All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

There was a deadening silence in the room at Curtis' pronouncement. Clem, for one, was very shocked. His sister had found her mate? How lucky! He thought. So, why had she gone ahead to stay with Derek? Didn't she know of Curtis?"Did you tell her?" Anthony asked, recovering from his own shock. He hadn't seen this piece of news coming. if Curtis was really right, then perhaps, there was at least a way to separate Claire from Derek. That way, there might be hope if Emma sees that Derek is still single. Perhaps, they can tell her the reason for his denial. Perhaps... Anthony sighed, even as he waited on a reply from Curtis. Emma wouldn't make it easy for them. He thought, remembering that she had said that she didn't want to see any of them."Yes, I did..." Curtis muttered, looking crestfallen all of a sudden, an outlook which already told the guys in the room what might have transpired between the duo. Clem broke the haze first."She rejected you??" He asked, the tempo of his voice risi

Lucille's fear for the beautiful man right above her, was being pushed aside by the heated tenderness of his mouth, by the gentleness in his caressing hands. He carelessly shoved the sheet that has been covering her nakedness down, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Hot. He was so hot she could not stand the feel of the thin sheet on her heated hips, twisting around her legs. Her hands were tangled in his thick hair, crushing it in her fingers like so much silk. His shirt was open to his tapered waist, his hard muscles pressing against her soft breasts. The rough, dark hair on his chest rasped erotically over her nipples. A wave of heat heralded a storm of fire, through him, through her. Lucille's hands, of their own accord, pushed his shirt from his wide shoulders. She watched with enormous eyes as he slowly shrugged out of it, his silver gaze holding her gray ones captive. She was drowning in those pale, mesmerizing eyes. Eyes filled with such intensity, with so much hun

Dream continuation: The man stood up and stretched, a lazy ripple of muscles that made her want to claw out his eyes. "It is not your mother. You are mine, Lucille, and it is my duty to protect you in any way I see fit. These vampire friends of Legardo are after something, and I think they are not alone. I believe they have drawn in more of them. I will call out to my twin who is also here in the county, and he is a good hunter, but I think these renegades are following you." He said. He dressed with fluid efficiency and casual grace. "I am not in the habit of explaining myself. I have made a concession to you in doing so. Choose now how you will proceed." He added."I refuse your claim on me," Lucille answered in the only way he allowed her to communicate. "I will take my refusal to our people and plead with them for the mercy you evidently don't have in you. I will not be tied to you! She shrieked. He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glitt

"I had a dream." Lucille started, taking in a deep breath.Sheila sat down beside her on the bed, grasping her right hand in hers, encouraging her to continue."There was this man...I have never seen him before in my entire life. We were..." Lucille paused, not knowing how to say what had happened in the dream. Wouldn't the woman, her mother, think that she was a pervert, perhaps relegating the dream to something that had been born out of her erotic fantasies. She didn't her mother to have such a vile and untrue thought about her, unaware that a blush had coated her cheeks.Sheila, noticing this, smiled, having an idea about what her daughter had wanted to say. The blush was enough evidence."You both were making out, or getting intimate??" She asked, raising her eyebrows at Lucille whose eyes went wide at her question."How...how...did you... know?" Lucille stuttered out, not believing that her mother had been able to read off the answers already."The blush on your cheeks, either ou

Lucille stared at her mother after the latter had proposed to tell a story if she would just calm down, and sighed. She took in a deep breath before sitting down on the bed again, curiosity winning over her unbelief."Okay, I am ready." She said, clutching her palms together, so tightly that they began to sweat. Sheila soughed, and nodded. "Okay, my dear. Here it goes." "I am a werewolf, a hybrid actually. I am a werewolf and a witch." She started, and Lucille shot up from the bed again, her hand to her chest."Stop..." She mentioned. "Stop please..." She pleaded, not wanting the story to be true. She just wanted to be human. What was this all about now?"You are lying..." She said, even her guts believed the words of her mother. This was the truth, nothing else."Lucille, I understand that whatever I am saying now might be too much for you to handle, but I believe that it's necessary for you to know. From the dream you had, it is possible that the time is near. You can't afford to