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.

about the place, Chloe looked out of the side window

pine trees, rustled in the breeze, as the road turned to shale, it was more than a little bit off

left, before straightening out again, and in the

floors, to the left the vast expanse of trees opened up into a large neatly kept field, where some of the other "cult members"

others looking like they were engaging

each other, and even though she would

Chloe’s interest immediately spiked, was it a prerequisite that all men in

her lips as she watched them all

centre guy, but hell they were a good second best as she caught where her daughter was

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

there was no denying that, but instantly Chole knew she was the Cults version of Bitchy Bev, obviously the queen bee of the place, and

to the castle as her mother opened the car door,

Ursula Kirkstone, and I am the head girl here

said then extended her arm to shake her mother and father’s hand before turning to Chloe and trailed her eyes up and down

herself with a brief shake of uptight Ursula’s

then take you to see Mrs Black for your schedule.I believe you are currently in the "Eclipse"

house" as if that was a place reserved for the scum of the earth.but he is away at

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

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

mother said with

next week.It has been a long

smiled

discerned that uptight Ursula, was not that genuine, a show in front of the

show me to my room, so I can get

and pretty eyes at her parents in a bid to be "nice", and boredom was

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

get you your uniform and your room for

friendly but with the distinct hint

parents followed uptight Ursula to

23 stood, her red hair satin a perfect high formal bun on top of her head, her body was that of an athlete, dressed in a tight black dress, again she was stunningly beautiful, like everyone

f*****g boarding school for the

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