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?
A MESSAGE
Emma and Amelia's attention drifted to the area that Prescott pointed to, their eyes widening when they saw a sheet of paper that seemed to have been folded and stashed within a crack in the wooden walls.
It was almost non-existent that Emma wondered how Prescott had seen it, had noticed it and had called it out. She had cleaned the cabin after all, from top to bottom, and she hadn't seen the crack.
"What do you think it is?" She heard Amelia ask, and shrugged her shoulders. No other way to find out than to actually check it out. She stood up from the sofa and walked to the wooden wall with little cracks on it.
Heaving in a deep breath, she pulled the paper by the tail, hoping that it actually meant something and not some second-thought attempt to close a crack in the wall. But even as she rolled the paper out of its rumpled statement, she knew that it meant something. Could her mother have left her a message?