All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Melvina gasped, her hand going up to cover her mouth, as she stared at her son in anguish, after Maya had opened the door. She had been sleeping, when she had heard the scream. Instantly, she had woken up, knowing whom the voice had belonged to, and glad that her mate had already awoken. Together they had rushed to Derek's room, only to find Anthony about to step out of it. They had been discussing about the possible location the scream had emanated from, when suddenly they had heard the punches on the wall. Following the noise, it had led them to the room she had put aside for Emma;that had already given her a foreboding of what had been happening. And when Maya had opened the door to them, her eyes shiny with tears, she had known what was happening, but she hadn't been prepared for the sight. There was blood all over his hands, trickling to his arms. But he was still punching at the wall like a blind mad man. She could sense the rage rolling over him. She heard Anthony mutte

A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions. "Who the fuck is that?!!" Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head. The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door. "What the hell! Can't someone sleep in peace for fudge sake?!" She whined, sitting up on the bed angrily, while staring at the door as if she could shoot daggers at it and whomsoever was behind it. "Miss Drackson, are you in there?" She heard a tiny voice ask from behind the door and huffed in annoyance. Glancing, more like glaring at the wall clock in front of her, she took note of the time. 5:45am. It was still early in the morning. She mused. So, why were they calling for her already? For devotion? They would have to drag her out of

Leila?Who is Leila?Emma was about asking the squirrel who the name belonged to, but before she was able to do that, her door burst open.What the hell! She screamed inside her mind. Wasn't there an ounce of privacy in this place? Didn't they respect people's privacy? How can someone just barge inside her room without knocking?She wanted to cuss at whomever was about to pass through her door, but she held her peace, waiting to see the intruder.She raised her eyebrows as she saw a little girl saunter into her room, her eyes shining like torches in the dimly lit room. Another little girl. She thought.When the girl's gaze met the squirrel, she snorted."Ohooo, meet Leila, the feistier of the twin." Prescott muttered. Emma didn't need to ask the squirrel whose twin the girl fitted into. She already knew, by the long straight dark brown hair and eyes which she couldn't determine their color. This girl was the twin to the girl that had come pick her up. This girl was the twin sister to

At Wind Winders Pack, the same time: Curtis was training by himself, pushing up a weight, when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw Penny, the girl whom his cousin had rescued during the problem that had ensued during his birthday. "Hey…What are you doing out here? It's still early." He queried, staring at her all over. She was looking very beautiful as usual, but she wasn't his mate. If he hadn't hung his boots on flirting and sleeping around, he was sure that he would have loved to bed her, but since he turned eighteen, he hasn't been interested in tasting any girl who wasn't his mate, to the annoyance of the girls in his pack. He was very handsome, and a lot wanted a taste of him, before their mates came along. He also wasn't interested in her, because he didn't really know her. For some reason, she had refused to go back to her pack, and his father had allowed it. He had suspected foul play, but that had shimmered away, when he saw that the girl was gentle an

Emma stretched on her bed as she opened her eyes for the second time. Raising up her head from the pillow, she checked out the time on the wall clock. 11:25am. Wow! She had slept for more than four hours in the morning, without disturbance. What a rare gift. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept that freely. Sitting up on the bed, she saw a tray of food on the table. She almost made a purring sound to relate her feeling of satisfaction and happiness. She wished she could wake up this way every day. No alarms, no interruptions. Quickly abandoning the sheets, she walked to the table. A normal breakfast. Tea and bread with jam. Not bad. She mumbled, even as she thought of and hungered after Melvina's pancakes. She shrugged, choosing to make do with what she was given, as she picked a slice of bread and took a bite. "You haven't brushed your teeth. That's bad. Tsk Tsk." A deep voice said, and she dropped the bread in her hands, obviously startled. Swivelling around