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?
FEELINGS
Derek sat forlornly on his bed, not taking off his patchy sweaty cloths or boots, his head bowed and held in his hands, his mind besotted with thoughts swirling around the departure of Emma and the likely betrayal of Leo, his eyes clouded with a variety of emotions.
Derek was tired.
Breathing in deeply, he raised up his head, letting his eyes wander across his slightly dark room. His eyes found a small book on the small table just close to the door.
Emma's diary! He thought, standing up from the bed and trudging in the direction of the table.
He picked up the book and let out a sigh, feeling overwhelmed with thick sadness. He gave up on his standing posture, and slide down the wall to the floor, the diary resting on his hands, having switched on the light in his room, before succumbing to the calls of the floor which had beckoned on him.