"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?
View MoreCurtis hit the wall of his father’s office in frustration, after searching the whole area, to the best of his knowledge, and finding nothing. There was nothing. No cameras or memory cards. Nothing to prove his uncle’s innocence, or stop the blackmail. He sank to his father’s chair, and lowered his head to the table, his thoughts seeking a solution. Where else could he go to search for this? Twenty minutes earlier, after searching to no avail, he had walked to his parents’ room and had ransacked the place upside down, then rearranged it in case he missed anything and also to douse suspicions but there had been nothing. He had returned here, and still there was nothing. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t fail on his first mission. That wasn’t nice. He must retrieve that disk, but how? How could he find it? Should he meet his father’s beta? Because thinking of this right now, there was no way his father would have pulled off the blackmailing act alone. There must have been t
Curtis waited for thirty minutes after his father had left the pack before sauntering into his father’s study to begin the quest that was his mission to the pack in the first place. The office was still the same, still organized as it had always been. The servants were doing their job then. The servants.He remembered that he hadn’t seen any of them since his return. Had his mother sent them away so that his father wouldn’t have anyone to prepare food for him?Curtis chuckled. He knew that his father couldn’t cook to save his life. What had the old man been feeding on then? He should have teased him with that. Curtis thought. After his discussion with his mother earlier, she had prepared a delicious meal, for the both, even though Curtis was aware that she had purposely left some in the pot for her mate. He was also aware that his father had eaten the stuff up. He had been in the kitchen before the study. His parents. He didn’t know if he should hope for their reconciliation
..And he would have been as bad as his old man. Curtis was glad that his father had overlooked him, that his father had thought him as weak as a woman. He wouldn't have been able to recognize himself if it had been the other way round. But of course he gave out a crook smile, and cocked his head to the side as if to say that his father had really done a stupid job in choosing who to trust. "You are truly my blood." Arnold started, rearranging himself on the sofa, sitting upright now, for he had been reclining deeper in the sofa. "And even though my discovery is quite late, I'm glad that I could see it at least today. We should work together from now on. What do you think?" Curtis nodded his head. "Your wish is my command." There was a mock bow that had Arnold chuckling again, a chuckle that dried up, when he remembered something. "What is the matter, father?" Curtis inquired, more curious than concerned."Your mother. How is she?" Curtis shrugged his shoulders. "She is fine, j
The sky darkened so fast. Curtis thought, as he stared out from the window in his room to the world around his pack. It had been more than three hours after the conversation with his father, and two after being with his mother. He had never seen his mother so shattered emotionally, so wrecked. It had taken him all the control, all the tightening of the restraints to remember not to kill his father before the allotted time. He sighed a minute later, noting his folded fists. His body was still thrumming with the feeling, the feeling of punching his father at least one time. Yet, he couldn't do that, not until everything had been sorted out. His mother hadn't told him much, hadn't told him something new other than what he had found out whilst being at his cousin's pack. Except for the fact that she thought her mate was misguided, and needed some direction. He had bit his tongue from asking her why her presence or words hadn't been enough to keep his father in a firm line. He had bit
Yodah wondered how he could zoom out of the room without being conspicuous when he saw Eva slither out of Maya’s hold and walked out of the sitting room. Fayot had been released to an anxious Lent, and Peter had announced to the pack that the former wasn’t a traitor, just a misguided fellow that had been under the control of the evil Legardo. This was to prevent a jungle justice on the young man who had been implanted in the bad graces of the pack members. Anthony had left too to work on the alliances with the neighboring packs. Melvina and Sheila were in the kitchen, probably reuniting and burying the hatchet. Agrip had left to his books, and Ava had followed him to help with the research. Yet no one took cognizance of Eva who had left still scratching his hands.Yodah turned sharply to Freya when he perceived the claw of an intruder in his head. Get out of my mind, Freya. I don’t want Aiden coming for my head. He watched as Freya held back a snort. He knew by the tug at the
“So, Fayot…Is there anything else you can tell us about Legardo which you think will be useful in trapping him or defeating him?” Sheila questioned.They had all returned from the search some minutes ago, and after exchanging information, had convened at the sitting room of the Alpha’s residence. With them were Yodah, Ava and Eva. Eva, who was still scratching her hands, though subtly, even after taking her bath three times, and applying the lavender oil her mother had mentioned had soothing and healing properties. “Well, I am not sure.”Fayot started, a furrow to his eyebrows. Fayot had always seen Legardo as a wild cunning cat, someone that you could never predict. He had tried, and he had failed for every goddamn time. “He is quite cunning, and with his two very special children under his beck and call, I would say it would be tricky to trap him.” “Do the children know of his double identity?” Melvina questioned, her hands remaining clasped with Peter’s. At their return, he
Emma found herself admiring the stranger’s brain, her thinking patterns, the way she focused wholly on her work.The latter was researching a disease, seemed obsessed with finding a cure. Perhaps that was why she often found her in the dimly lit room, covered in blood, her hands buried deep within a body. She was conducting experiments. It didn't excuse the abomination of what she was, but Emma could admire her single-minded purpose. She was able to put aside her need for sleep, for sustenance, for long periods. She felt her need, but she concentrated so wholly on what she was doing, she didn't seem to recognize her body's cries for normal care.And she was everything to her. Her Savior. Her tormentor. Without her presence, without touching her mind, Emma would have been completely insane, and she knew it. The lady unwittingly shared her strange life with her, gave her something to concentrate on, a companionship of sorts. In a way it was ironic. She thought her locked underground.
The women. Emma recognized them, knew they were out there, alive, no manacles, not buried beneath the earth but able to move freely around. Especially the one that resembled her. She was just out of her mind's reach, yet she could almost touch her. Why didn't the woman come to her? Emma could summon up no face, no past, only the knowledge that she was out there somewhere. She called to her. Begged. Pleaded. Raged. She had a feeling the latter was related to her. But where was she? Why wouldn't she come to her? Why did she allow her agony to continue when even her presence in her mind would ease the terrible sense of isolation? What had she done that was so terrible that she deserved this?Anger found its way into her world. Hatred, even. In the place of a girl, a monster grew, deadly, dangerous, grew and thrived on the pain, became a will impossible to crush. Fifty years, a hundred - what did it matter if she traveled to the very gates of hell for revenge? She already resided there,
Emma was dreaming. There was blood, a river of it running. There was pain, a sea she was floating in. Would it never end? A thousand cuts, burns, the taunting laughter telling him it would go on for all eternity. She could not believe she was so helpless, could not believe her incredible power and strength had been drained from her, leaving her reduced to such a pitiful state. She sent mental call after call out into the night; none of her kind came to help her. The agony continued, and went on relentlessly. Where were they? Her kin? Her friends? Why wouldn't they come to her and end this? Had it been a conspiracy? Had they deliberately left her to these butchers who wielded their knives and torches with such delight? It had been someone she knew who had betrayed her, but the memory was curiously fading, obscured by endless pain.Her tormentors had somehow managed to capture her, paralyze her so that she could feel yet not move, not even her vocal cords. She was totally helpless,
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