“That’s...interesting.” Melvina muttered, obviously stupefied. She couldn’t believe that Ava was mated with a vampire. Was that even possible? How could the goddess do such? Didn’t she know that Agrip wouldn’t be okay with this? Why mate the girl to a creature of more than a thousand years of age, when there were a lot of handsome boys her age? “Are you sure he is the one?” She asked, not entirely believing the whole story. For all she knew, the man had compelled Ava’s feelings towards him. And worse, vampires don’t really have souls and their hearts were blackened with hate and fury. So, how is it possible that one of them should be a mate to one of her favorite people? She most likely wouldn’t allow it.“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” Ava replied, seeing the unsurety and unbelief in the Luna’s eyes, deciding then not to tell her parents about it until she came of age in a month's time. She wouldn’t want them biting her head off, especially her mother, nor wou
“So, Derek...when are you going to see Emma?” Maya asked, returning to the most important topic on ground, decidedly crossing her legs on each other.“Now.” Derek replied, dropping a smiling Eva on the spot next to him on the bed, before standing up. He strengthened his polo, inhaling deeply. This was it. He thought, putting his right hand in the right front pocket of the denim jeans he was wearing.He looked around, taking in the expressions of those in the room with him and sighed. They were all wishing him good luck, and believed that he would do this best on his own. But didnt they know that he needed backup, kind of. He almost scoffed at himself. He was acting like a pussy now. An Alpha of a pack looking for back up to win back the love of his life? What a joke. He thought, giving a curt nod to the whole occupants of the room before walking towards the door. But just before he got to the door, the door was pushed open and his male friends came in. Oh, what was the problem again?
When Derek stepped into his father’s room, he took his lips in as he beheld his father’s frail nature on the bed. How had he deteriorated to this in a twinkle of an eye? His father had been full of life last night when he had last seen him. So, what was this? What was happening? Beside his father on the bed, was his mother trying unsuccessfully to control her emotions. Tears were already seeping out her eyes in one or twos. It was only a matter of time of seeing her mate in this condition and she was going to let open the gates. He knew his mother enough, and of course he didn’t blame her. He would be unable to stop the train of his tears if he should see his little witch besotted with such a situation. Looking at his father this way was very unnerving. He walked further into the room, aware that Maya was by one corner of the room, holding Eva on her lap, comforting her. His little sister shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be seeing their father this way. With an eye gesture, he commu
Derek fell to the ground, feeling his own tears begin to flow. Twenty eight hours?He was about asking his mother about Jack's final input when Anthony stalked into the room."Derek, what are you doing sitting on the ground?" Anthony asked, disappointment flashing across his eyes in a nanosecond. Although Peter wasn't his biological father, he had always seen the Alpha as the father he never had. And even though his heart broke at the frail sight of the man who had trained him since he was young and had impacted in him most of the things that he knew now, he still wasn't happy with Derek's misconduct. The elders of the council wouldn't be happy seeing his brother on the floor wailing like a woman. Yes, his father was unwell. But Derek should be looking for solutions, not wailing like the Luna. He had come here to see him and talk about what they could do to save the situation, he too, not ready to lose their father, but Derek had fallen his hands(a phrase to mean that he had disappoin
When Derek and Anthony strolled across the room, out to the well lighted passageway, they met Agrip coming towards them, and in his hand was a walking stick. They both furrowed their eyebrows, the same thought running through their minds, wondering since when did the old man need a third leg to walk. Agrip was one of the oldest men in the pack, yes, but he was one of the strongest elders, and he looked younger than his age. With all his study, he never even had cause to use spectacles, so why the stick? Did he have an accident? But before they both could open their mouths to ask him these questions going on in their minds, the old man raised up his stick at them, signaling them to shut up and to stop walking."Good afternoon Agrip." They both greeted, and Agrip nodded slowly, trailing his eyes over them, especially Derek. He had a somber expression on his face."We need to talk." Agrip started, and Anthony piqued his eyebrow as he turned a bit to stare at Derek who just shrugged. Obvi
"The witch is Leonarya then." Derek finally broke the silence in the passageway, feeling his heart constrict at the mention of the name which seemed to have been a source of constant terror in his life since he had met his little witch, Emma. It had started that fateful day they had gone into the forest with Maya to find the springs, only to lose sight of Maya and fall into the hands of a phantom. That had been the beginning of the train of misfortune. But of course he couldn't attach this to Emma. she was his mate, and he had already done enough harm to her."Since the poison was done by a powerful witch, does it mean that it cannot be undone, or can another witch destroy the potency of the poison?" Anthony asked, seeing that Derek was still battling with emotions, especially anger, to talk."Perhaps. But the other witch should have an idea of what the poison is. I don't think any witch will have that…except…" Agrip cocked his head to one side, letting his statement hang in the air.
This chapter is dedicated to all my faithful followers. I love you all. I'm back fulltime, for good this time around. Expect daily updates. And I'm not kidding around this time around. Just keep the votes coming.*Enjoy the read!***Derek bit his lips, increasing his working pace as he walked swiftly down the hall, almost breaking out in a run but for the Anthony and Agrip that were right behind him.Whilst he wondered how he would go about talking to Emma and asking her for help after his unfairness toward her, his ears picked on the conversation that was going on between Anthony and Agrip.And of course, they were both discussing, or rather Anthony was filling the old man in on the events of the pack since the latter's absence. And when he heard Anthony mention about his drunk incident and Maya's interference, he couldn't help but call Anthony a loud mouth.'Since when did the guy start talking this much?' He muttered to himself, biting his lower lip again, wondering what Agrip wou
Recap:When Derek saw that Caden was just breathing in and out in anger, he notably sighed before continuing his next statement."Caden, there are more important issues this pack has than crowning a Luna. My father is on a deathbed, and our pack has been attacked. Your inability to separate work from family would not be of help to us on this matter. I suggest you go back home and take a rest. Your son is here after all, and he is my beta. Shaw(Shane’s father) will fill me in on what i need to know about the attack." He said, slipping his left hand ino the left front pocket of his trousers."Derek, you might be the Alpha but you can’t…" Caden was saying, taking a step toward Derek, when Derek cut him short."That was an order Caden. Go home." Derek commanded, using his Alpha tone, all traces of amusement gone.Story Now:Caden, unable to refute the command of an Alpha, despite the age differences between them, turned around in a fit of rage and walked aggressively down the hall, not tu
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