All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

Margo has never been one to use a cuss word. Trained to be prim and proper, she has never said a cuss word. But seeing Freya heading toward the shadow warriors who were more than eager to meet this beauty who wasn’t afraid of them, hearing what Freya had said, she said ‘Fuck!’ She cursed right before she hurried after Freya, right before she threw a bout of lightning to the shadow warriors to slow them down. A few of the warriors fell, but they rose up again, unscathed, and joined their comrades who were steadily covering the distance between them and Freya. It didn’t do much, but Margo was already with Freya.She held the redhead by the shoulder, and turned the latter to herself. “Fuck!!!” This was muttered this time around with a striking vehemence, accentuated by the speed with which she staggered away from Freya. What the hell! Margo mentally screamed, perusing the girl that was one of the chosen ones.The latter’s eyes were dancing flames. Smoke puffed from her nostrils and

For a full minute Lucille didn’t move or show any indication that the finger of the enemy was against her, was pointing at her. She stood, a blank expression on her face, as Legardo’s finger wavered—her reaction hadn't been what the man had expected—and then fell to his side. She watched him shift on his feet, watched him blankly as he barked out a nervous laughter and said “this one is a strong fellow, Sheila. It makes me wonder how the Emma is, you know the one you stupidly exiled…” Derek had his attention now. But Lucille was perusing the man, surprised at herself that she could read the man’s powers, that she could tell it was mighty. Fayot had been right, this man was no ordinary werewolf—he must have involved himself in something dark and sinister. She cocked her head to the side, and checked the powers on his feet and hands, his powers were in a better ration there than the others. She wondered if he could run as fast as her father or lifemate. When she noticed that Legard

Peter stood between Anthony and Julius, right before a black door, which led to the cave his father had entrusted to him, without any significant reason. Seeing the latest happenings, he couldn’t help but wonder if his old man had foreseen this circumstance.But that wasn’t what was troubling him. For the past fifteen minutes, he had been feeling a strong burden over his heart, like a stone had been placed there. An evil foreboding? Had something happened to the group that had been sent to the Fauger’s pack?At intervals, he had asked Julius for any news from the ancients with the group. At intervals, he had asked Anthony through their mind path, if the latter had gotten anything from Derek. But his adopted son’s answer was just as the same as his. Derek had blocked the mine path. Peter didn’t want to think that something had caused that. He chose to believe that his son had blocked them out, so he could concentrate on battle.Furrows outlined his forehead, when he saw Julius sigh wea

Nathan waited for some minutes after Jan and Claire left the living room, to continue the meeting from where he had stopped. "So, what do we do now? From the attack today, it's obvious that we have to cook up more safeguards. This invariably means we will need the healer here. We will also need some of our people here, as there are over there—to add to the manpower here, while the rest keep our mountains safe. Legardo is unpredictable, so we can't take chances. Please, the floor is open for suggestions. Any one can speak." He relaxed into his chair, after gesturing with his two hands wide open and a bit stretched out, the honesty of his last statement. However, the room remained silent for a while, everyone lost in their thoughts, trying to bring up suggestions for what to do about the recent happenings. Then Kane broke the silence, with a cough, mainly to gather everyone attention again which had shifted to their thoughts again at Nathan's request. "Well, I don't think there i

Emma inhaled deeply, looking at the spot which she thought would be the best for the act she was about to commit now. She looked at her outstretched hands, turned them over and looked at her whitish palms. She wasn't sure what to do, but just like she had traced the mage out of a whim, so she would do this. There was no other choice. She had to find the person that had been trailing them all this while. She wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise, didn’t think her sister or Prescott would either.Letting out a breath of ‘let’s do this', she slowly sat down on the grassy path, an undertone made from Prescott's magic, when he had made a shade for them. Emma was still amazed at the sheer size of the tree at the realness of it. She pondered, as she tried to center herself, if the tree would hold when they left, or disappear into the nothingness it had come from. Deep breath in and out. She commanded her nostrils, crossing her legs on each other, and palming her hands together before her f