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?
THOUGHTS-FULL NIGHT
Emma sat cross-legged on her bed; her right hand placed underneath her chin as she let her thoughts consume her. She had been waiting for Maya and Derek, so that they could work the assignment and read for the quiz tomorrow, but all her waiting had been in vain. She had even updated her notes from the texts Ava sent to her on skype, but still the two Triggers were no where to be found in her room. The meeting must be taking so long. She thought, knowing that she would be one of their topics in the conference room; the strange girl that seemed to attract a lot of attention from weird gifted people.
When Professor Perkins had left them in the general entrance, and had gone to wherever he had mentioned he had to be, the other three had turned to her, their eye brows piqued up, an act that said clearly; 'like seriously?'
"Like it is my fault…" She muttered, bringing her history notebook to read, and the prescribed text.