THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

‘Finally..’ Emma muttered, breathing out heavily as Derek pulled up the car right in front of her house. Finally, she could eat and rest. Her stomach had been making rumbling sounds since the drive started.

“We’re home..” He said heartily, pressing a button on the dashboard which let the car doors unlock.

Emma winced, as she stretched herself a little bit. She really needed to sleep, perhaps before eating. She thought.

Looking sideways, she saw that Derek was already out of the car, with her backpack on his shoulders. He was walking towards her side of the car.

She watched him still as he stopped at her door, winked at her, before opening it.

“Won’t you be getting down.. my little witch?” He asked, smiling; his right hand stretched out before her to take.

Emma thought that his smile was the most beautiful she had ever seen. It brought out the tingles that always seemed to love ravaging her body, out.

And so taking a deep breath to steady her emotions, she placed her hand on his, letting him pull her out of the car.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Derek shut the door of the car with his left hand, as he grasped his little witch’s hand tightly. And as they walked slowly but steadily towards the front door of her house, he discovered that she was very tired and hungrier than he had expected; the noises emanating from her stomach was enough proof of that. He wondered if there was anything she could really eat at home.

“Thanks a lot Derek for dropping me off.” He heard her say, his thoughts now interrupted. “I owe you one.” She continued, trying to put a smile on her tired face as she stared up at him.

“Don’t mention. It’s nothing.” He said, amused at her statement. He hadn’t really done anything worth thanking for. He had just his duty; his obligation to his mate.

“Just open the door already.” He finally said.

Emma was puzzled. She had thought that he had just wanted to drop her off at her doorstep and leave, but now his earlier statement was contradicting that thought.

“Are you coming in?” She asked hopefully; she wanted him to stay with her for a couple of while, perhaps till she slept. Although this feeling was too alien to her, she had decided in the car during the short journey to accept it; wholeheartedly.

“Yeah.” He replied, his lips quirking in a way that tells her that it was absurd for him not to. She was happy that he thought so.

“Okay. Let’s go in then.” She said, opening the door. She had earlier on, inserted the key into the key hole.

Derek took in the sight of the sitting room, as his little witch opened the door. In the daytime, with the sun rays finding their way into the room, the sitting room was a very beautiful sight to behold; from the royal blue embroidered curtains which embraced the two windows by the side and the entrance into the passage, to the paintings on the wall and the whitewashed walls.

Staring keenly at it now, that is the walls, he could some intricate designs and writings on them.

‘What are those?’ He thought, unconscious of the fact that his legs were now taking him towards the section of the wall with writings on them.

“Derek..” He heard his little witch call, interrupting his interest on the Wall’s designs. He decided to check it out later, after finding out why she was calling.

Tearing off his gaze from the wall, he turned to see his little witch staring at him, with a bit of curiosity in her eyes. She must have seen him staring at the wall keenly.

“Make yourself at home. I’m going to sleep.” She finally said, making Derek conclude that she was really tired, to must have banish the curiosity pangs. He knew that if she was bubbling in vitality, she would have queried him non stop on why he had zapped out as he stared at her walls.

“Have you eaten?” He asked, as heard the rumbling sounds emitted from her stomach.

“I will eat, after I’m done sleeping.” She replied, taking slow steps towards the entrance of the sitting room that led to the bedrooms.

“No, you’re eating now. You can sleep later.” He declared, determined to make her eat. The rumbling sounds from her stomach was making him uncomfortable. His mate shouldn’t be hungry while he was around.

“But I don’t..” Emma started saying, then paused. She didn’t know if it was okay to say that she couldn’t cook. She had planned to take oatmeals later. Then perhaps, visit the fill-up eatery that Melvina had taken her to, two days ago to have dinner.

“You don’t know how to cook?” Emma heard Derek say, and gulped. ‘How did he know what I was thinking? Is he a psychic?’ She thought.

“Yes.” She finally said, closing her eyes for some seconds, awaiting his laughter or scoff. For even though they had shared intimate moments in his car some minutes ago, she didn’t know his personality; after all he had talked against her with Claire, while he thought she wasn’t looking. She could only hope now that he wasn’t that heartless because her emotions were already tied to him.

But she didn’t hear anything.

She opened her eyes, to see him staring at her still; but with admiration or love perhaps. She was befuddled.

“Oh, my little witch can’t cook.. that’s cute.” She heard him say, and scoffed.

” Are you taunting me now?” She asked, lifting her chin up as in a dare; foregoing the sincere feelings that she could see in his eyes.

” No, not at all.” He said, taking short steps towards her. “I’m just glad that I would be my little witch’s chef.” He said, smiling sincerely.

Emma was taken aback. This guy would be the death of me.’ She stared hard at him as he came to stand close to her.

She watched him, as he lifted up his hand and caressed her left cheek softly, lovingly and sighed. He really had gotten her heart, in no time at all. She didn’t want to think how that was possible, even after she heard him talking ill of her to Claire.

“Let me be your chef.” He said, gazing at her with sheer love in his eyes.

“Okay.” Emma muttered, dropping her gaze from his. She thought his stare, hypnotic.

“Show me your kitchen, girlfriend.” He said finally, removing his hand from her cheek, and grasping her right hand gently.