Chương 31: BAD NEWS II

Melvina soughed as she watched her son lumber into the kitchen, looking so crestfallen and melancholic. She wondered what had transpired between the three males in the room.

For a moment, she had wanted to attribute it to her mate knowing that their son had a human mate, but then she brushed it off; if he knew already, she would have heard angry shouts already. He would have barged into the kitchen, knowing that she had already known about it.

"Mom, He wants some pancakes." Derek said distastefully, sitting down tiredly on a stool near the kitchen counter; his head bowed down a bit. His father's earlier pronouncement had zapped energy from him; it still taunted him. He was sure that his uncle was up to no good.

Melvina already knew the 'he' her son referred to. His tone said it all.

"What happened? What did you all talk about? Why are you looking so downcast?" She asked all at once, as she picked a plate from the rack.

"Dad wants to combine forces with Uncle Arnold's pack." He muttered angrily, tapping his index finger steadily on the counter.

"Clang..!!!"

The plate made a long ringing metallic sound as it came in contact with the tiled floor. It had fallen off from Melvina's hand as she heard her son's statement.

"What did you just say?" She asked Derek, the fallen plate completely forgotten, as she took a slow step towards him.

"Dad wants to combine forces with Uncle Arnold." He repeated monotonely, not even taking note of his mother's shock, or the fallen plate. His mind was totally on how he could thwart his uncle's plans. Although it would be an added stress to him and his friends, he decided to keep a keen and watchful eye on his uncle and the pack warriors that would be sent by him.

"And why would he do that?" Melvina asked, getting annoyed at the thought. Was her mate so gullible or what.. she thought.

"Well, according to him, he wants us to exchange knowledge and also team up to fight off the white sted pack." Derek mentioned.

"But.." She tried saying, when she saw her son's eyes gloss over for a second. It seemed he was receiving a message through the pack link. She decided to wait till he was done communicating.

"Dad wants the pancakes now." He finally said, standing up from the stool.

"Okay. We will discuss this later then." She said, to which Derek nodded to.

Picking up the plate which had fallen off her hands when she had heard the bad news from her son, Melvina took it to the sink and rinsed it again. Using a clean hand towel which hung on a rail, she cleaned off the water droplets from the plate before scooping some pancakes from the big metallic bowl on the counter, near the microwave, into it.

"Where is Eva?" Derek asked as he watched his mother scoop some pancakes into the round flowery-designed ceramic plate.

"I sent her to her room to read and sleep. She was making a mess of my batter earlier." Melvina replied, as she recalled her little daughter's attempt at cooking. A smile crawled its way stealthily across her lips as she relived the memory.

Derek seeing the smile on his mother's lips after her earlier outburst, smiled too; knowing that his little sister had done it again. She always had this aura of happiness around her, spreading it forth to the people surrounding her. He wondered what she actually did this time with his mother's batter.

"Here, take this." Melvina said, handing over a blue plastic tray which contained two plates of yummy, sweet smelling pancakes.

"Mom…"

"Yes I know, yours is there in the bowl." She said, interrupting her son's statement. She already knew what he had wanted to talk about. Her son was a dire pancake lover; or a fan of hers rather.

"Okay." Derek muttered, before turning away and walking towards the door that will lead him to the sitting room.

"Wait!" Melvina shouted. She had just remembered that she hadn't put the syrup on the pancakes. Picking up the syrup, she walked over to Derek as he stood transfixed at the door post, and poured it gingerly on the pancakes.

"You can go now." She said, taking a step back.

Derek nodded, then walked off with the tray.

"Arnold combining forces with us?? That's the most ridiculous thing I have heard this year." Melvina mused to herself. She would have to discuss this over with her mate tonight. There was no way she was letting her brother in law and his minions into her pack; the man couldn't be trusted, not after what he had done during the last pack war.

Collecting a rag from the rail, close to the window pane, she started a clean up work on her kitchen. Eva's 'adult cooking' still had its impact everywhere in the room. It could be seen in the litters of flour droplets on the counter and the floor.

She must have cleaned for a while, before Derek came back into the kitchen. He strutted to the side of the counter where the big bowl lay, picked up a pancake and started eating.

"Derek, use a plate." She said. "And take a seat too." She mentioned, pointing at the nearest stool to the counter. "It's not like the pancakes are running away." She added in a whisper, but knowing that it was loud enough for her son to hear.

"So what again did your uncle say?" She asked, as dropped the rag on the sink, taking a seat on one the three stools in the kitchen. Derek was already sitting on one, in compliance to her earlier statement.

"Well, he is sending some of his pack warriors to us. Dad is also sending some of ours to his; exchange of intelligence according to him." He said, pouring a large amount of syrup on the pancakes which lay idly, waiting to be eaten, on a plate in front of him.

"Oh God." Melvina muttered. This was getting out of hand. She thought.

Watching her son gurble up the rest of the pancakes, she wondered, on the side, why her mate could be so forgiving and trusting towards his elder brother after what he had done seven years ago.

"Mom, thank you." Derek said, taking a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"You're welcome." She said. "Where are you going to?" She asked, taking note of his stance. He was looking towards the kitchen backdoor.

"I am going to see her." He replied, walking towards the exit door.

"Emma?" She queried.

"Yes." He answered, leaving the kitchen.

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Chương 32: FIRST DAY AT WORK

Emma sighed heavily as she served the last table before her shift comes to an end. Her whole body was aching from the three hours of steady running around to take orders and to serve in response to the orders taken. She was famished, but grateful that it had all come to an end. she also knew that it would get better with time;first times were usually the worst.

"Wheew, finally." She muttered, removing the café's uniform and badge and placing it in one of the racks in the worker's closet. Picking up her bag which was in the same row with the racks, she trudged out of the room, humming the fifth harmony's 'it's all about black magic'.

Saying a few byes to her co workers, she walked out of the Ac-overrun café into the enclasp of the hot sun. Cursing at the sun tiredly as she walked; she took out a yellow stripped scarf from her pocket, and wiped her face rigorously; some beads of sweats had already made their way across her forehead.

"Hey." A male voice called out.

But Emma continued on her course. She wasn't in the mood for guys who thought they were handsome enough to stop a girl, walking. They were all egotistical brats. She thought.

"Hey." The voice called out again, for the second time; this time holding her by the hand, thus stopping her movement forcefully.

"Yes!" She shouted, getting irritated at his touch for no apparent reason. She blamed it on her tiredness.

Turning around to look at the unlucky guy which had interrupted her walking pace, she found herself looking into a pair of deep blue eyes. Derek came to her thought. But taking note of his blond short hair, she scoffed, then blamed her mind. It seemed to be thinking of the ponytailed guy with deep blue eyes very much.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you." The guy said, smirking. He was slightly amused at the human's feistiness which reminded him of his sister. What had caught his attention about her and stayed was her deep red hair. He hadn't seen a hair as long and as red as hers. It made her look fierce, but more beautiful too.

"I just saw you around the corner, and I thought…" He was saying, when he was interrupted by a girl.

"Chasing after another girl again?" She said, dropping a knock on his head.

"No sis. I just wanted to say hello." He replied, scratching the spot where the knock had dropped earlier, as he pouted his lips at his sister.

Emma watched the display between the duo and found herself smiling. She knew they were siblings; their similar blond hair type and deep blue eyes already sold them out. They also got her thinking of home. She missed her sister, Amelia.

"Sorry for the disturbances that my brother might have caused you. He is always like this." The girl said to her, before dragging her brother away from the spot to a red car that was parked by the road.

Watching them enter the car and zoom off, Emma wondered when she would have her own car. She didn't think she could keep up with this walking, or keep calling Clem daily to pick her up for school; even though she knew he would love to help. She hated being a disturbance or pest. 'Seems I would be calling up Papa sooner than I thought.' She muttered, crossing the road to the other side.

Taking out her phone out of her side pocket, she scrolled to the call log; already deciding to call Clem. She didn't think she could walk the distance home now in her current state. She was very tired.

She paused as she came across Derek's number on her contact list. She had saved his number with Bean head.

"Should I call him?" She mused, debating on whether to call him or Clem. She decided on the latter. She wouldn't let Derek to see her in her tired state, her hair was already sticking out at the ends.

She had resolved in the worker's closet back at the café to always carry some make up items in her purse like powder, and the lip gloss, the comb too as her sister, Amelia, usually does. It would save her from looking disheveled after a tiresome day at work.

"Emma."

Emma cursed inwardly as she heard the all too familiar voice call out her name. 'Speaking of the devil..' she muttered, as she turned to face the cute owner of the voice.

"You look stressed out." He said, as he reached her spot. He ran his fingers over her hair in a bid to tame those which had stuck out, down.

"I know." She replied monotonely, trying to ignore the rush of feelings and the cloud of emotions his hand running over her hair had invoked.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came for you." He replied.

Okay, the dude knew his way with words. Emma concluded, looking away from his face. She might zone out on him, if she kept staring back at him.

"Let's go. I came with a car." He said, taking her bag from her, and flinging it across his left shoulder; then intertwining their hands together, like it was a normal thing to do.

"Derek.." Emma whispered, she didn't understand the tingling feelings that were assailing her body at his touch. 'what would happen if they kissed then?' She thought, and shuddered.

Derek seeing his little witch shudder thought she had developed a fever.

"Are you feeling feverish?" He asked worriedly, palming her face with his hands as he stared deeply into her forest green eyes.

'Hell yeah' Emma screamed inside her. The other type of feverish though. She thought as she stared back into his deep blue eyes. Her heart was racing, pounding sporadically at her chest. She felt faint.

"No, I'm okay." She finally said, removing his palms from her face. She was too young to die. She thought, trying to calm her heart.

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