THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Derek was nonplussed as he saw Emma walk into the class. He shut his eyes for a second, and opened them again; she was actually the one.

“What is the little witch doing here?” He muttered to himself, still looking at her. “Was this fate playing with him?”

The lecturer had stopped teaching when she had stepped into the class, with her head high. Her dress sense, though simple, was attention grabbing enough; the low waist ripped jeans gripped her ass firmly. He could see that the guys in the class were gawking at her already. He gritted his teeth at the sight; They were gawking at his mate.

“I thought you concluded that you will reject her.” He heard his wolf say.

“No, I won’t.” He replied back. He couldn’t even bare other guys staring at her. What happens then when another guy finally has her?

“You would kill him.” Maru said.

And for once Derek didn’t argue with his wolf. His wolf was right. He might kill any guy who touches Emma apart from him; His best friend not exempted.

As he still watched her, he saw her turn after her short discussion with the lecturer, to shriek in surprise as her line of vision collided with his. He couldn’t deny that the look on her face gave him no small joy as she walked towards him, staring at him; still surprised.

He watched her take the next seat to him, and he purred in happiness. He was very happy that he had told the girl which had sat next to him earlier, to scoot away, as she kept fawning over him and saying irrelevant things.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, as she sat down.

“Are you dumb? I’m obviously a student here.” He retorted, placing his hand on the history book which laid idly on his desk.

“You studying political science??” Emma inquired, her insides mushing at the thought of spending her college days with him. She had almost blanked out when she had seen him looking all handsome and regal as she stepped into the classroom few minutes ago.

“I’m majoring in public administration. We just seem to offer this course code together.” He replied, hitting his ball pen steadily on his desk.

“Oh, okay.” She replied, turning her head to face the lecturer who was going on and on about the history of a nation that she was not really interested about. ‘What am I going to do with it?’ She thought.

Trying so hard to ignore the glances that were coming steadily from Derek, Emma buried her eyes on the short, pot bellied lecturer who had been taking them on the history of Russia for over an hour now.

‘Was he trying to bore holes on her face with his eyes?’ She wondered, as she turned away from the lecturer for a second to catch a glimpse of Derek. He was still staring unabashedly, not even blinking or removing his gaze as she caught him staring. Although she was happy to have caught his attention, she didn’t want the look on his face. It was possessive. She didn’t do possessive.

“…sent spies to the United States through five year olds. Anybody with an idea on how they were able to do it?” The lecturer asked, interrupting Emma’s thoughts.

No hands were raised.

Emma scoffed. Like seriously, no one could answer the question? She thought. ‘Where did they all go to for their high school?’

She turned to Derek; he was still staring.

‘Oh God’ She muttered, only to see him smirk. ‘what’s wrong with this guy?’ she asked herself in low tones.

“Anybody..??” The lecturer asked, his tone rising up a bit.

Emma decided finally to answer the question, and end the grave silence in the classroom ; but a petite brunette beat her to it.

“It happened during the cold war. Russia which was part of the USSR, arranged some kids which gifted a portrait to the Secretary General of the United States. They collected it and placed it in his office. It took them seven years before they could discover that the portrait contained a monitoring chip which had recorded all their dealings in the office all through those years..” The beautiful brunette concluded, still seating.

“Correct!” The lecturer shrilled, happiness brimming in his eyes. “What’s your name?” He asked the brunette, who Emma could see was also bored in the class. ‘A kindred.’ She thought and smiled.

“Ava.” The brunette said jadedly. “Ava Brighton.”

“Ava..” Emma tasted the name on her lips. She liked the girl already. She would meet her later too. It wasn’t a bad idea to have a female friend around your age in the county.

“Okay Ava.. You will be my personal assistant in class from now.” The lecturer said, earning a grunt from the brunette. He took his books from the desk in front of him, and left the class; but not before dropping an assignment for them.

“Read extensively on the cold war, and summit a summary on it, of not less than 1000 words, to Ava next tomorrow.” He said, while walking out.

This brought grunts and groveling from the students who saw it as an act of punishment, moreso, wickedness.

Emma had no problem with it though. She knew she could round up with it today. Bringing out her class plan, she discovered that she didn’t have any other course today, except the orientation that was scheduled for the new students at 12pm.

While she considered whether it was worth it or not, she heard Derek talking to someone.

“.. sure. I will be around.” The voice which Emma knew was feminine replied back to whatever Derek had asked.

She turned, out of curiosity she told herself, to see that the girl was no other person than Ava.

“Okay then, see you later.” Derek said, as the girl nodded and walked away not sparing her even a glance.

“Who is she?” Emma asked, before she could stop herself. She bit her lips at her blunt action. ‘Now he would think that I’m jealous.’ She thought.

Derek smirked as he heard his little witch question. He decided to play with her .Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Jealous are we?” He asked, taunting her.

“You wish..” Emma muttered and scoffed. Taking up her back pack, she stood up, her mind already made up; she was going to the coffee shop to start her work shift. The orientation could wait.

“Hey, where are you going to…?” Derek was saying, when two girls snagged his hands, clinging to him.

Emma already knew what was coming next. It seems the college life isn’t much different from high school; perhaps an upgraded version of it. She thought.

“Can we have your contact?” The duo said, battling their eyelashes at Derek.

She scoffed again, and had taken her bag to walk out of the scene that seemed to make her extra annoyed for no reason she could explain, when her phone rang.

“Hello..” She said, turning to see that Derek had stopped talking with the girls, two more had even joined the party. He was staring at her.

“Emma.” The voice said.

Emma smiled, it was Clem.

“Hey Clem, I was about calling now. Are you done with class?” She asked, walking towards the entrance of her class.

“Yes. Should I come and pick you?” He asked over the phone.

“Yes..” Emma said, as she strolled out of the class, not taking a backward glance at Derek and his minions for once.

If she had, she would have seen the strong look of hurt and anger on his face.