The Headmaster Alpha's Mate

Chloe looked out of the window of her father’s car, as the Scottish countryside passed in a blur of green trees, purple heathers, the vehicle only slowing as her father made his way through the small villages before stepping on the accelerator once more.

Her whole life was now in this car, Chloe's parents had rented out her childhood home, and would be heading back tomorrow before flying out on their own adventure to Japan in three days.

The sense of foreboding was creeping into her psyche once more, the realisation her life would change so dramatically, her protests about being sent to "The Crescent Moon Academy" had fallen on deaf ears.

If only this had happened six months from now, when she would be 18, and could legally tell her parents "Suck Ass" she would not find herself being hauled off to the place she felt deep in her bone’s was some sort of weird cult.

But as she was still 17 and her mother felt this would be the making of her, maybe calm her down a little.

Chloe was not really a bad girl but had to admit to doing some crazy s**t at times, normally fuelled by the monotony of school life, and the ever present boredom of a child who found it difficult to concentrate, and that mixed her dyslexia, where being told to write down what she had learnt that was more of a hinderance than any help.

Hell, if they asked her what she had learnt they would have found she knew more than they she attempted to transcribe it, resulting in frustration, then the act of just messing about because she knew the written work would be chastised for bad writing, poor spelling and grammar, so mostly Chloe thought to herself what is the point? The road began to climb then narrow, as the trees thickened with each passing mile.

"Look at how beautiful this is Chloe" Her mother tried once more to cheer her gloomy mood.

"Yeah, if you like green" Chloe sighed un impressed.

"Look honey, I know you are pissed off, but this is a fantastic opportunity for you.Maybe you can make new friends, if you possibly try, and fit in, dress less aggressive, smile a little more you will find people will actually give you the time of day"

Her mother continued.

It was the same old lecture she had heard a million times before, but why should she change? If people could not embrace her unique sense of fashion and slight craziness, then as far as Chloe was concerned it was their loss, not hers.

"Dress less aggressive, well given this place has gone back fifty years and has a God Awful uniform requirement, I think the cult has put pay to my creative flare and individuality"

"For the umpteenth time Chloe, it is not a cult"

Her dad gritted out, shaking his head.

"Chloe, it is a highly expensive private education, which you are fortunate to have, your father’s new company are paying a lot be a little more thankful"

Her mother chastised Chloe, exasperated at her total lack of enthusiasm.

"We are nearly there, just a couple of more miles" Her father stated.

regarding her negativity about the place, Chloe looked out of the side

to shale, it was more than a little bit off the beaten

the left, before straightening out again, and in the distance, Chloe

the left the

new classmates were running laps, others looking like they were engaging in hand to

other, and even though she

right of the car stood a group of boys, and hot damn Chloe’s interest immediately spiked, was it a prerequisite that all men in this place

lips as

shopping centre guy, but hell they were a good second

out of a shampoo commercial, tall, slender, her red and black kilt sat mid-thigh,

knew she was the Cults version of Bitchy Bev, obviously the queen bee of the

entrance to the castle as her

am the

to shake her mother and father’s hand before turning to Chloe and trailed her eyes up and down her with a look of disgust, before

herself with a

you to your lodgings, then take you to see Mrs Black

as if that was a place reserved for the scum of the

as she talked about the Head as if he was some God that had to be obeyed and

with him, to discuss

said with a

return next week.It has been a long trip, he has

fake smiled

Ursula, was not that genuine, a show in front of the parents, and she would

me to my room, so I can get

around whilst this girl made small talk and pretty eyes at her parents in a bid to be "nice", and boredom was starting to rear its head as she began to look around distracted

narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously not used to being told her idea was not the greatest anyone has ever

must get you your uniform and your

tone that was friendly but with the

followed uptight Ursula to the school

of her head, her body was that of an athlete, dressed in a tight black dress, again

the f*****g boarding school for the Stepford

sharp nudge from the elbow of her mother, and a look that said