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?
THE VILLAINS
Legardo knew that his daughter was talking, but he didn't know the content because his mind was elsewhere.
Fayot had managed to escape the clutches of death. Seems, he had underestimated the ancients. He had to do more research on them. Like the others, he had thought that the species had ceased to exist, only to find out…He shook his head…they were still alive a few years ago.
He had thought them a good ally to have and that's why he had brought up the mineral, but now they were siding with the enemy pack. What the hell! He had to do something, but what??
Damn the backstabbing prince! He shouted internally, drumming his fingers on the large mahogany table, forgetting for a minute to make a hum, to indicate that he was listening to his ranting daughter. And she observed.