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?
I'M TRYING TO PROTECT HER..
Derek cussed again and again as he walked steadily towards the door leading to the front porch. He didn't understand his little witch again. It was like she knew that something was really going on, and had expected him to tell her by himself; his avoidance of that, had then upsetted her much to even dodge his kiss.
What does she think is happening? Who does she think I am? Why the sudden question? He thought, turning the knob, to open up the door.
His cousin, stood by the door with a black polyethene bag.
"What's sup." She said, stepping into the living room.
He shrugged in reply, getting a furtive glance from his cousin.
"Okay. Out with it. What happened?" She asked, sitting on one of the couches. "How is she?"
"She is okay." He replied, taking a seat near her.
"Then what is wrong? Why is your face like poop?" She asked, reclining properly on the couch, whilst tapping her fingers on the arm rest.