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?
AN ALLIANCE
"Margo!" Sheila shouted when she saw Margo step into the sitting room.
Nathan had communicated to her through their mind path that they had found two witches by name Keturah and Tempest. At first, she had thought that her mate was pranking her-it was one of his attributes-but then Peter had confirmed it. And since then she had been sitting at the edge of her seat, waiting for their arrival.
It took her a minute while she was hurrying to meet and hug her old friend to notice that the latter was carrying Eva at her back, to notice that Eva was cocooned in a ball of energy.
She would think about that later. She had decided right before she flung her hands around Margo's neck, embracing the witch tightly to herself, knowing that it was magic that was keeping Eva in place, and not Margo's hands.
"I thought you were dead."
"Well, I would have been if Ketura didn't come to save me from Leonarya's dungeon."