The Two Female Alphas [GirlxGirl]

Chapter 1

"Fire!!!!"

A loud explosion could be heard in the engine room.

"Captain! I don't think the ship can take anymore of this!!"

One of my cadets said to me, looking scared for his life.

"Calm down soldier!! There's no running away in space!"

As I said that, another one of the enemy's lasers hit our ship.

"Warning, Warning!"

The AI of the ship was screaming loud in our ears as red lights started to flicker and consume the deck.

"We must hit them back! FIRE! FIRE EVERTHING!!!"

"But...Ms. Marcus you must be having a great time"

"What?"

Before my cadet could answer, I was awakened by a loud BANG on my desk. The next thing I knew, I shot my head up to see the invader.

"Glad you could join us again, Ms. Marcus"

The only invader in sight was my history teacher, Mr. Simmons. As I slowly looked around, I realized I had drifted off well he was lecturing. I could also hear the quiet snickering of my fellow classmates.

"Now that you are clearly well rested, why don't you recount our lovely history for us?"

"Where should I start sir?"

I was hoping he wouldn't say all of it, I barely keep up with current events.

"How about you start from the beginning"

He said with a tight smile. I'm guessing I'll just have to speak and see where it takes me.

"Umm, well... As we all know, our history began in... I guess the early BC? When the Moon Goddess took pity on some humans and gave them the power to shift into wolves. In the beginning the new wolves were lost and didn't know how to do anything, so the Goddess put an Alpha and a Luna in charge and in which they created a pack. And then..."

"Okay, Thank you Ms. Marcus. It looks like your awake now. So, back to the lesson! In 1942 the Russian pack..."

Thank goodness! I think I messed up in some places, but I know the jest of what I was trying to get at. The Moon Goddess made us, we had packs, and we grew, it's a tale as old as time. Now werewolves are spread all over the world, with different packs and different strengths.

As I was now trying to get back into the lesson that I missed most of, I could hear muffled laughter coming from beside me.

"Must have been a good sleep, phaahaaa"

"Be quiet Cole! And stop laughing, you sound like a dry heaving cat"

I said, trying to keep my volume done so I didn't get in trouble again.

"But...But..."

I could see little tears creeping into his eyes as he was trying to hold in the laugh.

"But... you were talking in your sleep and... AND YOU WERE DROOLING HAHAHAAA!!!"

And... He exploded. I looked up to see the teacher turn around and look back at us.

"Mr. Marcus! That's it! I would like you both to stand in the hall!!"

"What! But I didn't..."

He was standing there, staring at the both of us. We knew the drill, so we both got up and started heading out into the hall. On the way out the door, I could still hear Cole giggling his head off. When we made it out, we both just leaned on the lockers.

"Great job Coleisus! We were kicked out of class...AGAIN!"

He started to giggle again.

"Look at the bright side, Siska"

I turned my head to look at him.

"We broke our record"

I stared at him for a few more seconds, when we both started laughing uncontrollably. I didn't notice until now, but for some reason we are never able to stay in that class longing than 15 minutes, and it's a 45 minute class! I swear this is why twins can't be in the same class as each other. I act perfectly fine in all my other classes! I would only lose my cool when I was in history class. And what makes it worse, is that we sit right next to each other! Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, when we're with each other we goof off all the time. Which is the problem! I can't even keep a straight face when we're in the same radius of each other, it's like we bring out the others goofy side to the max.

"Cole..."

"Yeah?"

"You know Mr. Simmons is probably going to call mom about this right?"

When I turned to face him again, he was all ready half way down the hallway heading for the back door.

"Hey!"

I started to run after him. I didn't really blame him for running, this was going to be our third time this week of getting kicked out of history. And if Mr. Simmons called her right after class, like he always does, then there was no doubt that she would be coming to the school, because... Well three strikes, you're out. And let me tell you, a mad mama wolf...

Was not good!