THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION
"I Emma DRACKSON, hereby, reject you, Derek, Alpha of the Blue Moon's Pack as my mate." Derek's eyes twitched, and his fists balled, but Emma was far from being done. "Don't ever search for me for whatever reason. I never want to see you again all the days of my life. If I ever find any of your people spying on me, I will kill them, or better, I will burn them alive. Do you understand what I just said?" She asked when she was done. But Derek was mute. Melvina tried talking, but Emma shut her up with a wave of her hand." I'm disappointed in you, Melvina. So, keep shut." She stated in anger, not minding the murmurings from the crowd. She knew why, but she didn't care. Melvina wasn't her Luna. *** *Emma, a 17 years old gutsy teenager is shipped off to southern England by her Dad to complete her college studies; a strategic punishment to tame her wild behavior. On reaching there, she discovers that half of the campus population were paranormal creatures, she thought only existed in comic books and novellas. She also discovered that she wasn't really her father's daughter, but was kept by him because of an oath made to a hidden lover. What happens when she uncovers the fact that she wasn't the average human girl, rather a fulfilled prophecy; a reincarnated queen mated to an Alpha wolf. What path does she choose when she is rejected by the Alpha wolf in the face of grueling circumstances?
DEREK'S PARTY XIX
"Curtis is outside. And they need more wolves there. She wants you to communicate this to Anthony, and the others. Send out some wolves out there. I will talk to Yodah." Derek heard Freya say and immediately did as his cousin requested, passing the information to Anthony, who in turn gave the order that the wolves in the room should thin out to the outside, since they were almost done killing off the opposers in the hall. The vampires have been of great help.
He also watched as Yodah shifted into a tiny bird, flying out of the hall to the outside atmosphere. He would continue his work out there.
"Thank you." He said to Freya, who nodded in her mist form, still by his side.
Watching around the hall, he noticed that most of the mages were dead, many of the opposing werewolves too. None of his, to his joy, just a few wounded.
They were winning the battle.
"You must be feeling good, right? Having the vampires by your side?"