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?
THE PHONE CALL V
Kane was surprised at his answer. From the gasp that escaped Dobah's lips. He knew that his twin was surprised too.
Kane hadn't even known when he had said it. It had just been said in the spur of the moment. He never wants to lose Lucille, and he wasn't even tempted to try the theory out—if Lucille would choose Emma over him. He had spent so much in thick darkness to even contemplate that.
"Okay, I will take good care of her. You can count on me, like your father does."
Lucille laughed again, and Emma heard. It was time to go. "Thanks old man. I will hold you to your promise."
Kane sighed in relief, and re-adjusted himself on his seat, not moved when Dobah amused himself in their mind path, or when he caught Blenda and Nathan staring at him like he had grown horns.
They didn't understand. He thought. They didn't spend centuries yearning for death, yearning for anything, apart from turning to the undead.