All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: Chapter 601 - Chapter 610

Emma sighed, both in relief and out of weariness, when Amelia slumped to the ground in front of her. Finally. She mused. Inhaling deeply for strength, she squatted, and touched her sister’s forehead with her right palm. The latter’s temperature was warm; just the right amount. She also perused the latter’s mind repeatedly, to see if there was any other sliver in her mind, or in any part of her body. She let herself fall to the ground when she saw nothing of that sort in her mind. Amelia was finally free from the hold of the mage. Emma, her eyes scanning the skies above, let out a large gush of air from her mouth. Then, she took a deep one, rubbing her belly slowly. She was hungry. Very hungry. She was tired too. She needed to rest, and she would have if she didn’t hear Prescott’s sudden gasp of terror. It was then that Emma remembered the wall of fire around them. She hadn’t put it out yet! She hoped that it hadn’t done harm to an overzealous Prescott.Immediately, she got to her

Emma, still in her wolf form, perused the woman standing at akimbo, watching her with suspicious eyes. The woman was beautiful, interesting with that eyes of hers. Eyes of an eagle. She must be a gatekeeper then.That thought resonated true in Emma’s being. This was the gatekeeper of the academy. She gently turned, such that her face was now looking at the woman directly. Stern. That would be another adjective for the gatekeeper. Emma thought, knowing that the woman had seen her, maybe since she had entered the forest.“What is your name? State your business.”Emma shifted on her paws. Could her wolf talk out loud? She needed to shift. But she came with no clothes. Walking around naked wasn’t appealing with her. She had to communicate with the woman in some other way. Emma made a quick decision as soon as a certain idea dropped in her mind. She lowered herself onto the ground, gently allowing her unconscious friends to slide off her back and onto the cool stones of the courtyard. Wi

Incessant knocking woke Emma up from one of the most peaceful sleeps she has ever enjoyed; a reprieve from the rough ones plagued with weird dreams she has been having these past two weeks. Dreams that she never understood, or even remembered afterward. "Who is there?!" She shouted from the bed, when the knock dropped again, to prevent the knocker from breaking down the fine doors that protected the entrance of her room. Couldn’t they let her be in peace for a whole week? She has suffered in this short life of hers! Even though she was aware now of the responsibility on her shoulders, she would have preferred quality food and sleep over trainings."It's Gira. You have a meeting with the council now." Gira. That was the name of the lady that had led her to the suite, that had promised to take care of Prescott with utmost care. Emma sat up on the bed grudgingly, and looked around her room with groggy eyes. She sighed wearily when her eyes found a clock, at a bend in her suite. The

Adah. Emma took note of the name, took note of the voice of the female that seemed to be the only one on her side, just as she took note of the names of the professors. Quinn and Brooks. All that left now was to know which name belonged to the male with gray eyes or the one with black eyes; both who were still glaring at her in all incredulity. She also noticed that Gira, who had chosen to leave earlier, had now taken a stance a few feet away from her, to watch the show, and maybe give a report to Prince Shiloh. Why wasn't he the king? She wondered. She had called him King af first, because his aura had shown him to be that; a ruler of all. So, why wasn’t he one? Or was there someone else higher than him? His father? Emma shook her head. It didn’t seem so. Or was ‘Prince’ just the tag they had chosen for a ruler of the community? Did the word ‘King’ translate to a dictator in their dictionary? Emma forwent these mundane thoughts though, when the male with grey eyes, the most da

Freya and Lucille lounged in Freya's room, the remnants of their training session evident in their relaxed yet slightly weary postures. They huddled together, glancing at Freya's phone with hesitant expressions, silently debating whether to disobey their mother's order to call their sister Emma first.Lucille had been the one to see the message at first. Due to Derek’s comatose state and her role in it, she had been unable to sleep—she had kept turning and tossing on her own bed. And unable to take it anymore, and not wanting to disturb her mate whose sleep was to too necessity to be ignored, she had crept into Freya’s room, to sleep with her sister.Freya had awoken once Lucille’s foot had gone past the doorpost of the unlocked door. And though Freya was shocked to see Lucille in her room by that hour, she had welcomed the latter with open arms. They had cuddled themselves, about to return to sleep, when the phone had dinged. Freya hadn’t cared for it, wanting to return to sleep, bu