Derek would have found the large portrait of the family interesting and beautiful to look at, if it hadn’t been brought by his uncle. “Was it a peace offering?” He thought to himself. Well if it was, It was a sham. He concluded, removing his eyes from the portrait which was a fine piece of art with beautiful bright colors; it was painted.
He turned to see his father and his uncle staring at him inquisitively. ‘Did they ask for anything?’ He thought, as he stared back at them, piquing up his eyebrows in the process; not minding that it seemed rude after zoning out on them.
“Derek..” His father called. “Didn’t you get the question?”
“What question?” He asked.
“Don’t tell me you zoned out while we were discussing important matters!!” Peter bawled, his voice booming across the ends of the large room. He couldn’t fathom why his son was always this less concerned towards pack issues. ‘Is he not aware that he would be taking over in less than a month time?’
Melvina soughed as she watched her son lumber into the kitchen, looking so crestfallen and melancholic. She wondered what had transpired between the three males in the room.For a moment, she had wanted to attribute it to her mate knowing that their son had a human mate, but then she brushed it off; if he knew already, she would have heard angry shouts already. He would have barged into the kitchen, knowing that she had already known about it.“Mom, He wants some pancakes.” Derek said distastefully, sitting down tiredly on a stool near the kitchen counter; his head bowed down a bit. His father’s earlier pronouncement had zapped energy from him; it still taunted him. He was sure that his uncle was up to no good.Melvina already knew the ‘he’ her son referred to. His tone said it all.“What happened? What did you all talk about? Why are you looking so downcast?” She asked all at once, as she picked
Emma sighed heavily as she served the last table before her shift comes to an end. Her whole body was aching from the three hours of steady running around to take orders and to serve in response to the orders taken. She was famished, but grateful that it had all come to an end. she also knew that it would get better with time;first times were usually the worst.“Wheew, finally.” She muttered, removing the café’s uniform and badge and placing it in one of the racks in the worker’s closet. Picking up her bag which was in the same row with the racks, she trudged out of the room, humming the fifth harmony’s ‘it’s all about black magic’.Saying a few byes to her co workers, she walked out of the Ac-overrun café into the enclasp of the hot sun. Cursing at the sun tiredly as she walked; she took out a yellow stripped scarf from her pocket, and wiped her face rigorously; some beads of sweats had already made their w
The car was a Mercedes-Benz, a C-300 Sedan. It was a little bit rough around the edges and the trunk region was stained with a couple of brown spots. Emma thought that those brown spots might have been coffee stains; for in her three hours shift at the café, she discovered that the county inhabitants really liked coffee- They could wake up by 12am and still demand for coffee. “It’s my Dad’s car.” Derek mentioned. He had been watching as his little witch ran her eyes tro and fro the car, and he wondered whether she was sizing the car up. It didn’t matter to him though, his was better; at least after Aaron works on it. “Oh, okay.” She muttered, absentmindedly. ‘What is she thinking of now?’ Derek thought, as he stared at his little witch keenly. She still stood at the same position where she had been when he pointed out his car earlier; still staring at the car. “If you don’t like the car, we could…” He was saying, when he was interrupted.
It felt like soft rain on a summer evening. It felt like an explosion of the best flavors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation Emma had ever felt. She was lost, totally lost in it. When Derek's lips had mashed against hers, as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth, as if trying to state his claim on her, to let her know that she was his alone; she had been taken aback. For a second she couldn't breath, her mind was blank until she felt those twingles again. They assailed her body like a rushing water that had broken over a dam. She had been bereft of her senses until then. And when they had attacked her, she had welcomed them this time around with open arms. She had hungrily pushed back, her mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against her
Derek could feel his wolf howling in happiness at his mate's reply. He was happy too; more than happy.Snaking his right hand around her neck, he brought her face closer to him. He was still pondering on the beautiful nature of her eyes, the greeness of the forest green, when she kissed him.She kissed him like he wanted to be kissed, like no girl had ever kissed him, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.The heat rose in his loins as her tongue touched his tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning tha
'Finally..' Emma muttered, breathing out heavily as Derek pulled up the car right in front of her house. Finally, she could eat and rest. Her stomach had been making rumbling sounds since the drive started."We're home.." He said heartily, pressing a button on the dashboard which let the car doors unlock.Emma winced, as she stretched herself a little bit. She really needed to sleep, perhaps before eating. She thought.Looking sideways, she saw that Derek was already out of the car, with her backpack on his shoulders. He was walking towards her side of the car.She watched him still as he stopped at her door, winked at her, before opening it."Won't y
Where did you learn how to cook?" Emma asked Derek, sighing in satisfaction as she ate in relish, the last batch of the spaghetti on her plate.She had watched in awe as he traisped around the kitchen, putting things in order like he was born into it. He had also coached her, as he did the cooking. And now, munching the last of the spaghetti on her plate, she concluded that she preferred his cooking to Clem's; maybe because he was boyfriend. She didn't care though."From my mother." Derek replied, smiling as he watched his mate gubble up the food he had cooked some minutes ago. She hadn't even waited for the food's temperature to go down after its preparation, before asking him to dish out some for her.He was happy that she enjoyed his cooking. He felt lik
Emma watched Derek's eyes glaze over for a second, before re-focusing on her; and she concluded that it was exactly the same look she had seen on Melvina's face back at the cafeteria two days ago, including the faces of the people in the cafeteria.She pondered on the issue, rubbing her fingers on her jaw intermittently. "We're they psychics or mind-readers?" She couldn't just understand the mystery behind the eye glazing. Perhaps, she would ask Derek later; they were dating now, so they shouldn't be hiding things from each other. She thought.With this thought settled in her head, she walked over to Derek who seemed to be looking at her; but who she knew was also spaced out."Derek.." She called, touching him on the chest. This motion snapped his gaze to her immediate
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