Maya held in her bouts of laughter to avoid a query from the lecturer and weird looks from her fellow students, as she witnessed what had just happened between her cousin and his mate.
Although she understood that he had been trying to placate his mate's anger towards him, she still found the move lame and funny. What she had found funnier was the aloof but slightly stubborn look on the human's face. She knew that the human girl had known what was going on, and that was why she had used her left hand which had been on her thigh to submit her script.
She had observed the human as she wrote, and she knew for a surety, that the red head wasn't left handed; she had used her left hand to submit her sheet, to thwart her mate's advances.
But it seemed her cousin didn't notice; he had just
Emma blinked her eyes twice, as she heard Maya's call. She had been too focused on the Blondie that had attacked her in the fill up eatery, that she had almost missed out on her friend's call."Yeah." She finally replied, her eyes still watching the Blondie as she spoke in little tones with the professor. Emma wished there was a way she could listen into their conversation."Who is she?" Maya asked, casting furtive glances at her and the Blondie intermittently."She is Claire. I think your cousin would give you a better run down on her, since they both seem close." She said, bitting her lips in anger as she remembered the incident that had happened on her first day in school, when Derek had called her a dummy when he had thought that she wasn't around.
Claire withheld herself from stomping her foot in annoyance and anger as she took a seat at the other end of the classroom; nearly regretting why she had told her father to put her in college. He had been suprised, but had still worked itShe almost bit off her lips in anger, as she watched the human chattering away with Maya, Derek's cousin, while he just sat there operating whatever on his phone; a blank look on his face like he hadn't just humiliated her some minutes ago.She balked in anger, as she heard some mutterings from the students around her; her wolf hearing was still in development since she hadn't turned yet."Good for her.""She thought she could just come in on the first day and win Most handsome. "
As the last class for the day came to an end, Emma sighed in relief as she watched the professor leave the class. She didn't know college was too demanding."What next?"She heard Maya asked, and shrugged."Nothing really. But I have work." She said, packing up her books. She had to be at the cafe in the next thirty minutes, and she wasn't sure yet if Derek was dropping her off.Damn him for being so handsome. She thought, as she sneaked a glimpse at him. He was also packing up."Work? You work?" Maya asked, as she put her last book inside her backpack. She was done packing."Yeah, I work part time at a cafe." Emma said
The sharp opening and banging of the door shut caused Clem to look up from his still life drawings with a trenchant look. When he noticed that it was his sister, fuming with an unexplained anger, he sighed. Something must have set her up; and if his thoughts were nearly correct, it must have something to do with Derek."Claire..Hey." He greeted her with a bored look, before casting his gaze down to his drawings, putting some finishing touches on his artwork. He had always loved to draw, especially when he was alone, or whenever he wanted to think through something, or let out some emotions.At a time he had drawn Maya.He had been 10 years old then, with a crazy crush on the blue-eyed Blondie.When he had given it to her as a gift on her
For a minute after his sister's sudden question, Clem was mute. He didn't know what to say that would get him out of the impending doom that was about to happen. He knew his sister quite well, and knew that she would throw a no small fit if she ever sees what he had drawn."Clem..." Claire called tentatively, now getting curious about her brother's drawing. What had he drawn now, that was making him skeptical and recluctant to display it to her.Did he draw Maya again? She thought.She remembered that the first time he had drawn the Blondie which was Derek's cousin, she had gone berserk; and had torn the drawing into peices, not minding the horrid and hurt look which had appeared on his face. But he had still drawn it again, this time around in her absence, and had given it to her first e
Maya stared unblinkingly at the array of makeup tools on Emma's dressing table, and mused. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen such arrangement, or the last time she had dolled up her face. Well, it seems her new friend was a core fan of the make up industry; she would have called her a fanatic for this, but then she remembered that since the past two days they've been communicating both in school and at work, she hadn't seen a touch of make up on the her face except for the shade of pink lipgloss on her lips."Maya!!" Emma called, as she strotted into the room, gaining the attention of the former."What are you doing? You haven't dressed up yet?" She asked in bewilderment, staring at the Blondie standing just in front of her dressing table."Well.." Maya stuttered, feeling a
Emma watched as Maya gave her a look over for the umpteenth time since she wore the black netty diamond studded gown that her sister had gifted her on her last birthday, and sighed. She felt hinky about her friend's look over."Maya….say something." She drawled."I'm lost of words." Maya replied, her face clothed with awe and honesty as she voiced her opinions."A good lost of words or a bad lost of words." Emma asked, earning a burst of laughter from Maya."What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She said, still laughing."I don't know. You weren't saying anything." Emma replied with a shrug, still standing at attention, waiting for the approval of
Derek dropped another awe-stricken look on Emma as he drove towards the party venue, negligent of the amused look on his cousin's face, and a skeptical one on his gamma's face."Derek honey, drive.." Emma said, battling her eyelashes at her drooling boyfriend whom she thought looked so dashing in a three piece suit.She had caught him stealing glances at her; she liked it so much but she also wanted to get to the party in one piece.She smiled, as she watched him gulped into nothing, before looking ahead.Taking a glimpse at the rearview mirror, she saw Maya giving her a thumbs up, to which she blushed at. She could feel their closeness getting deeper; and they had just met two days ago.'Tha
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