All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Emma watched as the woman who could be around thirty years of age, approached her steadily.( well, she couldn't be sure since Zipfarah who seemed to be middle aged, was already a grandmother)Already she could hear Prescott's 'what is the woman up to?' in her mind. She couldn't help but reason in the same way too.With her face scrunched in scrutiny, she drew back on her chair a bit, as the woman came to stand right beside her, staring down at her with dark brown eyes."What are you doing?" She shrieked the next second, as she felt the woman's hand at the helm of her top.She instantly held down the woman's hand, before turning to stare at Zipfarah who wasn't looking at her, but at the woman, her smile gone."What are you doing, Shitta?" Zipfarah asked."The symbol. The symbol that marks out the prophecy should be etched on her back." The woman, Shitta, replied."And you didn't think it wise to tell me first, before touching her without her will or my permission?" Zipfara inquired, an

Emma couldn't describe her feelings at the moment. On one hand, she was relieved that she wasn't their prophecy, on the other hand she was a bit disappointed, just a tiny bit. For some minutes there, she had almost believed the Queen."Are you sure?" She heard her ask Lily.The latter nodded, before settling in properly in her seat.Her face was sullen.Emma felt a bit sad for disappointing them, seeing the sullen looks which were also plastered on the faces of even the elders.But was the prophecy that important?She thought everyone possessed the ability to decide the particular fate he or she wants, community included, not minding some foretelling shit."Well, I'm not surprised." The rude elder started again.Emma felt like bashing her face on the table.What the hell was wrong with the woman?"Shut up Venete." Zipfarah commanded, obviously annoyed too at the woman."I'm sorry, my Queen." The woman, Venete, apologized in a low voice that surprised even Emma, with a bow."Emma, come

Emma kept hitting at the walls, tears slipping from her eyes, ignoring Prescott's words that her efforts were in vain. According to him, the walls couldn't be broken down. When she looked and noticed that the elders were laughing at her, and the boys were now approaching her again, her anger knew no limits. It burned and kindled as memories blinded and subdued her mind.The acts of the elders especially brought up her timid days to her, days she had thought she had forgotten totally, days when she had been a nerd, days when she had been bullied.Their laughters resonated with the laughters of Karen and her clique who had made it a point of duty to bully her every minute of her life in school, and her eating habits hadn't helped it either.She remembered the taunts and the beatings, the pranks and the false reports, her slavery and the abuse of her knowledge - at that time the group had always loaded her with their assignments, promising hell and thunder if she had ever dared to retu

"Hello Damon..." Emma greeted sarcastically, hands akimbo, aware but not bothered of the bewildered glances they were receiving from the occupants of the room. She knew what was going on in their mind already. They were confused on how she had come to meet and know of the two brothers. She could hear Prescott in her mind; he wanted to know how she had met the stronger twin. She could also feel Daniel's heated gaze on her. For a second, she had contemplated sticking around for some minutes and fawning over Damon, to irk the life out of Daniel, but abandoned the idea, when she remembered that Derek was in danger. "You guys know each other already?" Zipfarah asked, darting her eyes from Emma to Damon. She had been surprised too. Had he met her during the mission? She hoped that nothing had transpired between them romantically. She wasn't ready to have another family war on her hands. She wasn't ready at all for history to be repeated for she had already known that Daniel liked the

Emma breathed out heavily in relief, reclining her head at her bed's board, as Prescott communicated to her that the queen was out of the clutches of death. Now she could leave, without feeling weird about doing so.She had been scared out of her wits when the Queen had slumped to the floor after dismissing the council. She remembered the shouts and gasps from the council. It had been a flood of movements after that. The boys carrying the queen to her chambers, the elders moving in, calling out to the healer in the community, an aged woman who had been dressed in just a light wrapper, knotted at her shoulders. The twin sisters had been in a daze, tears slipping off their eyes which they hadn't bothered to wipe off, the twin brothers had been pacing up and down the room, Damon especially, had cursed at intervals, promising hail and thunder on Leonarya if anything should happen to his grandmother.She had felt sorry for the family, putting herself in their shoes. She knew she might ha