THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

As Emma cleansed her plate with her spoon for the umpteenth time, she gave long hungry looks at Maya’s plate which was still half filled with the food that Melvina had dished for them some minutes ago. A trip of one spoon of the food from her plate to her mouth, had made her gulp in the food in less than ten minutes.

She thought that Melvina should open up an eatery already, of which she, herself, would be the most visiting patroniser. Damn! The meal was out of this world. She thought, as she stared hungrily at Maya’s plate. They were both in the blondie’s room.

“Are you done eating?” She asked Maya, who seemed to be more interested in a novel she was reading than the food she was eating. Emma remembered that the novel was one of her Sydney Sheldon’s collections which the blondie had collected on her last two visits to her house.

“Not yet.” Maya replied, with a smirk, knowing the book was shielding her lips from being seen. She knew that her friend wanted more of her food, but what the redhead didn’t know was that she, herself, had a very large appetite; all werewolves did. So, her sharing her food was a huge no, a risk in itself. But then the human didn’t know that; and for that she decided to taunt her friend with the remaining part of her meal.

“Why are you asking though?” She asked, referring to Emma’s earlier question; her face still buried in the book, her lips curved up in a smirk.

“Nothing really. Just wondering if you were still interested in the food. You looked so involved in the novel you are reading.” Emma replied, finally letting her overly cleansed plate and spoon rest. She had another conquest ahead of her; to have Maya’s meal. She wasn’t sure if there would be a left over in the pot; there were too many people in this house. She thought, remembering the Anthony guy who kept giving her skeptical looks. She knew that he must have been wondering what a commoner was doing in a governor’s residence, or whatever this place was called.

“Yeah, I’m very much interested.” Maya replied, finally dropping the book on the floor. She had been sitting on the floor, near her bed, all this while.

“Oh, okay.” Emma muttered, very much disappointed. Her mouth watered as she watched Maya drown in a spoon of the brain stopping dish.

“Mmmmhmmm” Maya moaned with her eyes closed, shaking her head from her left to her right, as she chewed on the food.

“This is so delicious, Emma. Don’t you think so?” She asked Emma, whose eyes were filled with mock anger, as she now knew what her friend was trying to do, or actually doing. Her conquest was over before it even began. She thought, holding herself from snatching the plate from the ground.

“Yes, it is.” She replied, through gritted it; biting her lips as Maya’s moans came up again and again, as she drowned in spoons of the food.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

She had to get out of this room. She thought. Before she would break someone’s head.

Having decided that, she stood up gingerly from the floor which she had been sitting on, picked up her plate and spoon to from their idle position, before walking out of the room; closing and opening her eyes in embarrassment, as Maya’s laughter followed her out.

She would deal with that blondie soon. She thought, walking towards the kitchen, trying not to hope that there was still a left over in the pot. She didn’t want to have an expectation, which would be crushed.

As she neared the kitchen, she could hear the slight and subtle closing of the pot for some reasons she couldn’t fathom. Ignoring it, she tiptoed into the kitchen, coming to a halt as she saw the Anthony gurbling in food into his mouth with the large cooking spoon.

“What the hell!” She screamed inside her head, becoming a statue when all of a sudden, the handsome man, which Derek had introduced as his older brother, turned sharply to stare at her in shock, the spoon dropping from his hand and making a clanging sound on the floor.

“Oh, don’t tell me I said that out aloud.” Emma muttered, embarrassment coating her countenance. But it seemed the caught-in-the-act Anthony was more embarrassed.

He finally got out of his shock, and then he bent down to pick up the spoon which had fallen to the ground, as he had heard the redhead say ‘what the hell’. He beat up himself mentally for making a fool of himself in a front of a human, cursing his gluttony for making him look like a thief before the redhead, as he kept back the spoon on the pot; all the while trying to regain his composure. He had to walk out of here with his head high.

“You came to drop your plate?” He asked, putting up a faux smile, which instantaneously turned into a genuine one as he saw the redhead smiling at him with knowing eyes. He knew he couldn’t escape this one. What was her name again? He thought, after trying to recall her name, and failed.

“Yep” Emma replied, popping the ‘p’ in the ‘yep’. “I see you came to do the same.” She stated, smiling at the guy in front of her, whom she already felt a kindred spirit with. Well, for one, they both liked Melvina’s food.

“Uhmm, ok.” Anthony stuttered, not knowing what else to say or do. Should he apologise for what she had seen him doing or should he just walk away? He thought, scratching a spot at the base of his neck.

“Heyyy… It’s okay.” Emma said, dropping her plate in the sink, before tapping him slightly on the shoulder, having noticed his current predicament.

“I won’t tell no one.” She promised, before opening the pot of their attraction. “After all, I came here for the same thing.” She stated, before giving him a wink.

“Are you still interested?” She asked, as she scooped a spoonful of the still hot tuna casserole into another plate which she saw on the counter.