Shane watched the duo in front of him spring apart at his voice, and smiled. He remembered they were holding hands when he walked into the kitchen and concluded that this would be the beginning of an interesting affair, which he would be delighted to watch. He couldn't wait to see his soon to be alpha smitten over a human girl, although he couldn't help but wonder whether she was his mate or he was just attracted to her. Whichever one, he hasn't ever looked at a girl twice, so this drama would be too sweet to miss, Shane concluded.
He had watched her trip Derek, and the look on Derek's face when Clem touched her. And one thing he was so sure about was that, the girl intrigued Derek. Damn! She intrigued him too. She had looked so hot when she performed that acrobatics on Derek. So hot.
Looking at them now, both scratching their necks nervously, he chuckled.
When Derek heard Shane chuckling, he cursed silently as he knew that Shane wouldn't let him be when they got home. His gamma was a damn teaser.
He looked at Emma to see her staring at the ceilings. If he didn't know what had happened earlier between them, he would have thought she was really interested in the ceilings. But he knew, and he was again intrigued by this strange girl.
No other girl has caught his fancy, maybe because they were all busy fawning over him. He had never dated, just flings here and there. But the new human girl, Emma, intrigued him. He even feels weird around her, and Maru even confirms her as his mate.
"But Father wouldn't approve this" Derek muttered to himself. Knowing that although the mate bond was something honorable, his father might ask him to reject her, because she's a human. He wouldn't want a weak mate for the pack. They had a lot of upcoming battles to fight, especially with the White wind pack, and a human Luna might be a liability instead of a help to him.
Emma looked down from the ceilings that she had suddenly found interesting to see Derek mutter continuously to himself, and wished she could know what was going in his mind. She watched how his lips moved, and for a second there was an alien thirst within her to taste it. It was an impulse, but a strong one.
"No no," Emma muttered. The guy was a jerk. There's no way it could happen.
But in no time at all, her eyes found its way to Derek's lips. And this time around, his eyes caught hers, and she looked elsewhere. Damn those deep blue eyes, Emma cursed silently. His eyes were the deepest shade of blue she had ever seen.
She looked up to see Shane still chuckling, and thought she was doubly doomed. Now some one else caught in on the tension. Fucking great! Emma muttered.
" Derek, what are you saying? Should we start up " He had asked.
"Yeah, there's a lot to be done" Derek replied.
Emma wondered what she would be doing as the guys worked, she didn't know how to clean. But Derek saved her from the uncomfortable thought plaguing her.
"Emma, you could take a stroll around, just get around to know the place, and maybe get us some food if you're not cold-hearted" He had said, with a funny look on his face, obviously taunting her.
Emma loved the way her name sounded on his lips, and maybe that was why she had bit back her reply, which she knew would be so sacarstc, and just replied in affirmative. This seemed to suprise him, Emma noticed. Taking in his widened eyes and scrunched up eyebrows, she smiled, a little. It felt so good knocking him off the balance.
She skipped around the broken plates on the floor and left the two guys in the kitchen, knowing fully well that they were watching her keenly as she went. This made her nervous, and she faltered on her steps as she walked towards the master bedroom, where she had kept her purse when she was touring the room on her arrival to the house earlier.
As she went, she whispered greetings to the new guys that came around to help. They responded to her greetings with looks of open curiousity. A look, she noticed on Derek's face earlier, including Clem, and she wondered why. But they were all handsome,she thought, but not more handsome than…
'No no,' Emma rubbed her forehead.
"You shouldn't be thinking of him like that, he's the enemy" She peptalked herself as she went, but her mind had its own will. 'His lips,his voice, his strength as he held her, his… no no," Emma mused, cutting of her thought.
"The new human girl is quite beautiful and unpredictable. Don't you think so?" Shane queried Derek, as Emma left.
" Yeah, she is" Derek muttered. He had been so sure of a comeback from her when he had indirectly called her a cold hearted. But she had just replied in affirmative. He wondered what stopped her, and realized in a jerking speed, that he had wanted her comeback so much.
"She's so intriguing too. Don't you think so?" Shane continued smiling.
" Yeah" Derek replied. He knew that Shane wouldn't give up, and could easily tire him out if he doesn't reply.
"Do you think she is a spy? You know this area is only reserved for us. Would you tell your father?" Shane asked worriedly now.
Derek looked up at his friend, and affirmed thoughtfully that it would be a problem if his father finds out that a human was staying around the area reserved for werewolves specially. And suprisingly he didn't want the little witch to face his father's questioning gaze, he felt protective of her.
"That's because she's our mate" Maru said tiredly.
"I don't know that. But I will, in a month time" He thought back.
" But I've already confirmed it. You would rather wait till you're 18 in a month time? What of if someone else claims her then? Perhaps another human? Maru asked
The thought of another guy with the little witch made Derek growl.
"Hey, why are you growling?" Shane asked, walking closer to him.
" Nothing, just thought of something" Derek replied, suprised that he had actually growled loudly.
"What? You thought of her and Clem right?" Shane asked, smiling.
Derek scoffed.
" Clem wouldn't dare" He said, now growling again unknowingly.
" You like her then" Shane commented with a smirk
"Yes I…" Derek paused, and glared at Shane who was now walking out of the kitchen laughing. He roughed his hairs widely, and cursed himself silently, for he knew deep down that the new girl had already laid a hold on his heart. He liked her. The acknowledgement of this made him curse again.
"Traitor heart" He muttered, as he walked out of the kitchen.
Emma met Clem surveying the master bedroom, with his two hands in the back pockets of his denim jeans, as she walked in. His back was towards her, and she had to admit; he was really a fine specimen, with a nice ass. She knew that Clem liked her already. His eyes had looked dreamy when he had brushed the dirt off her face. Emma thought she liked him too, she felt comfortable around him; unlike someone with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Derek made her insides tingle. She feels so nervous whenever she's around him, her body temperature running up each time. Time had stopped for her, when she had jumped on him while running away from those damn cockroaches.
The Moon Park street smelled of whistling pine and natural vegetative flavors. Emma loved it. She has been strolling for almost an hour, walking from one block to another, appraising the beautiful bungalowish houses she has been seeing; and completely liked the fact that she could breathe freely without inhaling a scent of coffee, or perfume, or a mixture of junk and fried foods. The air was very free. As she strolled down the fifth block, she saw a row chair in front of a pale yellow house, which had the same design as her now house few blocks away; though this one was the neat version of hers. Emma stopped walking, then mused at the thought. She has her own house, at 17. 'What a fast-trek', she thought. &n
Emma could see that gaze again. It was the same gaze she had seen in the eyes of the boys earlier when they had seen her at first; and she got really curious. " Can't you talk or what.." The woman queried, seemingly getting tired of repeating her questions. " I'm Emma, and I live down the street" Emma replied looking at the woman. But she couldn't keep the eye contact for long. Rubbing her hands together, she looked elsewhere, at the gmelina trees; because for some reasons, unknown to her, she felt cold under the woman's gaze. "You live here??" The woman asked, her voice tinted with a note of confusion and suprise. Emma grasping that, looked up at the stranger. She could see the widening of the woman's e
The warmth of the sun rays on this mountainous scape, made Emma wish fervently that she had dropped off her brown coat in the house; as she felt the pool of sweat that had formed between the layers of her breasts. Her thin white polo was also slightly soaked, and they haven't gotten to the restaurant yet. She mused tiredly at the thought, and prayed silently, earnestly in her heart that they should get to the restaurant quickly. Her stomach was already making grumpling sounds. Trudging down the grassy path with Melvina, Emma wondered at her agility, while neglecting the stares she was getting from the people that stood at the West end of the road, purchasing clothes. "I didn’t know that the restaurant is this far.." She said rubbing her hands together, stopping f
The cloying smell of freshly baked cookies, hamburger and fries engulfed Emma as a hug, assailing her nostrils in a pleasant way as Melvina and she, stepped into the eatery. Her stomach grumbled in approval, as she breathed in the wholesome smell in relish. She couldn't wait to eat. "Let's go." Melvina said, holding her hand, and whisking her to the one of the tables. "Here, sit" She said, as they got to the first table closer to the window. Emma sat down excitedly, while rubbing her hands together. The cafeteria seemed to be cold, an odd opposition of the weather outside. " What will you have?." Melvina asked her, smiling.
Claire cussed as she heard Melvina's voice. Throwing her hands behind her back, she bent her heads in a bid to look sorry, while thinking inwardly of a hundred ways to deal ruthlessly with the human. "Claire, didn't you hear my question?. What happened??" Melvina asked, getting pissed off at the beta's daughter already. "Lu.." Claire tried saying, but Melvina cut her off through the pack link. "Ma, would be preferable" Melvina had said, through the link. "Oh.." Claire's mouth opened, then closed, after she tried assessing the situation. Emma noticed the motions made by the eyes of the two females, One in a commanding way, the other subdued; but sh
CHAPTER 12 A sense of accomplishment enveloped Derek, as he stared around the big white-painted bedroom in content. The bedroom now looked heavenly with its interior all cleaned up, changed and furnished; a sharp contrast to its former muddled state. ‘The little witch is lucky.’ He thought, running his hands over the dark blue silky bed sheets, which accentuated the beauty of the king sized bed, one of the many things that Mr Jason, had made available to them for the furnishing of the house. Turning aside for a moment from the beautiful sight in front of him, and facing the window, Derrick pondered again on who the little witch was, and who Mr Jason is really. It was obvious to him that they were both humans, rich too, but he couldn’t understand how they still got a place in Moonway street, that’s apart from the weird fact that a father could send his daughter to this part of the continent alone. No matter how he tried to think of a reason
Derek just shrugged his shoulders at Shane’s question, while biting off his nails in deep thought. ‘Where could the little witch be?’ He thought interminably, not taking note of the abrasive looks on the faces of his two companions in the sitting room. ‘’Derek!!’’ Shane shouted, getting pissed off already at the shade of aloofness he was seeing on his alpha’s face. He had noticed earlier, the tension between Derek and Clem since the human girl came around, but then he couldn’t understand, couldn’t pinpoint exactly, why the arrival of ‘she’ had to cause a rift between his two closest friends. Although he was definitely happy that Derek had been thoroughly affected by a girl for the first time, he didn’t want it to be a cause of dispute between Clem and him. The pack didn’t need an alpha that is at loggerheads with his beta. They had to sort out their issues, whatever it is, now. ‘’Yeah, what is it?’’ Derek asked, still biting his nails inte
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