บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: บทที่ 341 - บทที่ 350

The opposing werewolf snorted, watching the witch give up her ghost. Good riddance to rubbish. He thought, reaching out to his second in command through the mind link. He frowned deeply as he got no response. The latter was his best friend. He hoped that he wasn't dead. He tried reaching him again, but failed, startled to his feet when he heard a loud bang. What is that? He thought, remembering that he was right in the middle of a warfare, and worse, he was outnumbered.No, he couldn't die this way. His father definitely won't be concerned-yes, but won't be proved to be right either. He had something to prove to his father.His eyes caught Derek who was cowering before Anthony. The blue orb, whatever it was, was working. No, he couldn't let that happen. Letting his eyes wander back to the silver, he took in a deep breath softly, still surprised that the others in the room had forgotten his existence. Although he was happy about this, he was annoyed that they had forgotten him that e

"Bloodugering Hell! Ava, it looks worse in here!" Emma noted, stepping tentatively into the biggest hall she had ever been in, her mind reeling to the series of events that she had seen just in the name of a birthday party. This must be the worst birthday party ever. She thought.When she had been approaching the pack environs in the company of Julius and Ava after the episode with Casper and his fellow wizards, the first thing that had caught her eye was the beautiful flying dark blue dragon, the type that was seen in the 'Merlin movie series'. She had paused in her movement, mouth agape, watching in wonder as the dragon spat fire to whomever might have triggered its wrath, pitying whomever it was, feeling drawn into the movie proper, until Ava had shouted.Immediately, as if her senses had been recalled by an invisible force, her mind had returned back to reality and she had been able to process that the dragon was spitting fire on Melvina's estate, or rather the pack. Derek was in

Emma felt like weeping, but she didn't even know how to go about that. She was all manner of speechless. Her face was an artwork of sorrow, deep sorrow. She shut her mouth, wet the upper ceilings of her mouth with her tongue, opened the buccal cavity to say something, but shut it again.She wanted to talk, to yell, to cuss and scream but she couldn't. She felt stupefied. No, more than that. There wasn't a word to accurately describe what she was feeling at the moment. Her throat was clogged with unshed tears and words.For the first time, she felt entrapped with words as she stared at the beast which hadn't taken away its gaze off her this whole time.The spell was broken, when she heard some steps behind her. Julius. She concluded, not turning aside to notice him. She was sure he was the one. Her nose had marked his scent. He was with someone too. The other vampire. She concluded, looking straight ahead at the beast, her brain already working to process the how and why her boyfriend

The beast gritted his teeth, pounding voraciously at the walls of the red transparent ball that covered the entirety of him, especially as he saw the squirrel smirking at him, his arms folded tightly across his chest."Thanks Prescott." Emma said, glad enough that the beast was in a cage at the moment, unable to escape anytime soon. She would think of a way to put the necklace around his neck later."You're welcome, Emma." The squirrel replied, and Freya let out an audible gasp which attracted the attention of the other still stunned people in the hall, for she had just heard Prescott speak with Emma.A talking animal? She shook her head, wondering if she had heard wrong, googling at Prescott who was now looking at her."It's exciting to see another person who can hear me talk." Prescott muttered, before waving at Freya. Emma snorted."How is that possible? Who are you?" Emma asked, letting her gaze rest on Freya."I don't know why I can hear him talk. I guess it's another gift of my

Lucille shouted when the sound of the gun shot resonated across the sitting room. Her eyes had been shut too.And perhaps that had been the reason for her astounded gasp the next minute when she opened her eyes and saw that the woman, Sheila, was still standing, her right hand at a ninety degree angle with her body, her palm fisted like she was holding something, and her eyes, oh, they were blazing with fury.More astonishingly, she wasn't bleeding.Lucille darted her gaze from Sheila to her stepfather. He was as astonished as she was, especially when Sheila opened her hand, and let the bullet fall from it. There was not a mark there.Yes, he was surprised, just like Maryanne too, but not daunted.For the next minute, he raised the gun to shoot again.But this time, Sheila was faster.She zapped past Lucille who watched with mouth agape, and knocked off both the man and the gun.She stepped her right foot, which was confined in a chunky boot, on the gun, not fazed at all, her eyes not