodied atmosphere. There was blood everywhere. There was war. There were so much killings that from her own standpoint, she hadn’t seen anything as it before. It was barbaric, like genocide. But the most weird thing she saw about the battle, was that the battle wasn’t among humans, but animals. She saw wolves fighting against each other in a most brutal way, like they were reasoning as humans, knowing whom and when to attack.

And then all of a sudden, a huge beautiful black wolf, more larger than the rest, ran up to her gingerly. Surprisingly, she noticed that she wasn’t at all scared, but rather concerned about the big black wolf, as she touched his shoulders which were bruised, smiling a bit as it nuzzled her cheek with its nose. But then in a twinkling of an eye, at the last moment, two other big wolves rushed up to her black wolf, biting and scratching him vehemently, and as she shouted and looked on helplessly, a male human being, no scratch that, a hefty male with red eyes, jumped on the black wolf and beheaded it, before turning to her, grasping her tightly by the arm, and was about to bite her with his now long fangs which seemed to have grown out from wherever she didn’t know, when she screamed out, with all her strength, and woke up.

Emma heaved in and out deeply, trying to calm down, as her mind pondered on the scary dream which had looked so real. She was happy that it was a dream, but she didn’t understand why she was having it; she couldn’t grasp the meaning either. It eluded her. She wasn’t the spiritual type and didn’t really attach importance to dreams, but this one she had just had was different. She didn’t know how or why, but she just felt, deep within her bones, that it was different. But who could she tell?

She looked around her surroundings, her mind also trying at the same time to process where she was. She wasn’t at her house. She was in Maya’s room, at the governess’ region. She had known this because the last time she had been here, after the black out incident, she had stayed in this her friend’s room for a while.

She sat up properly on the bed, holding her head as bouts of headaches assailed her head. It was as if there was a carpenter hitting nails into his newest creation in her head. Then she tried remembering what had brought her here again. Had she blacked out again? She widened her eyes in realization as she remembered what had transpired before her and Clem’s twin sister, Claire.

As she thought and remembered the details of the matter, Derek and Maya ran into the room, breathing heavily, causing her to jerk up her bowed down face, to stare at them. As she looked at Derek, she couldn’t understand why her mind chose to settle on his eyes, it seemed to tell her that his eyes were familiar to that of the big black wolf she had seen in her dream.

“Quit it!” She said to herself, not knowing that her voice was quite loud enough for Derek and Maya to hear her words.

“Emma.. what is wrong?” Derek asked, walking up to her at a fast pace, and holding her by the hand, as he sat on the bed. Maya still stood by the entrance watching them.

“Nothing.” She replied, trying not to meet his eyes. Her mind was envisioning a lot of stupid impossibilities now. How could it opine that her boyfriend was a wolf? Perhaps the dream has a satirical meaning. She thought, deducting that perhaps, the battle she had seen between the animals, was maybe a battle or feud between Derek and the rest of the royal family and their opponents who wants to overthrow them, and take away the throne. But what about the hefty man with red eyes and long fangs? She asked herself, biting her lips unconsciously which caused Derek to growl.

“Sorry.” She muttered when she heard his growl, remembering that for some reason she didn’t know, he always seemed turned on by the simple action of her biting her lips.

“It is okay.” Derek said, caressing her cheek. “You sure you are okay? I and Maya had heard you shouting some minutes ago, and we had rushed here, thinking that perhaps, something was going on with you. What had happened?” He queried, using his other free hand to hold her hands.

“It was just a bad dream.” Emma stated, shutting her eyes as she remembered the details of the dream again. She shuddered unconsciously, causing Derek to be more concerned and curious about the dream which his mate had said that she had just had.

“What is it about?” He asked, staring deeply into her eyes, not knowing that this simple action of love and care was frightening her the more. His eyes reminded her of the big black wolf in the dream. The big black wolf that died gruesomely. She didn’t want her boyfriend dead because of unworthy politics. But she still didn’t think that she should tell him the dream. She didn’t think that he would take it serious.

“Just some weird dream.” She finally said, shutting him out. And of course, it didn’t sit well with him. The sharp shade of hurt which appeared for a second on his face before disappearing, told her so. But she pretended not to notice. Rather she became interested on the event which had caused her to be temporarily unstable, and had paved the way for the weird scary dream to have come to play in her subconscious. She became interested in Claire and her family, and what they had been talking about when they had thought that she had passed out.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“How long have I been out?” She asked finally, after some time, taking a glance at her friend, Maya, who still stood by the entrance. She wondered why she was there, and not here, by her bedstand, as before.