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 AT DEREK'S PARTY XII
Emma opened her eyes slowly, drowsily, sexily.
Derek smiled down at her, touched his finger gently to her swollen lips, caressed it for a little second, before replacing the finger with his lips. A peck, and another.
She blinked to bring him into focus. Her body was locked with his; she could feel him, thick and heavy, buried deep within the tightness of her core.
His smile was lazy and sated, his blue eyes holding masculine satisfaction that he had done so much more than simply please her. He looked as if he might start purring over his own prowess.
Emma found her smile hovering too close to the surface.
He was moving again with slow, languid strokes that kept heat scorching her body, keeping her nipples pressing into the muscles of his chest. The flickering lights of the dim bulb illuminated the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. His long hair was slightly damp, falling around his face, lending him the look of a pirate.