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"I Emma DRACKSON, hereby, reject you, Derek, Alpha of the Blue Moon's Pack as my mate." Derek's eyes twitched, and his fists balled, but Emma was far from being done.

 "Don't ever search for me for whatever reason. I never want to see you again all the days of my life. If I ever find any of your people spying on me, I will kill them, or better, I will burn them alive. Do you understand what I just said?" She asked when she was done. But Derek was mute. 

Melvina tried talking, but Emma shut her up with a wave of her hand." I'm disappointed in you, Melvina. So, keep shut." She stated in anger, not minding the murmurings from the crowd.  She knew why, but she didn't care. Melvina wasn't her Luna.

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*Emma, a 17 years old gutsy teenager is shipped off to southern England by her Dad to complete her college studies; a strategic punishment to tame her wild behavior. On reaching there, she discovers that half of the campus population were paranormal creatures, she thought only  existed in comic books and novellas.  She also discovered that she wasn't really her father's daughter, but was kept by him because of an oath made to a hidden lover. What happens when she uncovers the fact that she wasn't the average human girl, rather a fulfilled prophecy; a reincarnated queen mated to an Alpha wolf. What path does she choose when she is rejected by the Alpha wolf in the face of grueling circumstances?

THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION

Claire didn't know how long she had stayed in the room, glowing in anger. But she knew it was long enough, for her twin to get a bit worried. He would be coming for her soon.

Wrapping her hand around her torso, she leaned on the wall of the room, deep in thoughts.

She could hear her wolf whining and protesting against her desperation. Zali wasn't happy with her. But then, it has always been unhappy with her since she started taking lessons from her mother. She could still remember the first time her mother had slapped her, before reminding her of her purpose in life.

She had brought her male friend home then. She had been in grade 1.

"Who is he?" Her mother had asked, when the boy had left, after he had helped her finish her homework.

"He is my best friend in class. He is the son of..." She had been saying, when her mother had cut off the rest of her statement with a slap.

CLAIRE AND ZALI