Derek is so hooked on Emma ... Gosh! I can't even bare to seperate them. Can I get a review?
The café was filled to the capacity, Derek noticed, of males, rather than females. Good, he had followed his little witch. He thought. He watched the café owner thank and blush at Shane for the umpteenth time and shook his head. The woman had been so glad for the extra helping hand. She had even offered to pay them to come every day, but he had declined politely, avoiding his little witch's eyes. He knew that she had wanted him to agree to the woman's proposal. He would have, if he wasn't turning 18 next tomorrow. But he understood that the woman was a true business woman. She had noticed that the number of her customers had increased with their presence, and so had wanted to retain them. Bad, she couldn't. She should just enjoy the extra sales for today.He knew that the guys were here because of Emma, her scent was still penetrating. Even as he served tables, he cracked his head on how to hide her from his father.The female folk well, was here because of he and his two friends."
Emma stared skeptically at the girl whom she had thought was the leader of the clique from yesterday. The latter was staring at her too, her face blank of any emotions. What was the problem this time around? She thought, as she watched the girl stroll up to where she was standing. Derek was still standing beside her. "Can we talk outside for a minute?" The girl asked, not even sparing her boyfriend a glance. "You can say whatever you want to say here, Miss." Derek commented, before she could say anything in reply. "I wasn't speaking to you wolf, and stop acting like she is your mate, or is she?" The girl asked, looking at her boyfriend now. Wolf? Mate? What the hell is that suppose to mean? She had heard mate a couple of times since she had come to this county, but had relegated it as a term for dating couples or something like babe and all those romantic shits, but wolf? That was a first. "You came here to speak with me, and not to exchange words or insult my boyfriend." She f
Derek's heart beat faster in fear, as he watched Emma stare up at him with eyes opened so wide.Had she connected the dots already?He swore that he will hunt down the witch and kill her if his little witch ran away from him, because of her loud mouth.Earlier, when the witch girl had made that statement that had implicated his identity, he had run stiff, his beta and his gamma too.His beta had told him to slap the witch girl shut.But he couldn't have done that, it would have attracted more attention to them.But seeing the much-shocked face of his mate now, he wished he had.At least, she would have counted it as him defending his pride against a girl that had called him a wolf.He should have. He thought, beating himself up.His inability to had done so, had only served to solidify the girl's claim, and then he had been in a hurry to see her out, forgetting that his mate was intuitive just like his mother.Oh, goddess help me. He thought. He was in huge trouble.His mother would k
Derek cussed, as he heard the offer of the witch girl. He might kill off the small girl at this rate. She couldn't be more than 18 years. "No, I'm not." Emma replied, and Derek soughed in relief. "Just tell me why you are here." She stated, drowning her curiosity. Of course, she was interested in the girl's side of story on why she was scenting this way that seemed to cause the guys to drool at her but she had a feeling that it will come at a steep price. She wasn't ready for that. She would have to accept that she was scenting this way either because of the bottled liquid that Maya had given her or because of the fact that she had slept with Derek, a werewolf. And she wasn't still sure about his werewolf origin yet. "Oh, okay. If you say so." The girl replied, her face turning serious then, the smirk and sly smile totally disappearing. "Where is my aunt? What happened to her?" She asked. Emma laughed then, an avenue to let the threatening tears flow. It made her remember the l
It was 4:05pm now. Emma bit her lips, as she checked the time on the silvery watch band on her left hand. "She is not coming." Esther stated, frankly. "She has been kidnapped." "And how are you sure of that?" Derek asked her. They had gone into the café after the decision to wait, and had come out immediately the time had reached 3pm. He had conveyed the present issue to his gamma and beta, and although they were skeptical about waiting on a witch, they had stayed and kept on serving tables. "The house was in disarray when I came back from classes today." Esther replied; her voice laden with sadness. Who had taken her aunt? "Any ideas on who might have done that? Anyone your aunt has issues with?" Emma asked, also frantic with worry. Her only hope of getting answers to her questions had disappeared. Who must have taken Margo? "Not that I know. The only thing that I am sure of that can cause her abduction is you." Esther stated, staring contemptuously at Emma. She had a st
Derek mind-linked Clem and Shane that he would be following his mate to go to the witch's house. There was no way he would be letting his mate out of his sight."Be careful." They both said to him through their mind link after her had finished recounting the details of the whole matter to them. Like him, they were skeptical about the witch. Witches were sly and devious. It was in their nature, no matter how good that some of them claim to be.Walking behind his little witch as they trolled behind the witch down the road, he stopped in his movement as he saw Anthony's car speeding towards them.His mother was here. He didn't know whether he should be happy or glad about that.The car came to halt beside them.Anthony and his mother stepped out of the car, from their respective sides.He saw Anthony widen his eyes as he stared at Emma, and then still his nose the next second. He was sure that his adopted brother was fighting against the sexual intoxicating scent.His mother just stared
Emma knew that Melvina was annoyed with her for keeping her meet up with Margo from her, but she didn't feel much guilty about it, especially after knowing their big secret. The woman was in the game of secrets too. "Where are you guys going then?" Melvina asked, shifting her attention to her son and the witch girl. "We were about going to Esther's house to search around for clues." Derek replied. "Okay, I see then. Where is Shane and Clem?" Melvina asked, looking around the environs as if she would spot the duo if she did. "They are still in the café." Derek replied. "Hmm…okay…this is what happens now. Emma, you will go back to the café and stay with Clem and Shane, while I and Derek and Anthony, with Esther will check out her house for clues." Melvina stated. "I'm going." Emma commented. Nothing was going to stop her from her doing so. She had to be there. Who knows? She might find out something that the others, perhaps, won't be able to find. "No, you are not." Melvina deadp
Esther's house was just a normal bungalow, like Emma's. Melvina thought, as she stepped out from the car with the others. It was even of the same color; white. "Lead the way." She told the witch girl, who just glanced at her for a few seconds before turning away and walking up the steps that led to the front porch. She watched keenly as the girl took out a key from her trousers' back pockets, and slide it into the keyhole. She was already taking steps forward with her two sons towards the porch, when all of a sudden, the girl was pushed through the air with so great a force, that she landed way behind them on her butt, groaning and grunting in pain. Immediately, she ran towards her, bending on her knee and checking her out, aware that her sons were now at alert. What has caused that? "Are you okay? Esther…" She called, while checking to see if there was a major injury on the girl's body. She seemed fine, except that she was groaning in pains, whilst holding her hand and waist at
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