"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?
With Eva's little help, Emma managed to arrange her books and clothes in order, which had been strewn around earlier.
They were picking up her make up kit contents which were lying down idly on the floor, when Derek and Maya stepped into their room. They were back, finally, after more than two hours.
"Any luck on who did this?" She asked with a blank face, not wanting them to know that she had regained a bit of her memory pack. Since they had chosen to not trust her, and lie to her; she had promised to do the same. Two can play the game. She had thought then.
"Not really. Must have been some robber or thief." Maya replied, looking around the room, and seeing the improvement in its order.
"Oh, okay." Emma said. "Am I still safe here?" She asked, wanting to act normally like a person whose house had just been burglarized; she didn't want them go catch on, on her aloofness or perhaps the fact that she doesn't really trust their words again.