THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION

"Bloodugering Hell!" Emma screamed, moving back ten steps away from the dusty cupboard she had tried to clean, while staring apprehensively at the lone cockroach that had made its way out of the cupboard in response to her simulative clean up process. The cockroach negligent of her scaredy face, scurried back into the dusty cupboard, leaving no trace behind.

Skimming her slender fingers through her deep red hair, while staring at the little opening where the cockroach had passed through, Emma heaved a sign of relief. She tossed the now dusty brown rag on the floor which she had used earlier to clean out the kitchen table that stood near the morphy sink, and trudged tiredly to the window which stood at the far end of the kitchen, overlooking the thick dark forest.

Emma watched keenly from the slightly broken window, at a rabbit which hopped from one forest climber to another. And for a minute, she wondered whether the wild animals left the forest range, to harrass the indwellers. She winced at the thought, hoped positively that it was not so. For she hated animals, snakes mostly. The only animals that had survived her taddy hate, was Claire's dog, and that was because it had saved them from buglary last summer.

Turning away from the uncomfortable view, Emma looked around the messy kitchen and sighed again for the umpteenth time.

"What in the bloody hell am I doing here?" She asked herself loudly, as she rubbed her nose intermittently, walking towards a wooden seat she had cleaned out earlier.

Squinching her face, a sigh of the discomfort she felt for standing for quite a long time, Emma sat down on the seat, dusting her hands off each other. She had no strength to clean the cupboard again.

'No, not after seeing that lame cockroach', she thought, muttering to herself. And so dipping her hand into the rectangular front pocket of her faded blue ripped jeans, she brought out her phone, or her sister's phone rather.

Amelia had slipped the phone into her hands, while no one was watching as she packed her last luggage into the car. And when she had tried to talk her out of it, even though she had prayed earnestly inwardly at the moment that Amelia should let her have it, her sister had hushed her, pointing towards their father while telling her that she would get a new one the next day. In a bid to boot the whippy samsung phone on, Emma remembered that her father had been issuing orders over his phone to whomsoever had this godforsaken house.

The white coloured house, a two bedroom bungalow, would have been beautiful if it had not being left desolate for whatever number of years, she thought. The kitchen needed new cupboards, the sink looked so unflattering with those hideous brown and black stains on it, the plates were broken, and the whole area was just so dusty. The sitting room and the two bedrooms were worse off with dangling ceilings and damaged furniture.

Emma didn't know how to go about them. She also didn't know anybody here who could really do the house well.

"How could Papa send me here?" Emma thought in annoyance.

She still couldn't get rid of the thought. No matter how hard she had tried to, it still kept coming back, ever since her movement to England got real, ever since she got on the plane without nobody following her up.

Although she had always believed that she was adopted, a notion for which her mother spanked her for, the last time she had said it loudly, Emma thought this was way over the board.

This wasn't right. For ever since she could remember, she had always kept up with her father's weird actions, trying to please him, no matter the circumstance, not minding the sacrifice it would cost her. But still, compared to the way he treated Amelia, she was shit. And now this.

"This is the height of it all" Emma said to herself.

"How can he ship me half way across the world for what I did? I didn't kill someone,Jesus!

I just..uhhh!". Emma screamed out in frustration, kicking and shooting out her legs at the dense air.

"How will I cope? I don't even know anyone here.

And how will I clean up this mess of a house that looks like an abandoned drug house?

I haven't lifted a broom before in my entire life! Oh shit I'm doomed" Emma wondered aloud, while chewing on her lower lips, shaking her legs vigorously.

She switched on the Samsung made phone, and as it turned on, she gave a silent thanks to Amelia for removing the lock in the phone. Her sister's obsession with phone locks and pattens still baffled her; she even locked her contacts. Emma smiled a little, she had missed her sister. At least Amelia stood up for her most times, when her mom couldn't.

A message popped into the phone. It could only be Amelia,she thought. Her parents didn't know of her owning a phone now. Her Dad had seized her phone, with the intent to return it in 3months time, when he would visit her. Shaking her head sadly in thought, Emma wondered how he could believe that she could survive without a phone till then.

"Old grumpy" She mused, and tapped the blue message icon.

Opening the message, it read "hey red sis,@british county yet? How's the house, have you checked out the campus yet, I heard it's quite cool..."

" Campus??" Emma muttered to herself, not taking note of the nickname which her sister had called her in the message. A name she hated, and had made her sister quit calling it to her, by dropping spiders in her school shoes in Grade 8.

Her eyes widening as she tried to decipher the place of campus on the text, Emma cursed again for the hundredth time as she remembered, while tossing the phone on the table behind her. She had almost forgotten that she was meant to attend the most prestigious university in the british county.The Lakers University.

She had received the acceptance letter two weeks ago, while cleaning her RMX bike in preparation for the bike race downtown. The letter had at that time, also served as a reality-check, that she was actually leaving Florida in two weeks time to a British county she knows nothing of.

Resting her back on the table behind, Emma remembered the school's resumption date on the letter. She should be resuming on the first Monday of the month, which is two days from now. And so contemplating on how to set things in order, she surveyed the dirty kitchen again and cursed loudly.

Sharp knocks, in quick succession, bustling against the wooden front door woke Emma up. And for a tiny second, she thought she was still in Florida getting cozy on her queen size bed, until her eyes caught two cockroaches playing around on the floor and her back protested in pain at her for lying it against the kitchen table.

She winced, and rubbed her head dejectedly, noting that she had fallen asleep,while thinking about her life, and how she would go about the arrangements that would make sure she gets to the county's university next week. The thoughts now rushing back like a river overflowing its bank still assailed her.

Now thinking on it again, Emma knew that she had to get a work or something that she could do to support herself financially. But for the life of her, She couldn't think of any work she could do, she hadn't worked for money in her entire 17 years life.

Her father had always made sure that she and Amelia didn't lack the cash, no matter how cruel he was to her. A part she had always scored him good in, even though Amelia's weekly expense money was double of hers. But now, Emma thought tiredly, he has freezed her accounts too, after taking away her phone. He had told her that all she needed was already in place, and anything extra would have to be paid by her...

" ..which means he even expected me to work, or how else would I get the money for the extra? Stealing??" Emma muttered to herself sadly.

At least if she had her phone with her, she could make some calls, Emma thought, scratching an itching spot on her hair.

For if she had learnt anything from her father, it was to keep connections. He had always told she and Amelia to make useful friends and keep them around too, no matter what.

"It could be needful to you in the future" He would always say, then he would go off into tales on how he became a rich mogul that even lends money to the government officials. How he made friends that helped him keep climbing the ladder of Fame and wealth.

But then, he took her phone, Emma gnashed her teeth at the thought. She could remember vividly now that she had some friends on Instagram that lived in England, and she was totally sure that one or two of them would have known something about this county.

"But then, he took my phone" Emma said, hitting her hand on the table in annoyance.

The knock came again.

Emma stopped the reverie and muttered a curse, wondering who could be here already. Her sister was far away in Florida, maybe surfing now. And her dad won't be coming here till three months time.

Rubbing her hands on each other, maybe, to dull the pain of hitting one of them on the table, she stood up begrudgingly, wobbling across the kitchen floor, while sighing heavily as she beheld the messy state of the rooms, till she got to the front door, still wondering on who could be at the door. Emma didn't have to wait so long to find out.

She opened the door, to see a very tall handsome guy standing in front of her.

He stood at 6ft and dome inches, with a deep blue eyes. His skin was lightly tanned, and she wondered if a sea was lying around here, because she hadn't seen any while on transit. His hair was richly dark,and tied in a ponytail. A wholesome meal in all. She whistled. If half of the male population in this county were as handsome as the dude in front of her, then this adventure that her father had forced her into wouldn't be too bad, she thought smiling.

Yeah, she always had a thing for tall guys, with dark hair. He was sprouting a beard too, which seemed to be recently trimmed. Emma sighed dreamily.

"Hello" He said, while waving his hands at her face. His face all scrunched up, and his lips upped in disgust.

Emma blinked repeatedly, and clocked her head sideways as she caressed her forehead.

"What's wrong with me?" She thought wistfully.

And looking up to meet the guy's strong gaze, she could see, by the side view that there were other guys too, hot heavily built guys with...

"..wait a minute" , Emma whispered to herself softly.

The guys were carrying cleaning equipments.

"What is happening?, Who had called the cleaning company? She just got here, few hours ago" She thought wildly.

And then she concluded that it could only be her father, and for a second she was completely grateful to him. But she still had to confirm,she thought.

She opened her mouth to ask how and why they came to the house, but the handsome hot guy beat her to it.

"Hello again. I'm Derek, from Peipei Cleaning Company" He said, with a forced smile,that still somehow showed off a set of white dazzling teeth.

But Emma didn't take note of the dazzling teeth as she would have aforetime if meeting a guy for the first time. She had only noticed the forced smile, and she knew for sure that the smile was customary. The normal customer service smile, she thought; but on a forced terrain. And she also believed that Mr Handsome would have preferred to be in a club watching ladies strip than here, talking to her.

"Hello, I'm Emma, and I don't remember calling for a cleaning service" She replied blankly, meeting his gaze stongly.

" Yeah, you didn't, but the owner of the house did" The guy, Derek replied scornfully, like he was talking to a kid sis.

He had watched the girl with dust speckles on her face fawning over him some seconds ago and scoffed inwardly. Humans can be so pathetic he thought. Although her scent was very faint, he could still tell that she was one. But he couldn't understand what she was doing in the area that was reserved specially for the werewolves in this county. He could also see her proud stance now, and he waited in anticipation to hear what she had to say.

But Emma scoffed, loudly.

"I'm the owner of the house, Mr". She stated with a sardonic smile.

Derek was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the tired looking girl in front him, that had been ogling him some seconds ago, and who couldn't be more than 18 years, and scoffed.

" I don't know what you're saying Miss, but Mr Jason called for us. Are you his mistress or his maid? Whichever one you are, just place a call to him to confirm then, we don't have all the day to waste" He said disdainfully.

And then after some seconds, he purred in satisfaction as he saw the drastic change in her proud stance and haughty look as she fully registered what he had said.

The horrid look on the her face pleased him greatly..

He would show her, Derek thought, if she had thought she could look down on him. Humans were so easy to play with.

And so folding his thick hairy arms against his chest , he gave her a daring look, with his lips turned up in a smirk.

Emma was appalled, and for a minute she couldn't move or say anything. The words which Derek had spoken hung heavily on her, it numbed her actually for a minute.

Of all the things the stupid jerk could attribute to her; a mistress? And the way he looked at her, like she was some piece of trash.

"Hey, are you dumb too??" He asked with a gibe, unfolding his hands from each other. Then removing an imaginary tint from his hair, he looked at her in disgust, from her hair which she knew was cripsy with dust, to her feet which were not faring better either in those tight white tennis shoe. He hissed after the eye travel, and put his hands into the front pockets of his denim jeans, still staring down at her in contempt.

That look again, Emma thought as she cringed unknowingly to her, weakened her, maybe because she had always been attributed to the goddess Venus.

Her beauty had got her out of alot of troubles back in Florida. She even liked to think sometimes, that her father disliked her because his associates get taken to her at first sight than Amelia. But then her sister never acted out like she noticed it, or perhaps she hadn'tcared. But this is some weird place in England, and it seems that her beauty potent has faded. Emma sighed worriedly at the thought.

"Clem get me the phone! Seems we have a case of an intruder or whatever in Mr Jason's place" Derek called out to the guy closest to the tail of the truck, while turning around to look distastefully at Emma.

He had watched the girl zone out in thoughts, and thought that, perhaps, she was looking for a lie to buy them over with. He believed that she couldn't be the owner of this beautiful house.

Clem, a tall lean guy got the phone out of the driver's seat and brought it to Derek, while looking at Emma pitifully.

He thought the human girl looked lost and innocent, but beautiful even though she was clothed in dust. He still wondered what she was doing out here alone.

'Was she a spy?' He thought.

No, she looked too innocent for that.

She might be a runaway from home, and he promised to help the human find her away if she was actually lost.

But for now, he stayed and watch to see what his best friend, the alpha's son will do.

Derek dialled the company's hotline, without hesitation, still staring at the girl in front of him. It rang for a while, and picked.

"Hello, Peipei company here" A female voice said over the phone.

"Yeah, it's Derek" He said impatiently..

Wondering again why his dad sent him to this company for his punishment. He could have just told him to run 50 laps around the packs' training ground. It wouldn't have been easy, but it was better that working with humans for 2 months.

"Oh Derek, what's the issue?" The voice now sultry, cooed.

And Derek knew at that moment, that it was Cassey that was on the phone. The bitch has been all over him since he arrived at the company last week.

"Nothing much Cassey. Just wanted to really confirm the house on No 13 moonway. There is a girl that we saw loitering around the house, claiming to be Mr Jason's daughter, but she seems deranged and..."

This off-handed insult snapped Emma out of the haze she had been in, and she wondered again if she was really okay. If she was alone, she would have smacked her head herself. Her anger now rising, she thought how she could have let a guy from nowhere speak that way to her. She's Emma for godsake!, and she wasn't respected by her peers for nothing!

With that reinstated knowledge, Emma hurriedly grabbed the phone from Derek's ear, threw it on the floor, and smashed it underneath her shoe. She looked up at him, and smiled devilishly, feeling a bit content.

"What the hell" Derek screamed, walking closer to her. He felt so annoyed at the human girl, and wanted to hold and shake her, till she apologizes.

She wasn't a wolf, else she would have been dealt with accordingly. He thought.

But before He could carry out his thoughts of shaking the life out of her, Clem held him back, and shook his head negatively.

Derek hissed loudly, running his hands on his hair while restraining himself. He looked at the girl in anger.

'She was lucky', he thought.

He didn't want to get in trouble with his dad over a human again. He didn't know what the punishment would be this time around.

But Emma, not knowing Derek's short temper and inner turmoil, threw him a smirk, keeping her hands akimbo.

Derek couldn't hold it in again. In the fit of rage, He swatted Clem's hands and stretched out his hands to hold Emma, but to his greatest astonishment,he found himself on the floor within few seconds.

Derek winced in a pain, and although it disappeared after a few seconds, it left him feeling bewildered. He couldn't explain what had just happened. Whatever had just happened, occurred very fast. He snapped out of his thinking haze when Maru, his wolf started laughing at him.

"Shouldn't you be on my side, a girl just tripped us.." He said, forgetting that he was still on the ground.

"Nah, she tripped you,not me. It was funny to watch,but I'm actually disappointed." Maru said

"I'm going to kill her then" Derek thought, determined.

"It seems you want to work in a sawmill, this time around. But she is actually beautiful, and smells very nice..very nice for a human" Maru said, not sure if he should tell Derek that the human girl might be his mate. He knew the guy would throw a fit.

Derek scoffed at Maru's words and looked around to see his colleagues near the truck still rolling on fits of laughter, and remembered that he was still on the floor.

He wondered what his father would say if he had seen this, and shuddered.

He looked up to see Emma folding her arms

across her chest, with a disdainful look, and then she whistled.

Derek saw red, he would deal with her in a minute.

He tried standing gracefully as a human, but tripped clumsily for a reason he couldn't tell. Today's wasn't just going well, he thought while holding the door frame and standing up. Jumping up like the usual might let the girl in on what he really is. He wouldn't want that. His father might kill him.

"What did you just do?" He asked Emma in an angry voice tainted with a little amazement, as he dusted off his jeans. The human was really something, he thought.

But Emma didn't reply or look at him at all. Her attention was on Clem.

"What are you hotties doing here?" She had asked Clem, battling her eyelids and smiling.

'Did she just tune him off? Did a human just tune him off, for the first time' Derek thought, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah,she sure has guts.." His wolf said.

"Shut up " He said, as he could tell that Maru would soon start taunting him.

He could see Clem talking, and Shane bickering with Leo by the truck.

"We were contracted by Mr Jason to clean this place" Clem replied, blushing.

Derek scoffed. The girl already had the beta's son wrapped around her fingers.

"Okay" She replied. "Mr Jason is my Father, You guys should come in, the place is a real mess" She stated, and walked into the house, with her head up high.

Shane whistled.