Emma bit her lips hard, unconcerned about the string of tears dropping down from her eyes constantly, as she watched Derek sprout nonsense out of his mouth. Yes, that’s what she had tagged it. Nonsense. But did it stop the painful tightening of her chest or the weight that threatened to push her down? Of course not. She was caught up in an angry and hurtful haze, deaf to Prescott’s shouts in her head to calm down.
She flung roughly away, the hands of Maya and Ava that were trying to hold her still, to hold her back from her mission. Already, she had let Prescott drop from her hands whilst hearing Derek talk. She hadn’t been bothered about his cussings on his butt scratching the floor, nor his whines about his body being dusted. Her eyes and focus had all been on Derek, swallowing whole and sinker, everything he was saying, even though knowing that it would hurt her the most, including the action she was about to take then.
Behind her, in her moving motion, was Freya. The latter was stupefied, unable to aid the duo of Maya and Ava stop Emma from moving forward. It was like she was a statue. Her eyes were also on Derek who was laughing and shaking hands with Alphas of various packs, like he hadn’t just crushed her sister’s heart. Yes, she has taken Emma as her sister, and had resolved to continue doing so even if the results came out negative. They were too alike to be strangers.
Right now, she felt like tearing away Derek’s eyes. She regretted saving him. They would have just left the beast to kill him.
But what had gone wrong? Hadn’t they been fussing over each other a couple of minutes ago. So, what had caused the change in atmosphere, or was it feelings? She wasn’t even sure again.
“Calm down, little one.” She heard Aiden say, and sighed.
“Calm down? Didn’t you hear that ungrateful idiot refer to my sister as a whore? Even if he wanted to cast her away, even if he was forced to do so… must he use that term?” She queried, taking her eyes down, when she felt something tap her on her knee.
She knew it was the squirrel.
Emma had dropped him mechanically on the ground. She hoped he wasn’t wounded.
“No, I’m not. It’s just scratchy.” Prescott mused as Freya carried him up to her arms.
“I think something must have happened. He loves her.” Aiden replied, still shocked over the turn of events. He hadn’t seen this coming. Beside him, Julius and Yodah were glaring at Derek whose eyes had managed to connect with them. The latter quickly removed his eyes and greeted his uncle, Alpha Arnold, who seemed exceptionally happy like Claire.
“I don’t think this alliance will continue.” Yodah muttered, shaking his head, wanting to leave the hall as soon as possible. Even though he didn’t know Emma, the recent turn of events was really unfair to her, in addition to the fact that she had saved the wolf prince from the beast. How could they sideline her that way? Their flimsy excuse had been that she was a human.
Human?
He was hundred percent sure that Emma wasn’t. She was no human.
His gaze shifted to Anthony, his new friend. The latter looked so pale and sad.
He was watching Emma.
The girl had pushed her way through the throng of werewolves, in her ploy to get to Derek. He wondered what she was up to.
“It will not. If Freya says so.” Aiden stated finally, prepared to go against his Prince’s wishes if he tried to move on with an alliance his lifemate might object to.
Julius nodded. He was in support. He was feeling Ava’s rage, and that only served to spur his own more.
The clique wasn’t happy.
Well, except Derek who laughed heartily with a particular Alpha, until his eyes met Emma’s furious ones.
Freya sighed.
This was it.
Whatever happens now would determine whether their alliance would continue with the werewolves.
She was on the same side with Emma.
So, together, with Maya and Ava, their hearts in their mouths, they watched as Emma came to stand before Derek, her chest heaving up and down.
**
Leonarya watched Casper writhing on the floor and hissed. Wasn’t it better that she killed him off for failing?
What was the use of keeping them around when they were unable to finish successfully? She hoped that Draco and Fothib, wherever they are, shouldn’t come back. Because if they did, she will kill them too, just like she will do to Casper now.
“My Queen…” Kyran was saying, trying to plead on behalf of his dying friend, but Leonarya was having none of it.
“Get out!” She commanded, pointing her index finger to the door of her little palace, while glaring daggers at him.
Kyran, having no choice, walked towards the entrance door, his face down and sullen for the knowledge that he was about to lose another friend. He was sure that he had already lost Draco.
After Kyran left, Leonarya stared at Casper distastefully, waiting for him to give up his last breath like the others. Yes, she had killed them all as an example to the others. They shouldn’t come back as failures whenever she gives them work to do. For it seemed that they had forgotten how ruthless she could be. If she hadn’t spared her sister and her lover, who was then free from her?
Before she could deliver the finishing blow to Casper, an owl flew into the room, through the open window.
Quickly, she walked up to it, patted it on the head, and took out the paper that had been rolled up and fixed between its beaks.
She hesitated opening the letter, her heart slightly beating faster than usual from anticipation. She didn’t want any bad news. She had had enough for the night.
Slowly, she unraveled the pieces of paper, smiling as she saw the contents the next minute.
‘It worked, my Queen. He rejected her as his mate, and sent her away from the pack. I believe she will be leaving soon. Get your men ready.’