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?
EMMA'S DECISION
Immediately Emma stepped out of the big hall, she fell to the ground on her knees, right outside there under the visibility of the full moon, and began to weep. Her palms on the ground too supporting her frame, she cried, cursing whatever fate had befallen the way.
When she felt Prescott's hairy tail on her right hand, she sniffed in and turned, sitting down on the floor in her gown.
In Front of her were Aiden, Yodah, Julius, Freya, Ava and Maya. Prescott was right beside her.
They all had pitiful faces on.
She didn't like that.
She had never liked to be pitied, but right at this moment, she couldn't help but not care. Her heart was thoroughly broken. She felt like dying.
"You are not dying, at least not yet." Prescott said to her telepathically, and she twerked her nose with her index finger and thumb, curbing the catarrh that was incoming. She wasn't in the mood to be plagued by a running nose.