"Mom!!" Eva screamed, bashing her knuckle on her parents' door, her chest moving up and down as she panted heavily. She casted sharp looks behind her, afraid that perhaps the monster who had possessed her brother would come after her. When she heard the door unlocking, she inhaled deeply to calm her over-sensitive self down. "Eva…" She heard her mother call, and immediately hugged Melvina who was a bit surprised at the vigor of her little daughter. Right behind her was her mate, who was also staring at Eva with confused eyes. Why had the girl awoken them? "Mom…" Eva stammered, disengaging from the tight hug so that she could tell her mother what was happening. "C'mon baby, talk to me. what is that? Why are you crying?" Melvina asked calmly, although watching her daughter wipe off unending tears from her eyes whilst struggling to say something was disheartening. "Derek…" Eva stuttered, now hiccupping. Her overwhelming emotions weren't allowing her to talk comfortably. "What
Anthony suspired, looking at the beast. The being no longer looked like Derek. His face had metamorphosed into an ugly state. A sticky liquid like saliva was dripping from its mouth. There were two horns on his head, and other smaller ones all over his body. His former fair handsome face was also darkened and twisted on some parts. Terribly ugly. He thought."Then let him surface." He said, even as he heard the blue flame minister to him."I don't want to." The monster said."Make me." He added, tightening his fists as he geared up for a fight."Oh sure. I will." Anthony said with a smirk, ignoring the advice of Alpha Peter in his mind to stand down. The blue flame and the energy within him had already told him what to do, and that's exactly what he would do. He wasn't going allow this demon take over his brother. Not wasting anymore time, he threw a ball of blue lightening to the beast but the abnormaly which had been expecting the move, shifted to the other side of the room at a ve
Meanwhile at the witches' community, the same time:Emma was dreaming.The dream had her clenching and opening her legs in reality, as she sought relief someway and somehow.It was erotic."I can feel your hunger beating at me." Derek's voice was soft, seductive. His hands came down on her shoulders, moved lightly down her arms, traced the sweeping line of her back to her waist. Bare satin skin. He caressed the small of her back, the line of her hips beneath the gossamer skirt she was wearing, moved his hands around to trace her buttocks - to find she wore nothing beneath the filmy material. His breath caught in his throat, molten lava moving through his blood, spreading heat and fire to pool low in a hard, throbbing ache. She leaned into him, tilting her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat, thrusting her breasts upward invitingly as she reached back to circle his neck with one arm.He needed the feel of her mouth on him, the erotic sensation of her sharing the es
Aiden flew into his house, through one of the many windows, as an owl. He had just finished feeding from the fourth person in a row.The time was 5:30am.Grunting, he shifted to his masculine self before trudging into his room. He needed to sleep in the way of his people, not on some kind of fluffy bed. Getting to his room, he located the tiger foot mat placed at the middle of the room, and bent as he got to it.He removed the cotton material, to reveal a locked secret door.He had a secret basement located beneath the wooden floor where he had stored soil which his brother had brought from home. And it was exactly what he needed now. The soil.Ever since he had found out that the redhead, his lifemate, had been tainted by a werewolf, he hadn't been himself.Yesterday was the worst. He had felt that his heart was about to be torn away from its position. He was confused whether it was because of the pain he was feeling or because the redhead was in trouble.He had disregarded the lat
Aiden had no intention of binding her to him actually, but every instinct in him, everything he was, forced the words out of his soul so that their hearts were one as they were meant to be. Their souls were finally united, their minds one.But she was not Emma, but looked so much like her, even spoke like her.Or was this her in the nearest future?He didn't know. He was confused.She even allowed his words and the hot strength of his possession to calm her. Her body seemed to melt around his. He took them higher, bending his head to lap at her nipple, his hands cupping her small bottom possessively. She threw back her head, her hair flowing around them, over them, brushing their bare skin so that their flesh burned. She felt as if she truly was where she belonged. She felt wild and free. She felt like a part of him, his other half. He moved harder, deeper, turning so that he could lay her half across the end of the bed, so he could drive them closer and closer to the edge. He felt h
6:30am, Zipfarah's Palace."Emma, you can't be seen anywhere out of these walls..." Prescott tried to advise Emma for the umpteenth time. She was bending down to fix the lace of the tennis shoes which Lily had brought for her some minutes ago. They were all preparing to meet the Queen. She had called for a royal meeting, which also involved the elders."Prescott, I have to go. He is in trouble." She said, standing up from the bed, as she was done with her dress up. Her eyes stretched far to the horizon of the door, seeking to see Lily or her twin, but her expectations were cut off.Where were they?She needed to be in inner court with the queen, before those elders stomped in. She feared that if she got in any late, they might start up their bantering again which had the ability to take over the whole day."He is a werewolf. You are a human. Of what help could you possibly be to him?" Prescott asked, finding her reply ludicrous."I don't know Prescott. I don't know. I just have a stro
6:30am, Blue Moon's PackDerek stirred on his bed, as he felt his body undergoing some changes which made him uncomfortable even in his dream.Yes, he was dreaming again.He was talking with a woman.He was sure that he hadn't seen her before."We will commence our operations today. You remember what you ought to do eh?" The woman clothed in black apparel all over asked him.He found himself nodding.And then he knew that the woman wasn't actually talking with him, but to the beast within him."And don't play around like you did some hours ago. I didn't ask you to kill the little girl. As a matter of fact, I have some plans for her. So, don't touch her. Don't touch anyone of them, until I ask you to do so." She stated, and he shrugged."I was hungry." He said, or rather the beast said through him." You know that human meal does nothing for me. You know how blood is essential to our kind. I am weak without it." He pointed out." Well, if you were, you should've gone out to hunt for so
Zipfarah's Palace: 6:50am"Emma, wait up! Prescott do something!" Lily shouted, as she ran after Emma who had left the room when they had been talking about the upcoming carnival; a discussion that had been meant to stall Emma who had been pacing in impatience some minutes ago.But it seems that she had discovered their plans, and had run out of the room, before they could scream bingo!"I said it, and will keep saying it; that girl is no good." Leila muttered, getting up lazily from Emma's bed as she trudged towards the opened door."Aren't you coming?" She asked Prescott when she noticed that the latter was still on the bed, his head hung low. It seemed he was ravaged by thoughts."Prescott!" She shouted, placing her hands on her waist when he lifted up his head, startled at her loud voice most likely."Do you want to scream down the palace?" He asked, jumping off the bed in a second, and walking towards her."I wouldn't have, if you had answered my question." She replied, bending d
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