The Alpha's Queen Legion

Big Bad Wolf

The next day flew by, I took my test. Was called in the office with Elizabeth for them to tell me I tested on a junior level. Elizabeth's glared at me with a disgusting look. The counselor continued talking, telling her I should switch schools and apply at the university. At that point she was totally lost, I can see from angle that they are referring to junior college level not high school. I did not correct her because her expression and judgment were priceless. The counselor had to step out, Elizabeth wasted no time ripping my upbringing apart. "How can you know so many languages but have no book sense? Your hillbilly dad knew better... You're going to be a trash lady". After she finished, I reached over the desk and handed her the results. Her expression dropped and she looked...remorseful? After declining the college offer multiple times. We left the office, and before saying our farewells Elizabeth turned to me with the kindest, sympathetic eyes I have ever seen; at that moment I saw that she may genuinely care. "I know you're being thrown into our world, and I can't say that it'll be easy. Your mother didn't accept the life and couldn't handle her role, so she left. I just ask that you keep an open mind to things and try to stick it out. There is a benefit to reap at the end. You may not see it now, but you will eventually". Elizabeth then hugged me so tight that it squeezed the words out before I knew it, "Okay grandma". Her face beamed with joy, but my insides were in shock. 

I took a longer walk to the dorm, I had to piece together a route to run before tomorrow. Due to not wanting to blindly run, my shoes haven't hit the pavement in days, and my legs are aching. With the nerves that I have, a run is well overdo, and for the first time in years my schedule will be changing and out of my control. When I enter my room, I cut the light on and is almost scared shitless from the man that's sitting on my couch. He's 6'4" He’s tall and lean with an unassuming muscular look that indicates he works out but doesn’t take it to extremes. Wearing a navy and blue short-sleeved polo shirt and stone washed denims, he’s stylishly dressed for an old guy. Hugging his defined chest like a second skin the polo is slim-fit, his light brown hair is slicked back off his forehead in a feigned effortless manner. His full light brown beard has perfectly placed peppered grey hairs, that can place him on the "Beard Game Matters" band wagon. Trying not to show my fear, because my pistols are too far from me, "Who the f**k are you". "Is that anyway to speak to your grandfather child? I'm William Andrew Hendrix III." Speechless I walk over to sit where he's now patting on the couch next to him. "I'm sorry I wasn't there upon your arrival. I had to tend to company business. I just wanted to talk to you about the family image". Immediately my guard is up, I knew the pressure of the rich society would be applied eventually. "we don't know each other, but I can tell your father has done a great job with you. You have been here for weeks quiet and unseen. But here it will be different. I have requested that you're placed with the fallen, not because you're inferior. I can sense that you're more superior than you let on, and I want to watch you climb from the bottom to the top." My father has always said that my senses were heightened and that I had the gift to read people and situations. I now know where I got it from. Trying not to show any more of my hand, "This is my first time meeting you, how could you know any of that? And how does Timothy feel about this." My grandfather smirks, yes, I am calling him that because for some reason I feel like I do not have a choice, like it is demanded of me. "My sweet little kitten, I've watched you for years. I just never intervened, kept my distance, and never told anyone. I call you kitten, because of how stealthy you are and how you sleep in a ball during the winter. And please do not depend on your brother, he is still upset and jealous that you are the one Christina kept. I have good reason to think he'll allow harm to fall on you before protecting you" Respecting his honesty, at the same time as being spooked from the stalker vibe. I nodded my head with agreeance. "Keep your head down and survive kitten". Pulling me into a bear hug we say our goodbyes. 

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My internal clock goes off, I get dressed, stretch, and hit the pavement. It's still pitch black out, a few lights are scattered, I hit the path through the woods. As I am running, I feel a shift, then I hear someone behind me. I abruptly stop and turn around, but no one is there. Scanning the area, I cannot hear or see anything. As I prepare to start back, I hear a devious laugh. Immediately I am on high alert. Although I should be on flight mode, my fight instincts are dominating me. Suddenly the silent laughter is moving around me, but it is coming from different areas all around at the same time. The full moon is giving off plenty of light, but in this area the trees are too thick. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. So, I quickly take off sprinting, pushing hard, legs wide, while controlling my breathing. I see light and the end of the path up ahead, before I can get a since of relief, something pounds against my chest knocking the wind from my lungs. I jump off my back as soon as it hits the ground, trying to catch my breath before I am attacked again. I still cannot see, but feeling the atmosphere change I brace for impact and block a punch coming from my right while striking with my left. My attacker blocks me and return a strike to, my ribs. I follow with the punch, shift my feet, turn around and respond with an elbow to his stomach. Clearly this affected my over 6ft Male attacker because he pauses and leans forward laughing. This fucker is enjoying himself. while I am stepping back to reset my defense stance. "Who the f**k are you and what do you want". He has on hoody, I cannot see his face, he has stopped laughing and is standing now and staring with the hoodie covering his eyes. He attacks again, we are going blow for blow, block for block. He is toying with me; I can feel it. So, I speed up, switch up my punch sequence. As I land a kidney blow, I take a punch to my gut so hard that I feel like I slid back two feet. Trying not to vomit, I look up and he is gone. I look around and try to listen, suddenly my arms are pent to my sides. But how'd he get to me so fast with no sound. Suddenly I feel his warmth on my neck as he whispers, "Tisk, tisk, tisk.why is little red riding hood walking through the woods alone? Did your grandmother forget to tell you about the wolves.”? His voice is captivating, he smells fresh and woodsy. his touch is like electricity, and body is betraying me because the bolts are warming everything between my thighs, a pull in my stomach. I attempt to wiggle free. "Be still little red before I BLOW your house down. I am going to have to tell your brother that he has you all wrong. You're not as fragile as you portray." Suddenly he let's go, I quickly turn around preparing for round 3. But he is walking backwards, I can only see his eyes now. They are a deep, cold, bright blue, so bright I swear they seem to be glowing. He is staring so fiercely that I feel naked. He whispers, "I see you Red", right before the darkness engulfs him. I literally sprint for my life. 

I rush to shower, get dressed, and put my hair in a bun with a pink ribbon. The uniforms aren't anything special: Short sleeve fitted white oxford polo with my large pretty pink horse, blue cardigan, plaid blue tie, skirt, and socks, with my black huaraches sneakers that has a pink H on the outside of each heel. I love BethAnn, she made it her business to find out my favorite color and personalize my wardrobe at every chance. I met Kaitlyn and Madison in the lobby. They gave me crap about not linking them in on the uniform personalization so we can be in unison. But they called their people and said we will be triplets tomorrow: Kaitlyn-teal, Madison-purple. We arranged to have all our lockers next to each other, out of the 7 classes we have 4; 3 of mine are advanced so I will be alone. Luckily, they are at the end of the day. We safely made it to first period history, and it does not seem so bad. At one point I honestly forgot I had a brother until he walked in. I think he forgot too because he didn't acknowledge me at all. I tried to pay attention, but not only was it boring, because I knew everything already. My mind was clouded by a set of beautiful blue eyes. He had to be Tim's friend, but I have not seen any of them. I clearly cannot ask Tim. I raise my hand for a bathroom break, my bladder has a schedule too. While using the restroom I hear 2 people come in, but they are quiet. I finish and go to wash my hands, I look in the mirror and I see 2 beautiful near-identical-looking tall boys leaning against the stalls, eyeing me intensely. One of the boys straightens up, with his arms crossed around his chest as he blatantly stares at me through almond-shaped blue eyes. Biceps bulge under the short sleeves of his oxford shirt, and my eyes gravitate to the edge of the tattoo peeking out. His hair is longer than the others, but that messy bed-head look is natural. Another boy is at his side, blatantly checking me out. Both of their oxfords are unbuttoned, not tucked in their red dress pants, with their red plaid ties sexily undone. Wide blue eyes lock on mine, and he winks. I lift a brow and his grin expands. "I'm guessing you are Maddick and Mason? I’m done if you need a stall" I say without looking up. 

Although their eyes match, they cannot be my attacker because they are a couple of inches shorter, but my guard is still calmly up. The one with the short hair introduces himself, "I'm Maddick. We just wanted to see what the fuss was about." I turn to face them, "And what's the verdict". Madison glides over to me and starts to play with my ribbon before speaking. "I expected less, thank you for not disappointing. Most girls would've freaked seeing us. Have you been faking with your family Little Red?" Yep, my cover is blown, but my poker face is stern. "Look, I have no idea what you're talking about. Timothy has seen me literally less than 5 times. I have kept to myself and will continue to do. So, unless you ladies have something else discuss I have to get to class". To my surprise, they did not stop me as I was leaving, I heard Maddick whisper, "No ma'am, discussing isn't what we do."

Second and third periods fly by. As we make our way to lunch, Kaitlyn and Madison try to give me the blueprint of the cafeteria. She said the Legion had their own cafeteria, so that's one less thing we have to worry about. But as we enter, there are a lot of murmuring, and the Legions look pissed. "Why are they on our side “Madison says. Evidently the girls are surprised as well. Suddenly everyone's school tablets, watches, or phones are vibrating. 

Attention students: In order to provide you all with better food options, Riverton Prep has decided to combine both levels into one lunch. You will still be separated by grades. Thank you and let's have a great year.

When we get through the doors, the cafeteria is huge, with multiple options to get in line for. They have Chinese, pizza, tacos, and any least five other options. Due to society rules here, everyone allows the legion to pick their seating first. Once that happened, we chose our table in the back corner. Settling down once we fixed our trays, the lunchroom got quiet. When I look up, I see Timothy, Maddick, Mason, and "A God." Not knowing I said it out loud, my girls laughed, and Kaitlyn says"No honey that's Marcus". Over 6ft tall, muscular, sporting an impressively blank expression, obnoxiously good-looking. He closely favors the twins without the baby face, he is strong, his blue eyes will ice your soul. His long-sleeved oxford is rolled up, you can clearly see his tattoos on both forearms, and creeping up from his chest. I am frozen, I feel like all the blood in my body is no longer flowing. They take a seat at a table across the room. "Don't stare too long, you don't want Brittany to see you eyeing her property." Kaitlyn says breaking me out of my trance. "Who" I ask. "Brittany is your top mean girl Legion. She has 4 minions who starve themselves to be like her. Give them a few you'll see them around their owners in a second" Madison says with a grimace. Just then a medium height blonde snakes her body around Marcus. She's your typical model beauty. Marcus doesn't flinch or smile, he just sits back and allow her to sit in his lap like he's playing Santa in a porno. My phone vibrates:

Unknown: Where are you sissy. (devil emoji)

Me: Out of sight, out of mind

I immediately change Tim's name in my contacts 

Prick: Don't be that way sissy we are supposed to bond, I've told my brothers all about you. FYI: you're in our sights 

I look up and there were 4 sets of eyes staring. At that moment I remembered my run, and after staring back; I have found my attacker. And I did the most psychotic thing ever, one side of my mouth comes up in a grin. 

Me: What big teeth you have I see Tim show the boys my message. Marcus gets the phone 

Prick: Better to eat you with my dear 

I look up and his f*****g eyes are glowing again. Yep I am officially losing it. 

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My girls and I say our goodbyes after 4th period, my AP classes are in another building. The class size is smaller, so I am ecstatic. Suddenly my nose is being overtaken by a familiar fresh woodsy smell but this time with a hint of musk, and I feel that familiar tug in the bottom of my stomach again. I have to make myself not look for him and I cross my legs because my lady bits are not loyal l. Marcus takes a seat to my right, he put his bag down, organizes his desk without one word or glance. Trying to stay calm and not moist my panties anymore I bite down on my lip. Suddenly he places his hand on my upper thigh. I try to move it; he leans so close to my ear that his minty breaths mixed with his scent. It is official, my kitty is drowning. "You're stuck with me in all classes for the rest of the day. I advise you not to piss me off. If I touch you, then let it happen." I do not know why, but I nod. It feels as if I have no control anymore. I could not pay attention, his hand didn't move, and the teacher clearly didn't mind. halfway through class, my chest started to hurt, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest, and his fingers are so close that if they wiggle I'm definitely going to orgasm. The teacher stepped out for a call. "Why the f**k did you jump me this morning? And I honestly do not want any problems but if you don't mind, will you move your hand please. I'm not sure what you're use to but I'm not that type of girl". 

He turned his head and looked at me like I had two heads. "How?" "Excuse you. how what? " He removed his hand, packed his backpack, and left. He skipped the rest of the classes