Alpha Queen: Fated to Three Alphas

Dana's POV

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Language, Dana." Mom said, covering my sister's ears. Little Ginny just stared up at me with her big auburn eyes.

"What the hell do you mean I'm transferring? I barely even hit the boy!" I yelled, willing myself not to crumple the transfer letter my school delivered this afternoon.

"Dana, he lost three teeth, and had to go for physiotherapy. That's not barely hitting someone." Mom said, her voice stern.

I let out a scoff, folding my arms. "Well why didn't he think about that before taking pictures of Sarah in the shower?" I groaned, trying not to cuss. Greg had always been a creep at school, but this? This was totally out of pocket, and I made sure to go full wolf on him because he needed a lesson.

So what if I broke his shin?

"I'm not transferring anywhere. My life is here in Oaksville." I grumbled, stomping to my room.

"Tell that to your father when he returns!" Mom yelled, and I froze in place.

"Dad's coming back?" I asked, my anger immediately doused with fear. If dad's coming back....

'Does that mean we can't play anymore?' Taryn, my wolf whined.

'No baby. We will.' I whispered back, even though I wasn't so sure myself.

"Yes. And trust me, he's not happy with you at all." Mom replied, grabbing Ginny from the floor. She took her to the kitchen and placed her gently on the counter.

"Dana," she exhaled, "I get that you have your dad's alpha genes and your wolf can be wild at times, but you need to learn how to control her. You're not getting any younger. You'll turn 19 in three months. How do you want to rule if you can't do something as simple as control your wolf?" Her tone made my heart turn into squish.

It wasn't my fault that I had an alpha's wolf. It wasn't my fault that I hated when other people were looked down, or picked on.

It wasn't my fault that I didn't know how to control my wolf when I was mad. It wasn't my fault that I was me.

I exhaled, and walked over to mom, and hugged her. "I'm sorry, but he needed a lesson." I whispered, blinking back the tears.

"Yes, agreed, but that's why we have authorities. They would have handled it a lot better." She said.

"I'm sorry mom."

I felt her loosen up. "It's okay hun. But now, we have to focus on what's here. You're moving to Arclight, and it's final. Unless you want to face your dad."

I shook my head. "No, I'll go. I don't want to face him."

'Yay. More time for us.' Taryn muttered, purring against me. Sometimes I was really happy I had her.

But my heart sank at the thought of leaving Oaksville high. I basically grew up there, and leaving would be like tearing out a part of me. I didn't want that kind of pain.

But I didn't have much of a choice.

"This isn't what I had in mind." I muttered, looking out the window as mom drove me through the gates of my supposed new school.

"I don't think anything ever meets your expectations." Mom retorted from behind the wheel.

Well, fair enough.

It was fancy, all glamor and gold, but something didn't sit right with me. It looked 'too polished.'  Even Taryn growled as we came to a stop in front of the building, and mom urged me to come down.

I leaned against the car while she spoke with a weird looking middle aged man in a black suit, and glanced around. Flowers, a fountain, pillars, massive building stuff...ugh.

I hadn't even started, but I already knew I was gonna hate it here.

"....alright thank you. Dana?" Mom called me over. She introduced me to the weird middle aged man. Marcus, was what he was called. He helped take my things from the car, and after one final goodbye, I was alone.

In a school I didn't know shit about, and only my wolf as a companion. I groaned inwardly, a sense of unease building in my chest. Was I really going to do this?

"Alright." Marcus said in a thick English accent. "Your dorm is on the other side of the compound. Here's your keycard." He produced a moon shaped card from his pocket. "Room 69. Go get settled, class starts in an hour."

I stared blankly at him. "It's almost noon."

He nodded like I sounded stupid. "Yes yes. Chop chop, you wouldn't want to miss the first class of the day."

I thanked him in whatever awkward way I could, and walked over to the large building that was my dorm. Who the hell starts class by noon?

After I was done settling in, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't have any roommates yet(thankfully), but I hadn't seen anyone else in this block too. Either way, I liked the quiet.

Arclight uniform was weird, but it fit me perfectly. A small skirt and a basic shirt, a tie and a jacket. Simple, but elegant.

I grabbed my bag and walked towards the building for lectures while trying to scroll through my schedule for the day. Apparently, I should've watched where I was going because I tripped over....

A body?

My heart jumped and I stifled a scream as I examined the boy sprawled on the steps leading into the building. He was pale, with brown curly hair and plump lips. He had cuts on his face, arms and legs, but none were bleeding out. I bent down to touch him, probably to check if he was still alive when—

"Will you get your filthy hands off?" A voice boomed from the hallway echoing.

I snapped my head up, and my heart sank further as I met a pair of red eyes.

'Alpha.' Taryn howled.

I tried to clear my throat, slightly annoyed by the effect this 'boy' had on me. "And you are?"

"We'd like to know you first, Dana Varynn." Another boy appeared behind the first, his hands in his pockets. He had white hair, and icy blue eyes.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" I muttered, already feeling irritated.

"No. It's not. Now move and leave the boy alone." Red eyes spat, venom filling his tone.

"I'd actually like to see you try to make me." I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"I wouldn't want that if I were you, sweetheart." A whisper sounded right in my ears.

Shivers is an understatement to describe what I felt.

Hot breath fanning against my neck, and a hand snaked around my waist. I swallowed, and carefully turned around. My breath caught in my throat as tingles scattered like sparks on my skin. His eyes were grey, silver grey, with the most intense look I'd ever seen.

'Get a grip, girl,' Taryn muttered. She didn't like him, and was growling.

I snapped back to reality, and scurried away from the boy. The other two chuckled, and grey eyes joined in. I just stood there, wondering why I didn't retaliate, or at least get a better rile out of them.

"I thought you had thick skin," Red eyes quipped, tapping blue eyes beside him. I darted my own eyes between them. They might be assholes, but goodness they were.... beautiful. Like carefully carved sculptures made out of ivory. Red eyes had blonde hair, blue eyes had brown, and grey eyes, well his was black. Like the darkness just before dawn. I swallowed again.

Three of them were tall, and looked lean muscled.

Taryn growled at me. 'Why are you ogling them?'