All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"The skies had been dark…" Emma started, then paused, her earlier resolve about to weaken. She still thought that the dream wasn't shapeless, void and stupid. But then she had seen things recently that would make her dreams a bit not far from comparison. "Yes, continue." Melvina said, squeezing her hands again, reassuring her that it was okay to just talk. "The skies had been dark, and I had seen some animals fighting." Emma stated, darting her eyes from Melvina to her husband, to know what they already thought of the part of the dream she had just mentioned. But their faces were blank, as if she hadn't even said anything. That was a boost. She would just rattle the dream and be off to bed, at least to relish in the bed sheets for an hour or two, before daybreak. She was sure that the time would be between 1am to 3am. "Animals? What kind of animals?" Alpha Peter asked, interrupting her thought

Alpha Peter blanched as he looked on the human who was still shivering out of fear for a painting that had been in the sitting room for more than five years now. A painting that has been admired by all and sundry. And now the painting was moving?? He mused. He thought that he had seen it all from the human, but alas, this particular one was a new vogue in town or whatever his mind was trying to tell him. But he was sure that her dreams were not just nightmares but a premonition of what was to happen, he believed that quite alright, but not this one. He didn't think she was telling the truth. How can the drawn moon goddess move? Next, she would say that it was talking. And so, in a bid to prove the human wrong and her thoughts fallible, he threw a glance, sceptically still, at the only painting in the room, only to find out that the woman in the painting was just as the same as she had always been, graceful, peaceful, elegant and inspiring. He clucked his tongue,

The sound of birds chirping in the surroundings woke Emma up for the first time from her deep slumber. She stretched lazily on the comfy bed, her hands and legs spreading to the whole directions of the bed; north, south, east and west, as she took in a deep breath, before opening her eyes fully. "Wheew…" She breathed out, turning her head from side to side, taking in her surroundings. Obviously, she was still in Maya's room. "Where did she go?" She asked to no one in particular, but referring to Maya. She sat up on the bed gingerly, holding her head suddenly as she felt a sharp throb on her head. She winced again, and again as the pains came in quick successions causing her to gasp. Had she hit her head on somewhere? She thought, as she tried to remember whatever might have been the cause of this discomfort. But nothing came up. The only thing that rang up in her mind was the conversation had

Derek nodded at his uncle's greeting with his face totally blank of any emotion. He didn't want to let out that he felt like ripping the older man's lips which he had used to laugh evilly at him, especially for sending his cousin after him, to spy on him. He just kept mute, while staring at the place which had been his home at one time, before the world had fallen. He watched as his cousin answered questions about his pack and all the things that had been happening there, as if he was absent, as if he wasn't there. He wondered why all the questions and its necessity to the betterment of his uncle's pack. The older man didn't even ask about his cousin had been faring. But he pretended like he didn't notice. He just looked around the sitting room, the faded paintings, the rusty sculptures, and the worn out furniture, not really thrift worthy, but still a bit worn out. He wondered why it was this way. Why his uncle hadn't been able to keep up and maintain the pack

Maya quickened her steps, hurrying to get to the kitchen faster, as her stomach grumbled more loudly. She knew that her cousin would be going through the same too; they needed to eat, after the long journey. She also knew not to wory about those that had come with them; they would be with their respective families, who would be rejoicing and welcoming them with all happiness. Unlike her. She hadn't really been surprised by the type of welcome she had received from her family, her father to be precise. The man seemed to have gotten more hostile, and had taken along her brother with him. She feared for her little brother. She prayed he wouldn't turn out to be like their father. She wondered what he would think or say, when he finds out about the witch's potion that their father had given her to drink. She didn't think he would be happy about it though; he might go beserk with anger. She thought. Perhaps, she should tell him, so that he would be careful around thei