THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma dropped down on her bed with her legs dangling in the air. She jerked up her head in a second, when she heard the abrupt knock on the door.

Derek! She thought, getting angry again. She wondered if his love was also a lie. She wondered what was really going on. She wondered if it was okay to inform her sister about the latest happenings in her life; she was getting overwhelmed already.

The knock came again, snapping her out of her thoughts. She grudgingly stood up from the bed, before trudging towards the door, hissing on the way.

“Hey.” Derek called, as she opened the door. His hands were holding a tray of food, and his face was brightened by his signature smile. His smile always implanted on his lips whenever they were alone, was starting already to do it’s unique wonders on her body.

No! She screamed in her head. She needed to concentrate and focus on more important issues. His smile was distracting enough, and a wonderful shield for his lies.

“Hey. Come in.” She muttered, putting up a faux smile, when all she wanted to do at the moment, was to give him a face tearing slap.

Derek smiled more widely, before walking past her to her dressing table. He paused for a bit, as he got to the dressing table, his eyes darting around the room suspiciously, before dropping the tray of food on the table.

“Why are you looking around?” She asked, closing the door, and turning around to face him.

“Nothing really. Just checking to see if there was anything we had left undone or uncleaned.” He answered, still looking around. He had actually felt a presence or its remains, when he had walked into the room, something he hadn’t felt before, earlier in the night. Was it his imagination or what? He thought, glancing at the window in the room. It was locked.

“Oh, I see.” Emma stated, preventing herself from scoffing. Another branch of lie. She had thought, before walking up to the dressing table. She opened the dish, and smiled unconsciously, when the aroma of the meal hit her nostrils. She had to admit; her boyfriend was a great cook.

“Did you miss me while I was gone? I had hurried up the cooking, wanting to be close to you.” Derek said, circling her waist with his hand, from behind her.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Emma almost snorted at his statement, even though she already felt jittery like jelly as his hands had circled her waist. Why was she so weak to his touch? She cussed in her mind, as she covered the dish back.

“Yeah, I did. Had almost come to meet you in the kitchen.” She replied, deciding to play along; deciding to play the dumb girlfriend until she would get all the facts straight. There were a lot of things she still didn’t understand. She had to lay low for now.

“Oh, that’s sweet. I missed you too. The ten minutes I spent in the kitchen without you, was like eternity.” Derek murmured, biting her earlobe, to which she sighed deeply, before his statement sank deeply into her brain. Ten minutes!! She had been with the witch for hours, or so she had thought.

“Ten minutes..??” She asked, coughing alongside the question, a fake cough, not wanting to give away any information through her behavioral expression.

” Yeah, it seemed more to you, right?” He asked, dropping a soft kiss on her neck, while sneaking his hand through her shirt, to her naked belly.

It reminded Emma of their make out in the forest, and she got hot and bothered, just by thinking about it.

” Yeah.” She stated, before gently removing his hand from her belly. She turned in his arms, now face to face with him, staring at him keenly; thinking whether this was the right time to ask the question that was bugging her mind.

Derek took advantage of her new positioning, by dropping a soft kiss on her lips, his hand tightening on her waist.

“I love you.” He said, after coming up from it, caressing her cheeks tenderly with his thumbs.

“I love you too.” Emma replied, knowing that even with having the knowledge that he had been lying to her, that she still loved him, very much, more than she ever loved anybody, and it scared her. This fact that he could easily break her if he wanted.

Her reply seemed to have gave Derek a go ahead to continue his romantic tactics on her. He dropped his soft lips on hers again, playing slowly with it, his hand sneaking through her the edge of her blouse to her bare back, drawing circles on her smooth soft skin.

And she loved it. She wanted more.

And when he sought for an entry into the world of her mouth, she let him in, throwing her arms around his neck, her hand sinking into the sickness of his black long hair.

“Emma..” She heard him groan out, as she slid her right hand down to his groin area, palming her hands against the bulge that was evident there. She moved her hand up and down, still palming the budge, his groans like music to her ears; until of a sudden, she stopped, and backed away from the cocoon of his hug and romance.

“Emma..” Derek called, not happy that she had left him hanging again. He wasn’t sure his wolf could take much of these teasings again.

“Why did you stop? What is wrong?” He asked, drawing closer to her, trying to hold her by the hand, but she swatted his hands, backing further away from him.

“Emma..” He called again, getting fustrated about the recent turn of events.

“Who are you?” Emma asked, folding her arms across her chest, while staring at him defiantly, even though a part of her felt like jumping on him, and continuing what she had abruptly stopped.

Derek’s eyes widened as he heard the question. What was his little witch thinking about now? He thought, his thoughts running tro and fro. Where was the question coming from?

“Babe, what is that supposed to mean? We’ve been together for more than two weeks now; and you still ask me who I am?” He asked feigning anger.

“I’m sorry.” Emma replied. ” It must be the tiredness.” She added, her mood changing entirely. She felt like slapping him again.

“It’s alright baby. I understand.” He replied, drawing her closer to him, by his hand.

“But is there anything you are not telling me?” Emma asked, opening up a chance again for him to tell her the truth.

“No. There are no secrets between us.” He answered, wanting to kiss her lips, but she dodged it.

“Babe..” He called, trying to hold her back as she attempted to break away from his hug.

“I’m hungry. I need to eat.” She stated, finally freeing herself from his hold.

“And I think someone is knocking. You should go, check it out.” She added, taking a seat on the dressing chair.