The smiles on the faces of the girls widened when Yodah stepped into the room with Aiden and Julius. Yodah had of course let them know about the presence of the morning visitors, so they hadn't be surprised seeing them lounging and smiling on the sofa, and for one, Julius had already known of Ava's presence, even whilst beneath the ground. "Good morning girls..." The trio greeted, and the girls replied their greetings. Eva's confusion increased the more. She was wondering who were these guys now. She hoped that one of them had no thing already for Emma. The likelihood had her thinning her eyebrows and folding her arms across her chest, her face devoid of a smile. No guy was having Emma apart from her brother. No, not on her watch."Hello, little one.." Yodah greeted, squatting to the height of Eva when he noticed the slight scowl on her face. She hadn't spoken to him either, or responded to their greetings, rather she was glaring at them. He thought that it was because they were stra
Back at the Blue Moon's Pack, the same time:Shane, Curtis and Clem are with Anthony in his room, lounging on his bed, since Derek had refused to see any of them since Emma had left.Rewind to last night at the hall, when Emma had left the hall:When Emma had left the party with the vampires right behind her, Derek had turned around immediately, and had left the party hall, amidst the murmurings that had arisen from the event that had just occurred, and for once, even if it was for one tiny witty second, he didn't look at Claire who had still been sprawled on the ground, with Curtis trying to nurture her into consciousness. That action of him leaving without taking at least a look at his presumed mate, had of course passed the message to most of the party poopers that there was a high likelihood that the duo weren't mates.Alpha Peter had dismissed everyone to their homes, but not before promising the members of his pack an explanation the next day, which was today, about the happenin
Curtis watched the guys deliberate silently in their personal thoughts about the matter at hand, and soughed. He didn't know how he was feeling. Although he was sad that Derek was like this, he still thought the latter stupid. How could he demean his mate like that in front of such a multitude without flinching? He wasn't surprised with Emma's outburst. The girl had always been strong headed. When he had seen her at the party last night, looking all ethereal and beautiful, he had remembered that she had been the same girl he had met at one park one time. He had been trying to toast her then, before his sister had disrupted the act. Then he had thought her the most beautiful human, and it hadn't changed still. And when she had seen thrown his mate far across the room without touching the latter, he had been shocked more than annoyed, aware that the redhead wasn't a human.No matter how he thought on the matter, he knew that something had been at play, a conspiracy. But that still did
There was a deadening silence in the room at Curtis' pronouncement. Clem, for one, was very shocked. His sister had found her mate? How lucky! He thought. So, why had she gone ahead to stay with Derek? Didn't she know of Curtis?"Did you tell her?" Anthony asked, recovering from his own shock. He hadn't seen this piece of news coming. if Curtis was really right, then perhaps, there was at least a way to separate Claire from Derek. That way, there might be hope if Emma sees that Derek is still single. Perhaps, they can tell her the reason for his denial. Perhaps... Anthony sighed, even as he waited on a reply from Curtis. Emma wouldn't make it easy for them. He thought, remembering that she had said that she didn't want to see any of them."Yes, I did..." Curtis muttered, looking crestfallen all of a sudden, an outlook which already told the guys in the room what might have transpired between the duo. Clem broke the haze first."She rejected you??" He asked, the tempo of his voice risi
There was a deadening silence in the room at Curtis' pronouncement. Clem, for one, was very shocked. His sister had found her mate? How lucky! He thought. So, why had she gone ahead to stay with Derek? Didn't she know of Curtis?"Did you tell her?" Anthony asked, recovering from his own shock. He hadn't seen this piece of news coming. if Curtis was really right, then perhaps, there was at least a way to separate Claire from Derek. That way, there might be hope if Emma sees that Derek is still single. Perhaps, they can tell her the reason for his denial. Perhaps... Anthony sighed, even as he waited on a reply from Curtis. Emma wouldn't make it easy for them. He thought, remembering that she had said that she didn't want to see any of them."Yes, I did..." Curtis muttered, looking crestfallen all of a sudden, an outlook which already told the guys in the room what might have transpired between the duo. Clem broke the haze first."She rejected you??" He asked, the tempo of his voice risi
Lucille's fear for the beautiful man right above her, was being pushed aside by the heated tenderness of his mouth, by the gentleness in his caressing hands. He carelessly shoved the sheet that has been covering her nakedness down, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Hot. He was so hot she could not stand the feel of the thin sheet on her heated hips, twisting around her legs. Her hands were tangled in his thick hair, crushing it in her fingers like so much silk. His shirt was open to his tapered waist, his hard muscles pressing against her soft breasts. The rough, dark hair on his chest rasped erotically over her nipples. A wave of heat heralded a storm of fire, through him, through her. Lucille's hands, of their own accord, pushed his shirt from his wide shoulders. She watched with enormous eyes as he slowly shrugged out of it, his silver gaze holding her gray ones captive. She was drowning in those pale, mesmerizing eyes. Eyes filled with such intensity, with so much hun
Dream continuation: The man's body moved over hers, hard and hot, his strength enormous, but his hands were tender as he cupped her head in one palm. His knee inserted itself very gently between hers to give him access to her. Lucille, still rippling with the aftershocks of her climax, was barely aware of the weight of him pinning her down, once more making her vulnerable and open to him. He took the advantage while he had it, pressing intimately into her entrance. She was slick with need, hot, tight, and velvet soft. He felt her gasp at his invasion, and he paused to allow her body an opportunity to adjust to his size. She was holding her breath, waiting for the terrible, tearing pain. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she made a small sound of protest against the weight of his chest. But she felt only ripples of fire, a storm of intense pleasure washing over her, consuming her. "Relax, Lucille. Relax for me. You were meant for me, created for me. And I was created for you."
Dream continuation: The man stood up and stretched, a lazy ripple of muscles that made her want to claw out his eyes. "It is not your mother. You are mine, Lucille, and it is my duty to protect you in any way I see fit. These vampire friends of Legardo are after something, and I think they are not alone. I believe they have drawn in more of them. I will call out to my twin who is also here in the county, and he is a good hunter, but I think these renegades are following you." He said. He dressed with fluid efficiency and casual grace. "I am not in the habit of explaining myself. I have made a concession to you in doing so. Choose now how you will proceed." He added."I refuse your claim on me," Lucille answered in the only way he allowed her to communicate. "I will take my refusal to our people and plead with them for the mercy you evidently don't have in you. I will not be tied to you! She shrieked. He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glitt
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