"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?
Emma bobbled her head, obviously pleased with the set of clothes she was wearing.
"Now, you are talking…" She muttered, smoothening invisible creases on the dark green polo that accentuated the color of her eyes.
The polo and jeans fitted her properly, even though the trousers were a bit tight. She could manage. She thought. Until she got home. At least it was better than wearing the princess gown all around the place. Apart from the fact that she always chose comfortability over the whole classic stuff, she felt that she was devaluing the beautiful gown by wearing it all over the place.
"You okay with it?" Lily asked, standing up from the sofa.
"Yeah, It's preferable," Emma replied, glancing at her.
"Where did you get it?" She asked, noting that the clothes she was wearing would be too big for a twelve-year-old.