Triplet Alphas, I'm Not Your Princess!

Two days ago I was sitting in my room in a large white dress waiting to marry a handsome Alpha.

I, Celinda Travers, daughter of the President of the United Federation of Werewolves was set to marry my own Prince Charming just one week before my 18th birthday.

It was supposed to be the “fairytale event of the season," as the "True American Werewolf Princess" marries her own Prince Charming. Every little girl's dream.

Too bad I didn’t want to be a princess.

I was destined to be a prince.

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[Calvin].

“Welcome, Calvin Wolfenson,” the admittance counselor scrunches his face as he peers nearsighted at my identification, “We are glad to have you here at Wolfbane Academy.”

I smile (but not too widely--boys do not smile widely), take the packet from his waiting hand, and make my way over to a nearby table to fill out a thick stack of paperwork.

“Where did my idiot brother put my information?” I whine (but not too loudly, boys don’t whine) as I look for the folder where my twin brother, the real Calvin, placed all of my important information.

When your brother breaks into the National Security computers and creates a fake identity for you, it is probably a good idea not to lose it.

Digging in my backpack, I find three pencils, a thumb drive, and a candy wrapper. “Where the hell…?” Looking over at the counter, I see the conspicuous red folder left behind on the admittance counter from when I presented my ID to the clerk.

“Oh for Goddess’ sake!” I swear as I turn around and head back.

I didn’t see the girl with the curly blonde hair until I fell on top of her.

She blinks up at me with large blue eyes, her cheeks growing red as she bites her lip. “Um, excuse me,” she gasps, her chest heaving.

Looking around, I see that I knocked her books everywhere, and her glasses, thick horn-rimmed monstrosities, lay broken on the ground next to her.

Wow, I’ve only been a boy for two days and I’ve turned into such a brute.

“I am so sorry,” I hold out a hand to help her off the floor. “This is completely my fault,” I apologize as I help pick her belongings off the floor. She has a surprisingly strong grip for a girl who is so petite that she only comes up to my chin. I am tall for a she-wolf at almost 6 feet, but she’s tiny compared to me.

I grab my missing folder off the counter and notice the girl is still standing there, staring at me with wide eyes and a lost expression. “Um,” she twists one of her long, golden curls between her fingers, “I can’t find my glasses, I…”

Carefully I pick up what remains of her broken eyewear. “I am so, so, sorry,” I apologize again as I place them in her hands gingerly. When she puts them on, they sit crookedly on her face, one lens gone, the other looking ready to fall out at any moment.

“Don’t worry about it,” she giggles, looking away shyly, her cheeks red with embarrassment. “They were an old pair anyway.”

“I should have been watching where I was going,” I admit openly. “I was a bit distracted.” I point to the huge stack of paperwork on the table. “I just got here today and I am trying to get a dorm room and…”

“Oh, you’re new!” She smiles brightly, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “Well then let me tell you a little secret.”

She motions me closer with her finger. I lean down to hear her. She takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent.

“Are you okay?”

“Um, yes,” she almost purrs. “It’s just that you smell really good. Like apples and sunshine. Do you have a mate?”

“Ah…no,” That’s a very forward question. I would never go up to a strange wolf and ask about his mating status. I only met this girl a minute ago and she’s already digging into my private life. “I..ah…haven’t turned 18 yet.”

“Oh. Well, do you want one?” She continues to look up at me with her large, blue eyes and I’m not sure what to say. I think she might be flirting with me, but since I’ve never been the type to flirt myself, I’m not exactly sure what flirting looks like.

“I don’t know,” I say very slowly, taking a step back while trying to keep my face neutral. “Right now, I really just want to find a place to stay.”

“Oh yes~! Well about that, you don’t have to stay at these icky dorms you know,” she says “icky” behind her hand, as if afraid anyone will hear her talking bad about the academy. “You can still be on campus without staying here. All you have to do is pledge.”

“Pledge?”

“You were going to pledge, right?” She smiles up at me. “A handsome, strong wolf like you is probably going to be an Alpha when your birthday hits,” she nods her head sagely. “Trust me, I have a nose for things like this, and you,” she exhales slowly, her body slumping into enticing, sensual curves, “You smell like an Alpha.”

“Um, thanks,” I reply looking at this strange girl and wondering how her nose could be so intuitive and yet so completely wrong. I’m female, or at least I am under all this boy clothing, and girls can’t be alphas. Maybe she smells my twin on his old clothes. Yeah, that must be it.

“Oh, and just so you know, all the best Alphas pledge Alpha Beta Gamma,” she pulls me by the arm. “My name is Amie by the way.”

“Cel…um…Calvin,” I almost slipped and gave her my real name. My new life will be over before it starts if someone finds out I’m Princess Celinda Travers, Daughter of Daniel Travers, President of the United Federation of Wolves.

“Well Calvin,” she leads me outside toward a crowd of coeds dressed in white togas, “your life is about to change forever.”

[Celinda].

“Wait up!” I shout as Amie pulls me with such speed and force that I am almost knocked off my feet as we stumble together towards a booth at the edge of a large field. There are other booths lined up nearby in a long straight row, each with different Greek letters written in bold fonts on large flags above each station.

As she passes, she points at a booth decorated with crescent moons. “That's my sorority, Sigma Lambda Nu,” she smiles, “We’re named for the Moon Goddess herself, Selena.” She pulls a crescent moon necklace from beneath her blouse holding it up so I can see it is the same symbol as what is painted on the sign. “All the best lunas were Selenes.”

“I think my mom was a Selene,” I say without thinking, only realizing after the words leave my mouth that it might have been the wrong thing to say. Now she is going to be even more curious about my background than she was a moment ago.

“I knew it!” she squeals, “You are definitely going to be an alpha. Is your dad an alpha?” she looks up at me again with those big doe eyes. She’s adorable, if not a bit ridiculous with one missing lens.

“Um, he’s a very important wolf,” I deflect her question. I don’t want her digging too deep. The more lies I tell, the harder it will be to keep my identity straight.

Before I can elaborate, I find myself standing face to face with a grim-looking wolf about twice my size and girth. By the look of him, he’s a gamma and a strong one at that. Gammas are built for war and are often a bit more muscular than a standard wolf.

“Hi Aiden,” Amie blinks her long lashes at him as she holds tightly to my arm. “I’m going to sponsor my friend Calvin. He wants to pledge Alpha Beta Gamma,” She leans forward. “Calvin…What’s your last name again?”

“Wolfenson,” I murmur.

“Calvin Wolfenson,” she says clearly, staring down at Aiden’s unmoving hand.

The gamma gives me a once over and scowls.

“Now Amie,” he groans in a baritone so deep the table rattles. “You know we can’t just take in any stray you find on the side of the road. He doesn’t look like he’s ABG material.”

I stand up a little straighter and stare down at the seated gamma. "Who are you to decide that?” I growl. “I’m a bigger, badder wolf than you’ll ever be.” I huff.

I don’t even care about whether or not this fraternity accepts me, I just don’t like the way he dismissed me. It’s infuriating how people disregard you over something as stupid as size.

Or gender.

As Aiden stands and stretches to his full height, I realize I may have made a mistake by questioning his judgment and challenging his manhood.

I might be tall and strong for a she-wolf at 5’11, but Aiden is close to 7 ft of pure muscle. The dude is built like a brick wall and is a trained gamma to boot. He could pound me into dust before I could shout “Help! Save me!!”

“Aiden,” Amie grumbles as she stops her foot. “Stop being a bully! You can’t act this way around every boy I’m interested in.”

My head snaps around. “Is this guy your ex-boyfriend?” praying that this isn’t the case with the way Amie is holding onto my arm. The last thing I need to deal with is a territorial ex-boyfriend.

“No,” she shakes her head, clearly disgusted by the insinuation. “It’s just my idiot big brother.”

Oh god, that’s even worse. Her bully big brother might just kill me for standing next to her.

“Aiden Nicole McGruff,” she growls, her eyes glowing a brighter blue as her wolf takes charge. “If you do not put my pledge’s name on your list right now,” she pauses as she points a scolding finger in his face, “I’m telling Mom about your girlfriends. All 5 of them.”

I have never seen a gamma shrink so quickly away from a challenge before. As Amie stares him down, he seems to bend in on himself, deflating into a wolf half his size.

“Ah, Amie, don’t be like that,” he looks over his shoulder at a group of jocks lifting weights and stretching as they prepare for the games. “The Triple Terrors won’t let me live it down if I let a skinny dweeb like this in.”

She raises an eyebrow and reaches into her purse. Pulling out her phone she presses a button and puts it to her ear. “Hey Mom,” she chirps. “Guess what?”

“Fine!” he scribbles my fake name on his list with a flourish. “Here’s your number and here’s your toga,” he hands me a crumpled piece of paper and an old white sheet. “Have fun and…um…don’t die.”

“Don’t die,” I repeat under my breath.

Amie titters. “Oh that silly Aiden, always a clown,” her smile grows even wider as her smile takes on that awkward tone of someone caught in a lie. “He doesn’t really mean that. It’s just a series of games and activities to see if you can handle the challenge of being a frat boy. See,” she points towards the field where various games are set up. “It’s just like field day from when you were a kid.”

One of the young men wearing a toga throws a sharpened harpoon past my head at a target nearby with so much force that the target shakes.

“Shit.” I duck as another one whizzes by. “Holy Mother of Wolves!”

Amie helps lead me out of the line of fire to an area where other hopefuls are getting into their togas. Looking around I can see a problem right away.

Most of them are topless.

“Um, Amie,” I hiss, “Do I have to take my shirt off?”

“Well I wouldn’t mind,” she starts blinking again.

I frown. What am I going to do?

Seeing my expression, Amie’s whole body language changes. “No, it’s not mandatory,” she answers my question directly for once, without any attempts at winning me over. It’s nice to hear her speak to me as a person, and not as a potential date. “Here, let me help you put it on over your clothing.”

Once I’m properly outfitted Amie delicately paints lines and figures on my face with her fingertips. She is careful as she strokes my face, making sure that I look as fierce as I can before starting this competition. “Now you’re ready,” she declares, smiling at her handiwork. “Now let’s get you a spot in this fraternity!”