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?
SNOOPING GONE WRONG
"What are you doing here?"
A voice asked, startling Emma as she tried to unwrap the roll of thick white paper.
Out of shock at being caught, she dropped the painting on the floor, as she stood up erect.
"Turn, let me see you!" The voice said, its tone rising up a bit.
Emma swallowed her spittle, her heart beat increasing a bit, as she slowly turned around, preparing herself for whatever might happen.
Her eyes widened in fear, as she beheld an older woman, who she was sure was Clem's and Claire's mother. She had their blonde hair and eyes, but her own eyes, her own eyes were cold and calculative.
Emma knew she had just fallen into a deep cauldron of hot boiling oil.
"Who are you? How did you come here? Where are you from?" The older woman asked, turning up her lips in disgust, as she trailed her eyes from the hair on Emma's head, to the sole of her feet.
"I..." Emma stuttered, opening and closing her mouth intermittently.