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?
WALKING INTO THE WOLVES' DEN
"We?" Emma muttered out aloud. It can only mean one thing. She thought. Derek and Maya could be back, or perhaps it was just Clem and Anthony.
"Who was that? Family?" Professor Perkins asked, watching the lines that smeared her forehead whenever she was in deep thought.
"No. A friend." She replied.
"I see…" He said, wondering immediately if it was a male friend or female friend that was worrying over her. The probability that it might have been a male friend that had called to check on her caused a tightening in his guts.
What the hell! He voiced out on his mind, not believing himself at the moment. He was going macho over a human girl. His twin would laugh the life out of him when he hears about this.
"He was checking upon you?" He asked, unable to keep the suspension on the caller's gender; and so, he wisely posed it as a question, trying out the masculine pronoun of which his instinct was vying for.