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?
PEACOCK
Clem's presence outside her door reminded Emma of the string of unwelcomed acts she had undergone by the hands of his mother and twin sister. She also remembered that she hadn't seen him ever since that day. Did he travel? She queried herself, holding the knob of her door, and was about to turn it and open the door when she remembered that she had just been discussing with someone in her room, a witch whom she deduced wouldn't find Clem's company favourable. She had to hide her, or proffer a way of escape.
But as she swivelled with that determined thought, she found her room empty of any individual, apart from herself.
"Margo..." She whispered, thinking that perhaps the woman had taken cognizance of the impending doom, and had hidden herself.
But everywhere was silent. Everything remained the same, except for her window. It was open. It hadn't been so before. It had been shut.