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?
SETTING UP A MEETING
"So, what do you think?" Emma asked Margo, as she finished her narration, staring at the older woman, her eyes brimming with a burning need for answers.
"I think you had a hell of a day." Margo replied, sidestepping the main point which she knew the redhead had wanted her to speak on.
"I know I did. I was actually asking your opinion about the professor and the clique. What do you think they are? It is obvious that they aren't just humans." Emma said.
"Yeah. They are humans with gifts." Margo stated, letting out a sigh when the redhead rolled her eyes. Of course, that was obvious to everyone who would hear the story. The redhead was specifically asking her if she had any idea what they really are, and her avoidance of the real tale must have told the redhead that she did know something about them. It was too late to claim ignorant.