THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma smirked as she watched Prescott and Leila walk into the room.

For a minute while running out of the room, she had thought that the squirrel would have thrown her across the wall like he had done to Daniel last night.

But he hadn’t, or he couldn’t.

She wasn’t sure again.

The elf had said that she had outran his missiles.

Perhaps, she had outran Prescott’s too.

“I didn’t throw any.” She heard Prescott mutter in her mind.

“Whatever.” She replied, exchanging wry glances with them, before the former walked to seats opposite to hers and sat down.

“Good morning, my Queen.” Leila and Prescott greeted together after taking their seats.

“Good morning.” Zipfara replied.

“Hope y’all slept well?” She inquired, smiling at the squirrel which was bobbing his head.

“Yes, we did.” Leila replied, with a smile before returning her gaze back to Emma. Oh what a scornful gaze that was!

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“Emma, tell me about your dreams then.” Zipfara requested, broaching the issue they had been talking about before the duo had come in, dragging all their attention back to the matter on ground.

But before Emma could let out the contents of her dream which she had decided to talk about, knowing that the queen might have a better explanation to them all, a group of people walked into the room.

The elders. She thought, as she clamped her mouth shut.

There was no way she was talking about any dream, with these people here, especially the haughty woman from yesterday who was scowling at her at the moment.

She could deal with Leila, but not them.

She didn’t even know anything about them, except they were some kind of elders.

‘Good mornings’ greetings went on around her, as she just sat still on her seat, without speaking a word, ignoring the scowls she was getting from the woman and some others.

They could scowl at her all they want, she didn’t care!

The only thing that caused a significant change in her posture was when she saw Daniel walk into the room with some other guys.

What’s with this part of England and handsome dudes? She thought, a faux frown on her face as she checked out the guys that were numbering like seven. She wondered, though, what they were doing here. Were they part of the elders forum?

When Daniel’s gaze met hers, she snorted and turned away, ignoring the looks she garnered by that one act.

The greetings went round again, and she pressed her thumb and index finger into the hollow corners of her eyes.

She was getting impatient.

“Thank you all for honoring this call….” She heard Zipfarah begin the welcome address, and sighed. Was all these necessary?

“….. I believe some of you have met my new guest, Emma.” Zipfara landed with the address, and the woman from yesterday scoffed.

“Of course, we have. The disrespectful brute. Who is she even, and why is she here? Of what importance is this mere human to us? The latter rudely asked.

Emma cackling in laughter, sneered at the woman before Zipfarah could intervene, causing the rest of the elders to balk in surprise and anger.

What impunity and disregard! They must have thought.

But Emma was less concerned about that, for in the next minute, she was dishing to the woman her own plate of insult, ignoring Prescott’s plea to overlook the woman and Daniel’s pleading eyes.

The latter knew what she was capable of.

After all, they had attended high school together. He had been her best friend before June. And when June had come around, he had elevated to a boyfriend status, a month before disappearing.

She still loathed him for that.

“Hey old hag, don’t you open your toothless mouth talking about nothing you don’t know about. Or else, you might cause me to act in a very wonderful way.” She said, smirking again as she heard the gasps in the room.

Oh, she could tell what they thought about her.

She was reading their minds, after all.

And she could tell that they didn’t like her. If anything, they wanted her out of the community.

So why did Zipfara bring her here?

From her readings, the latter hadn’t told the fucking elders about her coming.

“Emma…” She heard Zipfarah call her, and sighed.

The woman always had a way of getting to her, and she didn’t know why.

“She started it.” She said, knowing what the queen was about to request from her next.

“I know. But I am actually the one at fault. I should have told them about you. At least then, they would have accepted you more properly.” Zipfarah replied, a sad look on her face.

“And who is she? Who is this… this..” An aged man with white long hair and beards asked, whilst looking for the right adjective to classify Emma, without upsetting her enough to cuss at him.

“She is the fulfilment of the prophecy.” Zipfarah stated, looking each and everyone in the room in the eye, stamping the seriousness and truth of the issue.

***

“Give me the good news already. It’s almost time to go.” Leonarya said, washing her hands in a black basin of water.

She was dressed in a black overflowing gown that was decorated with black gemstones. Subtle, but still beautiful.

“They are nowhere to be found.” Kyran muttered, his head hung low.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She asked calmly, holding herself from hitting her guard’s head with the basin.

“They aren’t back yet. I think… I think…” Kyran stuttered, afraid of what his statement would mean for him.

“You think what?!” Leonarya screamed, pushing the basin of water to the ground, unable to contain her anger again.

“I think that they have been captured by the queen.” Kyran replied, wincing in pain the next minute, as his cheek burned.

Leonarya had slapped him!

“Don’t call anyone a queen. I am your only queen.” She said, before ordering him to get out.