Mates with Triplets | book I | 18+ (complete - editing)

Chapter 1 | Leila

It was nearing the end of an exceptionally cold Fall as I walked to Edison Tech High School with my best friend, Leto. It was the first day of senior year, and I was hoping that it would be a good one.

A fine mist had been present in the air earlier, glistening in the hopeful dawn's light. Now that the sun was shine in earnest it was rapidly dispersing.

Looking at my friend fondly I shook my head with a smile as I listened to her sing something so off-tune I wasn't sure what it was. Lips twitching, I tugging one of her earbuds, shoving it in my ear just to see. Ah, she was desecrating poor Beyonce's lyrics this time.

At least it wasn't Mariah Carey again - you could always tell, since she sounded like a cat in heat being trampled by a herd of elephants. She had more of a raspy cawing thing going on with Beyonce for some reason.

Turning to hand her back her earbud, I saw that she was giving me a playful glare, which only caused my smirk to widen into a huge grin.

"What? You aren't bad with Amy Winehouse..?"

Her eyes narrowed at that.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean..?"

"Um..."

"You aren't exactly a mythological Siren of ancient lore luring sailors ashore either you know," she huffed.

"You'll notice I don't inflict my harpy-like singing on others though," I muttered playfully.

"Leila," she cried.

"Oh, would you look at that, is it raining," I asked innocently.

"It is not raining," she hissed just as a raindrop smacked against her cheek, causing me to giggle.

Snatching back her earpiece, she carefully replaced it, even as she continued attempting to tunelessly hum along . I was attempting to smother a smile, when I felt the first drops begin to hit, quickly following the first.

Looking up at the sky, I saw the once bright blue had turned a bruise-like color, clouds angrily swirling above.

Soft, hazy grays bled into darker steel grays, the horizon a solid sheet of cloud. Slightly below, deep purples and blues joined the mix as the clouds roiled overhead. What was left of the sky was a poisonous looking sulphur-yellow, an eerie contrast.

A stiff breeze was threatening a heavier oncoming rain. the trees surrounding us creaked ominously, their curled leaves fluttering in the wind.

Grabbing Leto's hand, I began dragging her as I started to half run, half walk to school. With a single booming crack, the skies opened up dumping a seemingly endless supply of water on us.

Great.

That was all it took for Leto to wake from her Beyonce-induced stupor. Quickly shoving her I-pod in her purse, She took my hand once more.

We started to laughingly run through the forest the rest of the way to school, leaves and sticks crunching underfoot. By the time we had arrived, we were thoroughly drenched.

"Ugh," I moaned as I squeezed the rain from my drenched locks. "I literally just had my hair done," I continued upon finally reaching school.

Leto took one look at me and burst out laughing, wiping actual tears from her eyes. "You look like Cousin It, ha ha!"

"Thanks," I muttered sourly as I sent a glare her way.

Still chuckling, she held up her hands in defense. "Hey, you know I look like a drowned rat," she giggled cheerfully.

Sniffing at her playfully I faked a posh British accent which sounded more like a poor impression of Oliver Twist, even to me. "I know no such thing." It was quickly followed by a series of powerful out-of-body sneezes. If I had been sitting, I wouldn't have been anymore.

"Is that supposed to be a British accent," she said squinting one eye as she knowingly held out a small pack of tissues. I took it with a grateful smile and blew my nose with an almighty honk. Now elephants were going to think that they heard a mating call again.

I slowly realized what she had said as I tucked the used Kleenex into my pocket (the most unrealistic part of this story - how often do you see pockets in women's clothes? That's probably more rare than finding a supernatural being). We were silent for all of five seconds before we burst out into loud laughter, clutching our stomachs.

Continuing to laugh, we made our way to home room in better spirits, leaving a trail of murky water in our wake for the poor janitor to take care of.

I sniffed the air as we went.

What smelled so good? I shrugged. Maybe we were actually getting something good for lunch today.

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I was waiting for Calculus to end, eyes trained on the seemingly frozen hands of my mortal enemy that was the clock. My head had at some point clunked onto the plastic surface of the well-graffitied desk, as I absentmindedly traced some of the newer patterns halfheartedly.

The teacher, Mr. Leibniz, continued to drone on and on even as the stubborn clock refused to move, stubbornly staying in the same exact position. After what seemed like several hours, the minute hand appeared to twitch, then settled back in the same position, seemingly leering down at me.

Gritting my teeth, I glared at the hateful clock, more than a bit tempted to rip the damned thing off of the wall.

Finally, The hand reluctantly moved, the bell wailing as if it too was more than ready to bolt. Whooping, I jumped from my seat, running toward the door, nearly ripping the ancient piece of wood off of it's hinges in my excitement. My teacher called out something after me, which just caused me to leave faster.

I decided today I would do something unusual, and head for the library. I was know as "Belle" for a reason; it wasn't because of my name. Although my name did literally mean beauty - well, dark beauty. It didn't hurt that I was the Alpha's only remaining family, always a great status boost.

Well, money, connections and power always are to be fair. Just look at history if you needed facts to ensure you that that's true.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, my Uncle Anubis, Alpha of the Cleo Epifania pack, was currently hosting the infamous Alpha Triplets of the Shadowed Fang Pack.

When I reached the library I gave a quick nod to the librarian who smiled in return before ducking into my favorite hiding spot.

I was currently researching Ancient Egypt for my Ancient Civilization class, when a huge shadow fell over me soon followed by two other giants.

Furrowing my brow in annoyance as I pushed my cobalt blue glasses further up the bridge of my nose, I chose to redouble my concentration the history textbook I had been reading, determined to finish my paper. Until someone grabbed it.

Looking up, I let out a surprised gasp.

A/N: Who do you think it is?  What do you think of Leila so far?

*Leila actually means dark beauty or daughter of the night, often used most by people in the Middle East, such as Persia, Israel by people of Jewish descent, and Arabic people or of Aramaic Descent. I also thought it was a beautiful and fitting name overall.*

**Fair warning; I'm actually a bit of a nerd on the D. L.**

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