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?
MOTHERS
As Sheila sat in one of the stools present in the kitchen, her mind drifted to thoughts of her absent daughter, Emma, who was far away in another country, in another continent.
She hadn't met Emma yet, as she had been in a coma for all these years, but she couldn't help but worry about her. She couldn't help the motherly twinge of anxiousness that filled her heart even for a child she hadn't known.
By morning, Emma would be undergoing her shift, and Sheila couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at her.
Would Prescott do his job well?
The ancients had sung the squirrel's praises and all, but she couldn't help the unease buckling up her heart.
What kind of shift would Emma undergo?
Her daughter wasn't a normal werewolf after all. She was a combination of sorts, a combination they still hadn't a clue about. So, would Prescott handle it?
Sheila sighed.