THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Watching Emmma disappear without her saying something to him or even looking in his direction broke Daniel’s heart. He was beginning to regret his folly some months ago. Why had he left without telling her about him? Yeah, he had been trying to leave her off the hook of who he really was, but was the benefit now? What was the essence of the whole secrecy? She still found out about who and what he was, and worse, she hadn’t heard it from his own mouth. Hearing it from his own mouth would have lessened the punishment; there he would have the opportunity to apologize properly.

Now, he had nothing. He didn’t have her trust or her person. He wondered if she would ever forgive him.

Damn him! He thought, remembering the first time they had met, or rather, how he had come to know about her.

It had all started with his grandmother’s call, a year ago. Damon was out of the state for a mission, schooling wherever he was too-they had always changed schools a lot whilst growing up, and it had been fun, rather than tiring.

When he had answered her call, he had found out that the mission was to check in and spy on a human girl.

At first, he had been annoyed, a little jealous that his twin had access to more important jobs, while he only got to do the remaining unimportant jobs. He had thought to refuse, but then had canceled that thought for he couldn’t disobey his grandmother, the queen, who had been there for them ever since his mother had died.

And so, he had agreed reluctantly, not questioning her why their concern was a human girl. He didn’t call into books thea bsurd nature of the mission.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

When he had gotten to the location of his mission, Florida; he had stayed with a witch couple who had acted as his parents all through his stay in the American state. Then he had started schooling at the girl’s school. He had her picture and name already, Emma.

Emma had been saucy, a bit proud, very intelligent, and very beautiful. That had been his deduction on the first day watching her zoom in and out of class alone. She also didn’t have any friends, just acquaintances-people who admired her, people whom she tutored, people whom she went to parties with, but she hadn’t had a friend. That had been when the idea had formed in his mind, the idea that he should be her friend. He had followed through with that idea which he had thought would make his mission easier. What better way to spy on someone than to be the person’s friend? If only he had known then that the same reason would be what would cause a large demarcation between them.

So, for two more days he had watched her, taking in her likes and dislikes, and knowing about her sister and family from following her home(from a distance though.) And after he had gotten the amount of information which he had considered satisfactory, he had approached her cunnily, not as a friend but as a dummy.

Their math professor had made some provisions for students who had always scored lower than a C; he had connected them to the more brilliant ones. And since he had come after the law had been made, he had gotten the opportunity to choose whomever he had wanted to tutor him, and of course, he had chosen Emma; and she had chosen the library as their meeting point.

Things had been smooth between them as the mentor-mentee relationship grew, until that fateful day when Emma had gotten a call that her mother had been admitted at the hospital. She had been a victim of a fire incident. Their classes had been disrupted and canceled that day, as she had left the meeting, without even apologizing, but he had been unfazed by that, rather he had followed her, despite her protests. That had been the start of something a little higher than the mentor-mentee relationship, but they hadn’t been friends yet. He hadn’t thought that they were, he had believed that she had just seen him as a good and caring student that she was tutoring, at most an acquaintance, nothing more; and he wasn’t satisfied with that.

After some days, her mother had been discharged from the hospital, and she had chosen to take the responsibility of taking care of her, and so, the tutoring session had been moved to her house since it had been an hour, at most two, after school hours. So, he had gotten to walk her home after school, and still stay with her for two more hours. But she had still been closed off to him, until one fateful day.

He had forgotten to disassociate his old math books(from his former school) and the current ones, after comparing and studying with them one night during the school season; and so, in the morning, he had packed the whole stuff inside his bag, and had ran off to school, taking the taxi as he had been late. After the classes as usual, he had walked her home and then the tutoring sessions had begun. But mid-way into the session, he had left the meeting to answer a call from his ‘foster dad'(the latter had called him with news from his grandmother-she had wanted to know how he had been coping over there and how the mission had been going.).

Then when he had returned, he had found Emma in possession of his old math note, her eyes tinged with surprise and anger. Oh, he had seen the anger flare in her eyes, especially when she had found out that he had returned from answering the call.

“You. said. you. were. a. dummy.” Every word had been punctuated with disbelief and anger.

For a minute or two, he had been speechless, seeing that his plan had fallen by the wayside. It was then that another strategy had filtered into his mind. A truth this time around, but one with an ulterior motive.