The Strong Alpha

Chapter 1

"Miss Jenkins! Go to the principal's office now!" My old English teacher shouts at me from her large black leather chair in which she is perched, bringing me from my peaceful slumber. I groan frustrated and rise from my assigned seat, and reach across the desk to where my bag was placed. Upon hearing a couple of low husky whistles behind me, I turn quickly to glare at the two immature football players whom had just previously been staring at my butt, just whom I had predicted. Their eyes flash with fear and they quickly turn to look away after seeing the threatening look in my eyes. They focus back onto their work as I snicker and continue to the door with a small smirk evident on my lips.

"Stupid hormonal males." I hear my best friend, Georgia, mutter under her breath. She looks up at my smirking face in response to her comment that didn't go unnoticed by me, letting a blush cover her cheeks. Didn't realize I said that aloud. Oops? She mind-links me with a small smile grazing her features and adding a little shrug at the end. I smile at her and send her a quick 'what can you do?' and pull my bag over my shoulder before walking out the classroom door. "I'm getting ready to call the office, Miss Jenkins! They know you're coming!" My teacher shouts, once again, from her position at the front of the class.

I snicker as I get an idea and stick my face back into the classroom, smiling at her innocently. "Actually Ma'am, with all due respect, they don't know I'm coming. Rather, they will know I'm coming. Good day to you!" I say smiling, tipping my non-existent hat to her and rush out the room, hearing a chorus of heavy laughter from the room shortly after and I proceed to walk down the hall to the principal's office. I walk into the room after glaring at the receptionist whom was just glaring at me. Stupid mortals trying to glare at me and intimidate me. If only they knew how easily I could make them lose their jobs, let alone their lives. I mutter inside my head.

I sit down into one of the three big black leather chair placed perfectly in front of the dark oak desk that the principal is sitting behind. "Oh Juniper. Sleeping in class, really?!" Rosaline, the principal, and one of very few immortals in this whole school, scolds me from behind her desk. I offer her a small shrug as she continues with her lecture. "You have only three months of freedom before you're forced to grow up. Before you're ready, might I add. You really need to grow up and start acting more mature. We all know that you won't be allowed to sleep on the job, remember?" She adds with a soft chuckle. "You know this, Juniper. Why have you been so tired recently? I've heard a lot from your teacher's this week. You know they report everything that you do to me, correct?" She questions, sending a sympathetic look my way.

"I've been training non-stop. I have to. You know this, as do I. I must be prepared for the life I will be living soon. Wouldn't want to become lackadaisical on the job, now would I?" I shrug, holding her eye contact. She looks down in a show of submission, not wanting to challenge me. "How about this, Jay. I will call your father and request him to pick you up and take you home, as long as you get some sleep. You will even be exempted from any homework that your classes give you today. I just ask that you please get some sleep for the sake of your health and sanity and the safety of us all. Please?" She begs with a sort of sadness and dread deep in her eyes. I nod in agreement and leave her office to sit in the waiting room and wait for Father.

I'm here. Let's go. Father growls over mind-link after I am left to wait about twenty excruciatingly long minutes of continuous glaring with the receptionist. What is with this mortal? I put my backpack strap over my shoulder as I trudge out the building. Crud. He's mad. He is so mad. I'm going to lose my title. What have I done? I mind-link Georgia as I walk through the halls of the school to the exit. She responds rather quickly and tries to reassure me that it'll all be fine. I sigh as I walk out of the exit doors and see Father, angry as ever, in my line of sight leaning against my *matte black 2014 Ferrari F12berlinetta, his fists clenched. He walks to the passenger side and pulls the door open and slides into the seat after I click the 'unlock' button on my key-fob. I heave a sad sigh as I walk to my car and open the drivers' door, sliding into my seat, taking in the familiar sight of my deep red leather interior. I close my eyes and lean my head back, against the headrest and wait for the punishment that is to come.