"Where's Derek?" Emma asked Clem.
She had turned back to see Clem and the other two guys walk into the house after her, but not Derek. She refused to think on why she was searching him out.
'What's there, if not to trouble him the more'She thought, smiling to herself as she remembered the look on his face when she double tripped him.
"He might be outside" Clem replied, staring at the ceilings of the living room.
'Outside?'Emma thought. She could feel herself boiling up again. She concluded that Derek was a real piece of work.
"What's he doing outside?, can't you see we need more hands here?. She asked Clem, her hands on her waist.
This whole house is in ruins, one of you guys should get him" Emma stated finally.
Clem was perplexed. He couldn't deny that the human girl intrigued him greatly. Looking at her, he could tell that she was fuming, silently. Not wanting to get on her bad side, for he had seen what she was capable of, he asked Leo to get Derek.
After Leo left, Clem turned back to Emma, in a bid to make small talk until Derek arrives.
"Where are you from?" , He asked.
"I'm not from around here." She replied.
"But where..?" Clem queried, getting more curious. The human girl was so secretive, He thought.
" Don't worry about it, I'm not a spy" She said, chuckling.
For a minute, Clem panicked. He thought she might actually have a clue on what they are really are. But then looking intensely at her, he discovered Emma was just making small talk, just being vague as usual, and he got more interested in unraveling her.
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a spy, you got good moves babe! How did you learn that?" Clem inquired, noting the blush that appeared on the new girl's cheeks.
"Dad enrolled me in a martial arts school while I was younger. You know, for protection." Emma replied.
She didn't think he needed to know the truth of how she learnt taekwondo. How she defied her father's orders, sneaking out every night to Mr Tammy's place to learn it.
"Okay, cool" Clem said, looking at her with open admiration. When he saw a speck of dust on her cheek, he thought it an opportunity to feel her skin texture.
Her skin was soft, he thought as he rubbed off the dust from her cheek with his right thumb. And as he watched her closely, he saw a blush taint her cheek, and he smiled.
"Clem, He's here now" Leo said,coming into the room with a still annoyed Derek.
Emma shifted away from Clem, at the sound of Leo's voice. Now noting how close Clem had been to her, and the feel of his thumb on her left cheek, she blushed again.
His touch was sweet, and she had to admit that he was a handsome guy, although Derek was more handsome.
'Wait, did I just think of Derek as the handsomest? No way" Emma said,and scoffed.
She turned back to see Derek looking at her weirdly.
Derek had seen Clem touching Emma's cheek, but had scoffed. Clem is a puppy, He had thought. But when he saw the blush on Emma's face, he was out of it for a second.
His insides tightened, but he had brushed it off as a feeling of resentment for her and betrayal for Clem.
'He shouldn't be fraternizing with that little witch' He thought, as he remembered how she had double tripped him few minutes ago. It got him curious. She's only a human female teenager.
'So where did the strength and skill come from.?'Derek asked himself.
"So how are we gonna do this" Shane asked, holding a vacuum cleaner.
Derek snapped out of his thoughts at Shane's words, and looked around the house properly for the first time.
" Was this a drug house" He shrieked, as he pondered on the colorations on the wall, and the messy furniture.
" Exactly my thoughts, when I met it" the witch,like he termed her replied, like she hadn't tripped him some minutes ago. Derek scoffed.
" Leo call Mike, tell him we need them at No 10 moonway now" Derek said.
"Okay" Leo replied, taking the cell phone and walking out the front porch.
Emma didn't know what to think of that. It was obvious Derek commanded Leo. His voice was..but...well it's best she minds her business. She doesn't know the relationship between the guys.
" You both should start carrying out the furniture, I will check out the kitchen" He said, referring to Shane and Clem, while walking towards the kitchen.
Emma followed him. She didn't know why she did, but she found herself also walking towards the kitchen.
Derek sweared,as he walked into the kitchen. Everything was a mess, from the cupboards to the dirty sink.
"Dirty right?" Emma asked, with a chuckle.
Derek looked at the little witch, and wondered whether she was taunting him or making a statement, for the kitchen was beyond dirty obviously. The knowledge that she might be mocking him,made him cringe and curse silently. If not his father's nonsense punishment, he wouldn't be here cleaning up this mess.
"Cockroaches!!." The little witch screamed and jumped on him.
For a moment, time stood still for Derek.
He had been fast enough to catch her, more of a reflex action. But the feelings that assailed him made him immobile. They were so foreign and unacceptable to him.
Her scent was so intoxicating, a mixture of finely brewed coffee smell, plus chocolate and some sweet flowery he couldn't explain.
"Mate!" Maru said.
"No no" Derek thought. He couldn't have anything to do with this witch. It was cool he could communicate with his wolf since he was 16, a feat that pleased his father much. It was a rare gift, and it was believed that the so wolf would be very powerful. But not this, He can't deal with a human mate. He would wait till he was 18 in a month time for his initiation ceremony, to confirm this. But then, his body had a mind of it's own. He found himself holding her so tightly to himself while stepping around the broken plates on the floor.
Looking down, he found a couple of cockroaches running around, and smiled. The little witch was scared of cockroaches. His smile metamorphosed to a full blown laughter.
This seemed to catch Emma who had found Derek's body more comfortable than her bed for reasons unknown to her. She cursed herself silently, and tapped Derek to drop her, which he did, ungracefully. He dropped her like she was a bag of onions on the floor. She looked up to see him smirking.
"We're even now" He said
Emma cursed again, and tried standing up, but her legs which were sprawled on the floor were numb and couldn't move.
Derek seeing that she was actually hurt, felt bad too. He could feel his wolf annoyance at what he had done. And so he stretched his hand towards her, hoping that she would drop her big pride and take it. She did, to his relief and stood up, staring at him.
They looked at each other intensely,still holding hands until Shane came in.
" The boys are here". He said
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
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
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