Sharp knocks, in quick succession, bustling against the wooden front door woke Emma up. And for a tiny second, she thought she was still in Florida getting cozy on her queen size bed, until her eyes caught two cockroaches playing around on the floor and her back protested in pain at her for lying it against the kitchen table.
She winced, and rubbed her head dejectedly, noting that she had fallen asleep,while thinking about her life, and how she would go about the arrangements that would make sure she gets to the county's university next week. The thoughts now rushing back like a river overflowing its bank still assailed her.
Now thinking on it again, Emma knew that she had to get a work or something that she could do to support herself financially. But for the life of her, She couldn't think of any work she could do, she hadn't worked for money in her entire 17 years life.
Her father had always made sure that she and Amelia didn't lack the cash, no matter how cruel he was to her. A part she had always scored him good in, even though Amelia's weekly expense money was double of hers. But now, Emma thought tiredly, he has freezed her accounts too, after taking away her phone. He had told her that all she needed was already in place, and anything extra would have to be paid by her…
" ..which means he even expected me to work, or how else would I get the money for the extra? Stealing??" Emma muttered to herself sadly.
At least if she had her phone with her, she could make some calls, Emma thought, scratching an itching spot on her hair.
For if she had learnt anything from her father, it was to keep connections. He had always told she and Amelia to make useful friends and keep them around too, no matter what.
"It could be needful to you in the future" He would always say, then he would go off into tales on how he became a rich mogul that even lends money to the government officials. How he made friends that helped him keep climbing the ladder of Fame and wealth.
But then, he took her phone, Emma gnashed her teeth at the thought. She could remember vividly now that she had some friends on I*******m that lived in England, and she was totally sure that one or two of them would have known something about this county.
"But then, he took my phone" Emma said, hitting her hand on the table in annoyance.
The knock came again.
Emma stopped the reverie and muttered a curse, wondering who could be here already. Her sister was far away in Florida, maybe surfing now. And her dad won't be coming here till three months time.
Rubbing her hands on each other, maybe, to dull the pain of hitting one of them on the table, she stood up begrudgingly, wobbling across the kitchen floor, while sighing heavily as she beheld the messy state of the rooms, till she got to the front door, still wondering on who could be at the door. Emma didn't have to wait so long to find out.
She opened the door, to see a very tall handsome guy standing in front of her.
He stood at 6ft and dome inches, with a deep blue eyes. His skin was lightly tanned, and she wondered if a sea was lying around here, because she hadn't seen any while on transit. His hair was richly dark,and tied in a ponytail. A wholesome meal in all. She whistled. If half of the male population in this county were as handsome as the dude in front of her, then this adventure that her father had forced her into wouldn't be too bad, she thought smiling.
Yeah, she always had a thing for tall guys, with dark hair. He was sprouting a beard too, which seemed to be recently trimmed. Emma sighed dreamily.
"Hello" He said, while waving his hands at her face. His face all scrunched up, and his lips upped in disgust.
Emma blinked repeatedly, and clocked her head sideways as she caressed her forehead.
"What's wrong with me?" She thought wistfully.
And looking up to meet the guy's strong gaze, she could see, by the side view that there were other guys too, hot heavily built guys with…
"..wait a minute" , Emma whispered to herself softly.
The guys were carrying cleaning equipments.
"What is happening?, Who had called the cleaning company? She just got here, few hours ago" She thought wildly.
And then she concluded that it could only be her father, and for a second she was completely grateful to him. But she still had to confirm,she thought.
She opened her mouth to ask how and why they came to the house, but the handsome hot guy beat her to it.
"Hello again. I'm Derek, from Peipei Cleaning Company" He said, with a forced smile,that still somehow showed off a set of white dazzling teeth.
But Emma didn't take note of the dazzling teeth as she would have aforetime if meeting a guy for the first time. She had only noticed the forced smile, and she knew for sure that the smile was customary. The normal customer service smile, she thought; but on a forced terrain. And she also believed that Mr Handsome would have preferred to be in a club watching ladies strip than here, talking to her.
"Hello, I'm Emma, and I don't remember calling for a cleaning service" She replied blankly, meeting his gaze stongly.
" Yeah, you didn't, but the owner of the house did" The guy, Derek replied scornfully, like he was talking to a kid sis.
He had watched the girl with dust speckles on her face fawning over him some seconds ago and scoffed inwardly. Humans can be so pathetic he thought. Although her scent was very faint, he could still tell that she was one. But he couldn't understand what she was doing in the area that was reserved specially for the werewolves in this county. He could also see her proud stance now, and he waited in anticipation to hear what she had to say.
But Emma scoffed, loudly.
"I'm the owner of the house, Mr". She stated with a sardonic smile.
Derek was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the tired looking girl in front him, that had been ogling him some seconds ago, and who couldn't be more than 18 years, and scoffed.
" I don't know what you're saying Miss, but Mr Jason called for us. Are you his mistress or his maid? Whichever one you are, just place a call to him to confirm then, we don't have all the day to waste" He said disdainfully.
And then after some seconds, he purred in satisfaction as he saw the drastic change in her proud stance and haughty look as she fully registered what he had said.
The horrid look on the her face pleased him greatly..
He would show her, Derek thought, if she had thought she could look down on him. Humans were so easy to play with.
And so folding his thick hairy arms against his chest , he gave her a daring look, with his lips turned up in a smirk.
Emma was appalled, and for a minute she couldn't move or say anything. The words which Derek had spoken hung heavily on her, it numbed her actually for a minute. Of all the things the stupid jerk could attribute to her; a mistress? And the way he looked at her, like she was some piece of trash. "Hey, are you dumb too??" He asked with a gibe, unfolding his hands from each other. Then removing an imaginary tint from his hair, he looked at her in disgust, from her hair which she knew was cripsy with dust, to her feet which were not faring better either in those tight white tennis shoe. He hissed after the eye travel, and put his hands into the front pockets of his denim jeans, still staring d
"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 her
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.
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