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?
A TALKING SQUIRREL II: YOU ARE NOT GOING HOME
Prescott?
The name sounded familiar to Emma.
She suspired as she remembered where she had heard the name.
She had heard it first from the little girl. The little girl had called its name, when she had been conversing with the invisible being. Was the squirrel the being?
She stared at the animal looking up to her, and shook her head. Perhaps, there was another Prescott.
Her mind was intact. She was sure that she hadn't see any squirrel around the little girl.
"Don't you like my name?" Prescott asked, his puffed-out chest retracting to its former position.
"Everyone likes my name." It said, looking down at his feet.
Emma rolled her eyes as she heard the squirrel talk. This one was a dramatic one for sure. She thought.
"No, that's not it, Prescott. I like your name. It's just that I had heard it from the little girl that had brought me here." She said.