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?
REMEMBERING THE MARKINGS ON HER WALLS
Derek soughed in relief as he saw his cousin, Maya, come into the room with a tray of covered dishes.
"About time..." He muttered, adjusting and readjusting himself on a particular spot on the bed, which he had been sitting on for a while, thoroughly expectant.
He had almost gone after her at one point, when his stomach hadn't been able to bear the wait any longer.
"Sorry that I took time..." Maya stated, while using her right leg to kick the door shut, as she approached the bed.
"It's alright." He responded, as his taste buds came to live at the sweet aroma of the food.
"Smells nice..." He stated, his eyes totally narrowed at the plates in the tray.
"Uhuh...I think you would like it. It's my favorite." She said with a short smile, before dropping the tray on the table closest to her bed, a dressing table actually, but it was just void of the basics, unlike Emma's own.
"I will like it then." Derek said, very sure of it.