Melvina was speechless. The far-out-ness of the question could not be over accentuated. A human mate for her son? No, this must be a joke; not when the pack is about go for a war in less than a month time’. She thought.
Seeing his mother’s wordless state, Derek was perturbed. Although he had expected the reaction he was seeing now, he wasn’t prepared for it. She had been silent for almost five minutes, still staring at him like he had grown horns. He fidgeted under her gaze, and this caused him to wonder what will happen if his father heard about it. It gave him the chills thinking of his reaction.
Putting his hands into the denim black jeans that wrapped over his legs like a second skin, he looked up from the ground where his eyes had fell to when he couldn’t withstand the unblinking gaze of his mother. His mother was still staring at him. He stared back, as if to will her to speak already.
“Derek..” She called, runn
Melvina turned around sharply in response to the voice she had just heard, a little bit scared that it could be her husband; the voice had sounded like his. When she saw it was just Aaron, she signed in relief; she didn’t think Peter would it find it funny seeing her here after he had told her earlier that he wanted her.But Aaron was smirking, and as she stared at him, she knew why. He had imitated Peter’s voice to make her nervous; he must have known that she had been summoned by her husband before he had retired to their house. She felt like bashing his head on the tree where she and Derek had rested on.“Good evening Luna.” Aaron greeted, still smiling at the look on Melvina’s face. She was his godmother, and he enjoyed taunting her so much. She had taken him as her son when his parents died at the last pack war. His mother, Judith had been one of her closest friends. She had also made sure t
There was a tangible and deep pregnant silence in the air, which perfumed the whole room. Arnold leaned heavily against the wine-washed wall, twirling the empty goblet around his fingers, as he thought and deliberated on his daughter’s statement. He had stood up abruptly when she had reported her findings; findings that were quite difficult to believe.‘Peter’s son was mated to a human?’ He couldn’t believe it. It was very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a human in their part of the world, not to mention an Alpha. And for once he doubted his daughter’s findings. Maybe the human was his ride for now, that is, till he found his mate. He thought. He remembered that he had also flirted around till he met his own mate.“Are you sure?” He finally asked, staring down at his daughter whom he had always been proud of, but couldn’t admit.“Yes Dad.. I had even…” She was
If silence was a human, it would have gotten tired at the rate by which it was been summoned by the Triga’s family of the Wind Winder pack. It cloaked the room deeply for the second time in the chilly September night.Jan could be seen opening her mouth in a bid to talk, then closing it again. She didn’t really know what to say or how to say what was on her mind. Staring her husband wide-eyed, she hoped fervently that what she had just heard from her daughter was false. But then Maya doesn’t lie with things like this. She thought.“Jan..” Arnold called out to his wife, slowly; but received no response.And so unable to bear the distraught look on his mate’s face, he dropped his mug on the side table, and walked up to her. Staring at her softly, he tried taking her hands into his but she pushed it away immediately, not hesitating for a moment. Rather, she took some steps back and sat on the cushion nearest to
Brrrrrrrrgghhh!!!The alarm clock sounded, waking Emma up. Raising up her head groggily, the sleep still performing romantic spells on her body system, she stretched forth her left hand weakly and hit the tap button on the triangular alarm clock; a most loyal morning companion during her high school days.She had been surprised when she saw it in one of her bags while unpacking after having the beauty sleep she had told the guys about. Amelia must have put it in there. She had thought.The alarm clock stopped for a while, after being tapped by its sleep consumed owner. But then it went off again after some minutes; shaking in a most violent way, eager to do its duty of banishing sleep away to the land of the unknown.Brrrrrrrrrrghhh!! It went off again, and again.Emma mused, and tapped it again, and again; annoyed that the machine had finally succeeded in taking the reins of sleep off her eyes. She threw off her bed
Clem smiled, as he heard Emma call his name. She remembered after all. He thought. For a second, he had thought that she wouldn’t recall.“Your voice sounds so drowsy.” He said. “Were you sleeping when I called?” He asked.“Yes of course. What else would I be doing?” Emma said, slurring the words at the end. It was totally apparent that she was still under the influence of sleep.“Emma…” Clem drawled.“Yes..” She slurred back, still pondering on why he had decided to spoil her beauty sleep. The guy just didn’t know the right time to call. She thought. She wasn’t a morning person; never has been.It was Amelia who always made sure that she was up for school in the mornings. She has also lost count of how many times she had thrown her alarm across the room. One time it had smacked her father squarely on the face. It never budged
Emma ran to the bathroom with her white thick towel all wrapped around her, after her call with Clem. Muttering curses to herself, she switched on the shower and let it run for a while before stepping under it.‘How could I have forgotten what today was?’ she muttered to herself, as she layered shampoo on her hair. She really needed to do something about her love for sleep. Perhaps she would ask Melvina, she thought, then wondered why she thought of Melvina first when she needed help. For fudges sake, I just met her two days ago. She mused.As she shampooed and scrubbed herself softly but fast, she reminisced on how her life had changed rapidly in less than a week already. She was no longer under the care if her parents at seventeen, which was weird even for her. Amelia was 19, two years older her but was still pampered.‘Well I have to make the most of it.’ Emma muttered to herself. ‘I will have to make new friends too’. She
Derek was nonplussed as he saw Emma walk into the class. He shut his eyes for a second, and opened them again; she was actually the one.“What is the little witch doing here?” He muttered to himself, still looking at her. “Was this fate playing with him?”The lecturer had stopped teaching when she had stepped into the class, with her head high. Her dress sense, though simple, was attention grabbing enough; the low waist ripped jeans gripped her ass firmly. He could see that the guys in the class were gawking at her already. He gritted his teeth at the sight; They were gawking at his mate.“I thought you concluded that you will reject her.” He heard his wolf say.“No, I won’t.” He replied back. He couldn’t even bare other guys staring at her. What happens then when another guy finally has her?“You would kill him.” Maru said.And for once Derek didn’t argue with his
Derek was shut up in his thoughts as he ruminated on what had just happened.Did his little witch just speak with his beta over the phone? He couldn’t believe it. ‘When had they even exchanged contacts? They all had left her place that day together; or did her go back?’These questions assailed his mind so much that he could feel himself having a headache, even though it was nearly impossible. Their kind didn’t usually experience that.“He must have gone over to her place yesterday. That dork..” Maru said angrily.Derek reasoned that it was so too.He remembered now that he had asked Claire when she had visited him yesterday about her twin and she had replied that he had visited a friend.He had queried further to know the particular friend, with the aim of going there too as he didn’t want to spend a second with any girl that wasn’t her mate but she had replied that she didn’t know
Emma’s eyes were as active as anything active as she watched the elders slowly walk into the hall reserved for judging cases, like Annabel’s. As she watched them, her feet kept dancing on the floor in a funny unsteady motion; she was unsteady. One, one. Then two, two. Then one two. Once, Amelia had looked at her, with a piqued eyebrow. ‘What is that?’ Her eyes seemed to ask, but Emma had given no answer. What is it? It should be what are they?! When they were hurrying over to the hall, after convincing the guards that they would be around for the trial too, her sister had whispered that the cabin, her parent’s cabin, had been burnt by the master, Slediv. It had brought Emma up short, making her stagger on her feet for two reasons. That Slediv had really traced them, even without her then, and that the cabin was burnt; the loss it meant for her parents. Would they regret helping her then? Prescott didn’t think so. But Emma was still worried about it, just like her mind had tried
One week later:Emma had run to the clinic, immediately Adah had burst into her apartment with the news that Annabel and Amelia were awake. Over the couple of days in class, they had bonded over gossip, and training, seeing as the latter was the only one that had been sincerely interested in her. Emma had run with Prescott in her hands, and Adah right behind her. And when she arrived at the room she had frequented daily with prayers, and saw her sister and her friend chatting tiredly, she let out a scream of happiness and hurried over to them. “Amelia! Annabel!” She called gaily, garnering the attention of the two females sitting cross-legged on the same bed. Before they could let out a shout or smile of their own, Emma’s hands were already around them. “Oh my goodness, I am so happy for both of you…” she paused. “but give me a heartache again, and I will skin you both alive..” Annabel and Amelia divulged bouts of laughter, with the nurses. Prescott and Adah weren’t left behind,
Caden sighed in relief at his mate’s words, wanting to believe at all costs that the years he had spent with her, that the love they had shared, hadn’t been in vain. He didn’t know what he would have done otherwise. Cry, brood? Neither was acceptable in these times. And so, he wasn’t moved when his son piqued an eyebrow at his mate’s words, or when his daughter’s lips turned up—in disgust or curiosity, he wasn’t sure. But he didn’t care. He just hung on to the thread that his mate was spinning with. “I didn’t cheat on my mate, I’m sure he would have found out if I had done so, considering the mate bond and all that…” There was a pause, where relief sunk its foothold the more in Caden and his children. “So, if that’s what you are thinking, Caden… if that’s what you all are thinking, cut it out. I was surprised too when Claire had met me with the news at first, and I didn’t tell you, Caden, because I wasn’t sure how to explain the phenomena to you. I knew you held the lineage of you
Chyra didn’t know what Clem was talking about—the end of the world, and all that—but she knew that she was to blame for Claire rejecting her mate considering what she had soaked into her daughter’s mind about the alpha’s family, about how the Luna seat was her birthright. She also knew that she shouldn’t be working with Arnold. But she was too proud to concede to that, to concede to anyone, and so she shrugged her shoulders to Clem’s question. In the next second, she saw why that had been a wrong play on her part. When she saw Clem fume in anger, when she saw Claire glare at her stinkingly, when she saw her mate watch her like she was foolish, she knew that she had made a mistake. It would have been best if she had kept quiet, than giving off that nonchalant attitude. But her pride held her back from apologizing. Why should she apologize for being a mother caring to give her daughter the best? “Mother, are you so daft that…” Clem was saying when his father shouted him down. Caden
At this point, Clem didn’t know what to think about his sister, Claire. He had thought that their parents had been her motivator to reject Curtis, to follow Curtis up and down, to join the meetings that prince Nathan held with the others, but from the thick astounded silence that dwelled in the room, it could be safe to say that his sister had been acting on her own, without any external influence. He didn’t know what to think of that. He looked at his mother; she looked more shocked out of her shoes and mind than his father, quite expected since the mother and daughter duo were quite close, since his sister had no mind of hers, except put into place by his mother. As much as he was not happy with his twin, he was happy that for once his mother had no part to play in her recent escapades. “What do you mean…Claire?” Caden asked, pushing himself ahead, his elbow resting on his knees. “What do you mean when you say that Curtis is your mate? When did that happen? When did you find out?
What Claire saw first when she stepped into her father’s room was her parents sitting in the living room, with Clem, their backs hunched, the air filled with pregnant silence, waiting. They were waiting for her. She knew it from the moment she had dropped a note in Clem’s mind that she was on her way home. That he hadn’t bothered with a response, should have been enough to let her know that her twin was still angry with her. But she had held out hope, until she had reached the borders of the pack and he hadn’t been waiting for her. This was very different from the times they had quarrels. She knew, however, that this quarrel was different. She had denied her mate, because of the throne; had gone ahead to push Emma away from the pack; and when Derek still hadn’t chosen her, she had returned to Curtis because he was an Alpha. Would she have returned to him if he wasn’t that? She didn’t know. That was the truth. She didn’t know. She might have gone back to Curtis, even if he wasn’t a
At Wind Winders Pack.“Dad, what is this? What was Zoe doing in my room so early in the morning?” Curtis questioned, a second after he rushed into the dining room where his parents were having breakfast. He had slept in obviously, but he didn’t care. Yesterday’s training had been rigorous after all. He darted his eyes between his mother and father; his mother’s widened eyes told him that she had no idea what he was talking about; quite expected since this turn of event hadn’t been part of their plans. Hence, he trained his eyes on his father; the old man just continued eating his breakfast like he hadn’t spoken. Curtis thought of repeating himself, but thought better of it. He walked up to his father, and took away his plate of food; an act that he wouldn’t have been able to try before; an act that might have spelt his death; but considering his father’s few options of allies, he knew that he had a chance to live. And so, when his father glared at him heatedly, he didn’t quake in hi
“Hey…how are you feeling?” Emma whispered, touching Prescott’s head softly, as she watched him open his eyes for the second time. The first time, she had screamed and had called for the nurse in charge of his treatment, not minding that Adah was with her. Nothing could have dampened her joy. She had just checked on Annabel and Amelia, who although their vitals were stable, was still asleep, yet out of coma. According to the chief nurse, a week was enough for them to wake up now. Then she had checked on Prescott, and only touching him with fondness had elicited the response of his eyes opening. Emma had been overjoyed. “Prescott, can you hear me?” She asked softly, dragging a seat to herself, whilst Adah watched on, not understanding the communication method of the squirrel and Emma. Like the people in the community, she had never seen a talking animal, or rather an animal that communicates as Emma had painted Prescott to be. Her friend who was in the upper echelons of the community
No professor spoke to her, and Emma couldn’t help but wonder why. Had Prince Shiloh ask them to avoid her? Or had professor Brooks’ defeat scared them away from her? Well, if that was the matter, then she believed it was for the greater good. She had no interest in making affiliations after all, so long as they taught her what she wanted to know, and treated her fairly. “So, do you think you can cope?” She heard Adah ask, and turned aside to see her new seat mate. The mischievous glint in the latter’s eyes made her smile, howbeit small. “I believe I can.” She answered, before getting on her feet. She took her bag which Gira had provided that morning and slung the straps across her shoulder. It was time to go home, or rather check on her friends. Classes were done for the day. “Where are you going?” Adah asked her, getting to her feet. As they walked toward the door, a couple of the students swiftly moved, and stood before the door, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows. But she chose