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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?

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QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS

Meanwhile, as Derek was gearing up for a confrontation with the strange werewolf, Aiden was in his office, restless and quite sad, not in the mood for a morning quiz at all.

After he had left Emma's room the previous night, he had flown as an owl to one of the trees and waited. 

And so, he had known, he had felt her anger at the intruder who had touched her without her permission, she had been angry at him, only that she hadn't known that he was her assailant.

But still, he hadn't been pleased with her conclusion.

Rather, he had felt stupid and guilty.

"Did she hate my touch that bad…?" He asked himself, as he reclined more deeply into the armchair in his office.