All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

"He still didn't open the door right?" Melvina asked Anthony who was resting his back on the wall of the kitchen. By both of his sides were the other guys. Leo was with them now. He had joined them in the passageway when the had gone to check on Derek, and tell him the recent news about Claire and Curtis. But their newest Alpha hadn't opened the door. They had sauntered to the kitchen after that. Melvina was preparing some meal for lunch. And the girls weren't back yet."No, he didn't. I'm thinking of breaking down the door. We can always put up a new one later." Anthony cited, and Melvina shook her head."That won't be a good idea. Trust me. I think we should give him more time. Losing his mate is taking a toll on him. It wouldn't be easy." She stated, even as she stirred the yet to be meal in the pot."True though. Has anyone seen Esther?" Leo asked, thinning his eyebrows. He had been trying to get a hand on the witch, but it seemed that she didn't want to be found. He hadn't seen h

"Have you booked the flight yet?" Freya asked Emma and she nodded, her eyes unable to stop themselves from landing on Eva who was still sulking after she had learnt that she was travelling back home tomorrow morning."She really likes you. And she is going to miss you too." Freya said, following the train of Emma's eyes.Emma sighed, and looked away. She will miss the little angel too. But what could she do? She could never stay here. After all they had banished her from the community, so she couldn't even stay here. Her house was somehow included in the pack's territory, and she was beginning to wonder how and why. According to Maya, humans never lived here, and were never allowed to buy houses here. So, how had her father gotten this apartment? Maya had also mentioned the beautiful woman that had always lived here, Sheila. She remembered that the name was just the same name that Melvina had called on that first day that they had met. Maya and Melvina had both said that the woman loo

Kane heard his brother and his lifemate whispering right above him. They were a bit worried about his still sleepy state.But he has already woken up. It was just that his mind was in a bit of turmoil concerning the dream he had just had.A dream that when he had woken up, had his heart pounding so fast, with bloodred tears streaking his face and grief overwhelming him. He replayed the dream in his mind again.The Dream ( in present tense):A woman's despairing cry echoed in his soul, tearing at him, reprimanding him, drawing him back from the edge of a great precipice. And he was starving. Every cell in his body craved blood. He was somewhere, underground. The hunger raked at him with merciless claws until a red haze covered his sight and his pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, he scanned the area above his resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, his heart thundering in his ears,

Around Kane, the wailing grew louder, but the shadows began to leach form and color from the faces. Several women pushed at their clothing and murmured invitations to him. He scowled at them. "I have no need nor want of your charms." He rasped out."Feel. Feel. Touch me and you will feel again. My skin is soft. lean bring you all the way to heaven. You have only to give me your body one time and I will give you the blood you crave." The women chanted. Shadows moved all around him and the women came out of the vines and leaves, burst through the earth itself and reached for him, smiling seductively. He . . .felt revulsion and bared his teeth, shaking his head. "I would never betray her." He said it aloud. "I would rather die of slow starvation." He said it in a low snarl, a growl of warning rumbling in his throat. Meaning it. "That death will take centuries." The voices weren't so seductive now, more desperate and whining, more frantic than accusing. "So be it. I will not betray

The temptation made hunger grow until he couldn't think beyond the red haze in his mind. "Look at yourself, brother, look at your face." He found himself on the ground, on his hands and knees, as if they'd shoved him, but he never felt the push. He stared into the shimmering pond of water stretching before him. The skin on his face was pulled tightly over his bones. His mouth was wide in protest and not only his incisors but also his canines were long and sharp in anticipation. He heard a heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Beckoning. Calling. His mouth watered. He was desperate-so hungry there was nothing to do but hunt. He had to find prey. Had to bite into a soft, warm neck so that the hot blood would burst into his mouth, fill every cell, wash through his organs and tissues and feed the tremendous strength and power of his kind. He could think of nothing else but the terrible swell of hunger, rising like a tide to consume him. The heartbeat grew louder, and he slowly turned his head a