THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION의 모든 챕터: 챕터 521 - 챕터 530

At Esther’s new residence:“Come on! Give me your best shot, mage!” The words were all scrambled coming from the vampirish Lekan, and Freya clucked her teeth in disgust. She hated fighting vampires. Without much ado, she released a bout of freezing air, and darts of ice to the vampire that is Lekan, knowing that these species hated extreme temperatures; extreme heat, extreme cold. She watched, more of analyzing, than jubilating, when Leekan gnashed his leftover blackened teeth which were crawling with maggots. He really took up the whole features; a complete shift. Freya noted it somewhere in her mind to let Aiden and the others know. She wondered where the maggots would go when he shifted back to his normal self. Do they stay in his belly? She shuddered at the insane thought, but she wouldn’t put anything past science and magic. Obviously, there was the work of a mage in this, but she didn’t think that it was Leonarya. Yes, her false mother was a black magician, but there were lev

Curtis restricted and reformed the outburst of his emotions to that which would look like he wasn’t working with the Blue Moon’s pack. He allowed his face to contort in slight fury and then curiosity, in just the right amounts that would propel his father to explain himself, and not doubt that he was still on the latter side. “I know. I know that you are angry. But I had my reasons. The alliance is just for the good of the pack.” Just like you had when you had caused our separation from Uncle Peter? Then, Curtis had been actually happy for the separation, happy to be away from his perfect cousin. Although he had wished for less bloodshed, he had aligned with his father’s statement then; that peace usually came after a war. And for some years he had been living with that delusion until now. Until he discovered that his father was just a power hungry ruler. Yet he piqued his right eyebrow, in a way that suggested that he was ready to listen. He was actually curious to see what his

Emma was dreaming. There was blood, a river of it running. There was pain, a sea she was floating in. Would it never end? A thousand cuts, burns, the taunting laughter telling him it would go on for all eternity. She could not believe she was so helpless, could not believe her incredible power and strength had been drained from her, leaving her reduced to such a pitiful state. She sent mental call after call out into the night; none of her kind came to help her. The agony continued, and went on relentlessly. Where were they? Her kin? Her friends? Why wouldn't they come to her and end this? Had it been a conspiracy? Had they deliberately left her to these butchers who wielded their knives and torches with such delight? It had been someone she knew who had betrayed her, but the memory was curiously fading, obscured by endless pain.Her tormentors had somehow managed to capture her, paralyze her so that she could feel yet not move, not even her vocal cords. She was totally helpless,

Emma found herself admiring the stranger’s brain, her thinking patterns, the way she focused wholly on her work.The latter was researching a disease, seemed obsessed with finding a cure. Perhaps that was why she often found her in the dimly lit room, covered in blood, her hands buried deep within a body. She was conducting experiments. It didn't excuse the abomination of what she was, but Emma could admire her single-minded purpose. She was able to put aside her need for sleep, for sustenance, for long periods. She felt her need, but she concentrated so wholly on what she was doing, she didn't seem to recognize her body's cries for normal care.And she was everything to her. Her Savior. Her tormentor. Without her presence, without touching her mind, Emma would have been completely insane, and she knew it. The lady unwittingly shared her strange life with her, gave her something to concentrate on, a companionship of sorts. In a way it was ironic. She thought her locked underground.

Yodah wondered how he could zoom out of the room without being conspicuous when he saw Eva slither out of Maya’s hold and walked out of the sitting room. Fayot had been released to an anxious Lent, and Peter had announced to the pack that the former wasn’t a traitor, just a misguided fellow that had been under the control of the evil Legardo. This was to prevent a jungle justice on the young man who had been implanted in the bad graces of the pack members. Anthony had left too to work on the alliances with the neighboring packs. Melvina and Sheila were in the kitchen, probably reuniting and burying the hatchet. Agrip had left to his books, and Ava had followed him to help with the research. Yet no one took cognizance of Eva who had left still scratching his hands.Yodah turned sharply to Freya when he perceived the claw of an intruder in his head. Get out of my mind, Freya. I don’t want Aiden coming for my head. He watched as Freya held back a snort. He knew by the tug at the