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?
SUSPICIONS
Curtis let out a deep breath as he climbed down from the high window which he had climbed earlier in order to see his mate, Claire, or rather instinctively watch her invisibility form move into her house.
When he thought that he had seen enough bizarre things relating to Derek's mate, his own turned out to have magic.
Oh wow, what a twist. He thought, sliding down to the floor, the sleep totally gone from his eyes.
He had been dozing off, when the scent had first wheeled past his nose. He had tried to ignore it thinking that perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him in his subconscious state, but the scent had stayed, and he had no choice but to get up and know what was really happening.
When he opened his eyes and sat up on his bed, he had counted from one to twenty, and had counted his fingers, to be sure that he wasn't still dreaming. The scent had stayed, and the time was just two a.m.