The Alpha’s Addiction - Chapter 112

Clem tightened his hold on Emma’s legs, even though he actually felt like dropping her on the floor, but for her already weak state, when he saw his soon to be alpha, Derek walk into the room, looking all angry and furious. His angry Alpha was followed by Maya, Shane, and the Luna of their pack, Melvina.

“What is going on here, Clem?” His loud voice boomed again, and Clem could see his twin visibly shaking in dread of what was to come, that he would have loved to tell her ‘I told you so..’, while his mother stared openly at the Luna with contempt; he had never understood his mother’s grievances with Melvina. It was like they were stepsisters at war with themselves, well from his mother’s angle though.

“Emma fainted.” He finally replied, casting furtive glances at his mother and Claire.

“Fainted? How?” Maya asked, not believing Clem’s words, one bit. She could see that Emma was struggling to breath, and her eyelids were shaking intermittently too. It was like she had been suffocated or something else. She casted a glance at Claire; the blondie was twisting and untwisting her fingers in nervousness. Maya knew that something must have happened; something Clem knew about, but was reluctant to say, in a bid to protect his family.

“I don’t know. Just saw her this way.” He said, his eyelids swatting unconsciously which gave him and his lies away to Shane, Maya and Derek; his eyelids always swatted, whenever he lied.

Derek tightened his fists, his nostrils flaring in anger as he caught wind of his beta’s lies.

“Can’t believe my beta is lying to me.” He muttered, through gritted teeth causing Clem to bow his head in shame.

At the party, he had been trying to convince Anthony that Maya had turn a new leaf, especially since his cousin had been hiding from his adopted brother, starting from last night.

When he had gotten to the pack in the morning with his cousin and his little witch, they had been surprised to see Anthony waiting for them at the entrance to the main pack house. And when the latter had seen Maya, he had screeched in anger, startling Emma, before walking towards them in long strides and grasping Maya by the neck when he got to them; for he blamed her for the death of his parents, he blamed her for making him an orphan, for he had always thought that if she hadn’t had played her own significant role in betraying their pack, the war would not have happened.

It had taken a lot of pleading from his side before Anthony had left Maya alone, citing to revisit the issue later, as he had taken notice of Emma, whom he had promised to talk about whenever they would be alone.

It had been while the revisitation of Maya’s issue had been going on, that he had noticed the absence of his little witch, that he had sensed that she was in trouble. He had excused himself from Anthony and his cousin, citing that he had to look for her, of which Maya had requested to follow him since she had been feeling uncomfortable with Anthony’s wary gaze on her  despite his explanations. And while Anthony had been called back to the pack’s conference room by his father, he had gone off with his cousin, to search out his little witch.

He had followed her scent to the hallways in Clem’s house, her state of trouble which he had still perceived, gearing him on. But when he had tried to step into the hallway, his beta had stopped, mentioning the unhappiness of his mother if she ever found them ransacking her house. He had obliged, understanding his statement, and trusting him to bring back his mate whom he was sure was in one of the rooms, while he waited out with his gamma.

But he had waited and waited. And when his cousin and his mother had come looking for him, wanting to take Emma too, he had damned the consequences and entered the hallway, as his wolf, Maru, had been very restless.

And now this. He thought, staring around the room in contempt. He knew that something must have happened here, but first he had to get his little witch out of the hands of his lying beta. He would dish out Clem’s punishment later, surely, but for now his little witch’s state angered him; explanations of how she drowned into this state would come later.

He finally hissed in dwelt anger before walking in steady strides to his beta, his anger giving off scary vibes which caused Claire and her mother to unconsciously back away guiltily, when he walked pass them, not even sparing them a glance.

Not still saying a word, he grabbed his little witch sharply out of his beta’s arms, snarling as he found red marks on her rosy cheeks.

“I thought you said that she had fainted.” He stated, glaring at his beta, and daring him to lie to him again.

“I…..” Clem stuttered, at a loss of what to say.

Derek soughed, while trying to control his anger as he glared at his beta.

“Do you want to be stripped of your betaship?” He asked, still glaring at him. “You know that I can do that, right?” He queried.

“I’m sorry.” Clem muttered, before glaring at his mother and his sister. He didn’t understand why he should take the fall for their mistakes. Since they had bullied Emma even after knowing that she was Derek’s mate, then they should also face the consequences. He thought, making up his mind to let the cat out of the bag.

“I had come to see Claire holding Emma by the neck. I don’t know why or what had prompted her to do so. I had just stopped the assault, and was about carrying her to leave, when you came in.” He replied truthfully, causing Maya, Shane and Melvina to sign; they weren’t surprised, but they hadn’t expected the jealous driven girl to carry out her act on her birthday. Isn’t she supposed to have been concerned about her shift which would be occurring sometime soon, than bullying? Melvina thought, as she looked at Claire and her mother. It was also very clear to her, that the older woman had approved and supported her daughter’s shameless act.

“What did you just say?” Derek asked, his anger increasing by the passing minute. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

But before Clem could conjure up a reply, Maya stepped up to Claire and gave her an ear winding snap, totally neglecting the presence of the blondie’s mother.

“How dare you?” She asked, trying to slap the still shocked Claire again, but she was interrupted by the girl’s mother.

“What are you doing? Why are you slapping my daughter in front of me, because of a shameless human?” She queried hotly, holding tightly Maya’s hand which was hung up in the air.

“Shameless human?” Melvina mentioned, getting angrier all of a sudden. It was high time she dealt with Chyra and her wicked daughter.

But Chyra kept silent, letting go of Maya’s immediately, knowing that a provoked Melvina was a disastrous one.

Melvina stepped into the middle of the room, tired of the whole scuffle, and wanting to put an end to it, while also administering the right punishment to the right people. She was the Luna of the pack after all. But first, she had to know why they were bullying Emma.

“Claire..” She called, casting a long, annoyed glance on Chyra’s daughter.

“Yes Luna.” Claire replied her, a little bit nervous of what the Luna was about to say. She didn’t regret her actions actually, in fact, she was still conniving in her head about the next action to take concerning the human; she only regretted the wrong time. She shouldn’t have done it today. She thought, as she had already started to feel the pain pangs rack her body. It was time to leave here to the outskirts of the pack, with her twin, so that they could go through the painful process.

“Why were you bullying Emma?” Melvina asked.

“She was snooping around the rooms. And when I saw her checking through Clem’s things, I got angry and slapped her.” Claire replied her, her head bowed down in respect and submission.

At his sister’s statement, Clem took few seconds to look around his room for the first time since he had stepped into it today. And he noticed that his drawings had been strewn about, including the one that he had hidden under his bed. His anger arose as he saw the box which he had slided them in, out in the open air of the room. But he wasn’t sure on who to bestow his anger on; Emma or his twin, who could have brought out his drawings and scattered them just to frame the human. But in all, he hoped that whomever had brought out the drawings under his bed, hadn’t seen them, or else.. he didn’t want to think about the repercussions yet.. There was fire brewing in front of him now; so the effects of the drawings could wait later.