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?
EMMA’S GIFT
Emma sighed, both in relief and out of weariness, when Amelia slumped to the ground in front of her.
Finally. She mused.
Inhaling deeply for strength, she squatted, and touched her sister's forehead with her right palm. The latter's temperature was warm; just the right amount. She also perused the latter's mind repeatedly, to see if there was any other sliver in her mind, or in any part of her body. She let herself fall to the ground when she saw nothing of that sort in her mind. Amelia was finally free from the hold of the mage.
Emma, her eyes scanning the skies above, let out a large gush of air from her mouth. Then, she took a deep one, rubbing her belly slowly. She was hungry. Very hungry. She was tired too. She needed to rest, and she would have if she didn't hear Prescott's sudden gasp of terror.