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.

the place, Chloe

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

in the distance, Chloe could see the tall spires of her new

the left the vast expanse of trees opened up into a

of her new classmates were running laps, others looking like they were

and even though she would deny it if ever asked, Chloe

prerequisite that all men in this place be hot? All of them tall, extremely good looking, and

her lips

as shopping centre guy, but hell they were a good second best as

the school stood a girl, around Chloe,s age, long blonde hair that looked like she had just stepped out of a shampoo commercial, tall, slender, her red and black kilt sat mid-thigh, with black blazer and white shirt, Chole almost scoffed at the knee

was the Cults version of

parked the car outside the entrance to the

Kirkstone, and I am the

eyes up and down her with a look of disgust, before quickly smiling to cover herself, then extended her

with a

see Mrs Black for

her tone as she mentioned "Eclipse house" as if that was a place reserved for the scum of the earth.but he is away at present at a convention, actually

he was some God that had to be obeyed and

is a shame, I wanted to meet with him, to discuss things before

said

been a long trip, he has

fake smiled

front of the parents, and she would

can show me to my room, so I can get unpacked, we

happy at standing 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

obviously not used to being told her idea was not the greatest anyone has ever heard before, she put on her

but first, we must get you your uniform and your room

with the distinct hint of ‘do not mess with me’

her parents followed uptight

on top of her head, her body was that

boarding school

elbow of her mother, and a look that said ‘shut up’ followed