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.

change of topic regarding her negativity about the place, Chloe looked out of

breeze, as the road turned to shale, it was more than a little bit off the beaten track, giving Chloe

and in the distance, Chloe could see the

to be over four floors, to the left the vast expanse of trees opened up into a large neatly kept field, where some of the

others looking like

that both girls and boys were pitted against each other, and even though she would deny it if ever asked,

it a prerequisite that all men

her lips as she watched them all

were

stood a girl, around Chloe,s age, long blonde hair that looked like she had just stepped out of a shampoo commercial,

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

outside the entrance to the

Ursula Kirkstone, and I am the head girl here

then extended her arm 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 quickly smiling to cover herself, then extended her

Chloe introduced herself with a brief shake

see Mrs Black for your schedule.I believe you are

a place reserved for the scum of the earth.but

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

that is a shame, I wanted to meet with him, to

mother said with a

week.It has been a long trip, he has been away for weeks now...can I

smiled at

that uptight Ursula, was not that genuine, a show in front of the parents, and she would like to bet she was a class A b***h when they

room, so I can get unpacked, we can

bid to be "nice", and boredom was starting to rear its head as she began to look around distracted

was not the greatest anyone has ever heard before, she put on her fake smile once more, that showcased her perfectly straight

get you your uniform and your room

but with the distinct hint

uptight Ursula

top of her head, her body was that of an athlete, dressed in a tight black dress, again she was stunningly beautiful, like everyone else

school for the

from the elbow of her mother, and a look that said ‘shut up’ followed by a small