THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Maya walked into the ballroom, still in the arms of Derek, and caught her breath. She didn’t think she had ever been in a space that made her feel so small. Well, she had. Because technically, this was the biggest hall in their main pack house, and she had been in it countless times. But the hall had never being this beautiful, this shining.

Her brother was lucky. She thought, about feeling a bit sad, but stomping the unpleasant feeling down, immediately as it reared its ugly head up. She didn’t want anything dampening her mood or her make up. She was going to enjoy the party to fullest, and nobody or no one would stop her from doing so. At least she would so, for Derek, who had followed her here.

She knew that he had done so, so that she wouldn’t be lonely or go through what she had experienced some months back. He came for her go be comfortable and happy. And that would be how she would be feeling, no matter what; comfortable and happy.

“Your father really out did himself this time around. Although I think that this would be more of your mother’s idea.” She heard him whisper in her ear, and chuckled, amused at what he was implying.

He was implying that her father was full and dark, a total opposite of the glittering and shining hall, and she couldn’t disagree at all.

Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake.

Maya wondered when and who had done all these polishing and decorating. She had a feeling that it might be the rogues of the pack. Her father rarely let in rogues into their packs alive. They are either killed or turned to slaves, except if the rogue had a potential strength or gift. And for a moment, thinking of the slaves washing up and polishing these floores which shone now like the sun, she felt bad, and pitiful for indulging in pleasure at their expense.

“Where are these women from?” She heard him ask, and lifted up her gaze slowly, her eyes sweeping around the faces in the large hall, now a ballroom. A lot of new faces.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I guess he really wants Curtis to find his mate tonight.” He muttered, not really expecting a reply from her.

“Most likely.” She said, as she kept on scanning the room, trying to see whether she would see any familiar face.

But then, she had to admit that the women were in sync with tone of the ballroom.

They sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before her, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine.

“You’re right Coz. He really outdid himself.” She muttered, as she processed the beauty of the hall.

“You guys are late.”

She heard, and turned swiftly, already knowing who was talking.

“Leo…” She heard Derek say.

But her tongue was tied. She didn’t know if it was because his handsomeness was so blinding, or that Zoe was the girl in his arms, not her.

“Derek…” Leo said, his eyes not on Derek at all, but on Maya. And he couldn’t do anything about it. It seemed to him that his eyes has their own willpower and would do anything he wouldn’t want them to do.

At the moment, they were skimming Maya thoroughly from her long flowing blonde hair which shone like the light of sun and beckoned on him to sink his fingers in and through them, to her deep blue eyes which reminder of him of the ocean and the sky, to her ball gown which rested above her knees, giving her long legs the showroom to show off their creaminess and unending length, even to the silvery shoes.

The intensity of lust that rode over him as he imagined himself alone, in a room with her, prim and proper the way she was now, circling his waist with her long creamy legs, meshed up in a blissful symphony and harmony, shocked him to the core. He wanted her. But he was with Zoe.

Zoe, who had been waiting for him in the room, till he had left Derek at his doorstep, and come back.

Zoe, who had jumped on him immediately he had stepped into the dark room, asking for sex.

Zoe, whom he had almost pushed away as she forced her tongue into his mouth.

He had found it repulsive then, and hadn’t known why, hadn’t understood himself.

Not like he had always liked smooching with her; no. But he hadn’t found it repulsive either. But earlier this night, it had been. And he hadn’t known why. If it was because of what Derek had told him about Maya and her father or something else.

“You guys are late.” He finally said, wincing a bit and tearing his gaze, reluctantly from Maya as Zoe dug her fingernails inside the flesh of his arm. He knew that she must have noticed that his own had lingered and was lingering steadily on Maya.

After her jumping show in the room, he had lowered her gently to the bed, as if he had wanted to obey her will, knowing that had been the only way he would be able to get rid of her hands which had wound themselves tightly around as his neck. And when she had released her grip on his neck as he had laid her down on the bed.

He had backed away, had muttered a rushed apology about what had transpired in the pack’s training ground, and had backed away, leaving the room, leaving her shocked and angry again.

But he had returned some minutes later to prepare for the party, hoping that she had left; but the reverse was the case. He had seen her dressing up in his room. An act that had irritated him so much that he hadn’t answered or spoken to her until he had done preparing, and walked out of the door.

Now, at the moment, he knew that they were just putting up a show, well, he was sure that he was. The relationship was dead, as from tonight. It was better to break up the relationship now, than later.

Later might be too late for him, and more painful for her. And of course, he thought he was doing this all for himself and his sanity, and not for the sake of Maya who was already gathering the attention of the menfolk to herself already unknowingly.