Bound to the Alpha, the Witch and the Vampire

 Moon's POV

"I can feel your pulse racing," Gabriella said.

I'd just been abandoned by my parents, dropped off in a strange school---without so much as a good bye, where I knew no one. Of course, I was pissed...and maybe a little sad.

I jerked my hand away from her quickly. "Gabriella, I-."

"Gabby," she corrected.

"What?"

"Gabby," she said with a grin. "My friends call me that."

I frowned. When did we become friends?

"Gabby, you sure look like a nice girl, but--."

A scream a few yards away from us made me look up. I squinted my eyes, trying to find the source.

"What's that?" I asked.

People were gathering around, as they pointed fingers at something.

"Let's go see."

We walked to where the crowd was gathered and pushed through the bodies, until we came to a stop. 

"What's happening?" I asked. 

 I stared in surprise at the girl covered in a white, gooey substance, her hair wet hanging in wet clumps. I looked around but no one stepped forward to help her. Instead they just laughed and pointed fingers.

"That must be her," Gabby said. I glanced at her.

"You know her?" I asked.

She shook her head, as she stared at the girl. "But I heard what happened to her."

Her eyes met mine. "She's been marked."

My brows creased. "Sorry, I don't speak rich."

I glanced around. "Why's no one helping her?"

"No one can," she said.

"The hell with that."

I stepped forward when Gabby grabbed my arm to stop me.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing?'" I stared at the poor girl.

"I'm helping her."

Her hold tightened on my wrist. "You can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you'll be marked too," she said.

I didn't understand a word she said. The only mark I was familiar with was between mates. It was not the kind of mark that left someone humiliated and laughed at.

I couldn't believe they were hanging around, laughing at the poor girl when they could have helped her. What the hell was wrong with the students?

And where are the teachers when you need them? I jerked Gabby's hand away and moved to help the girl. But it was too late---the girl ran off, crying.

I turned to Gabby, fists clenched. "I could have helped her."

She dropped my hand. "Trust me, you couldn't have."

The crowd dispersed slowly, and I watched in horror as they talked in groups, laughing at what they'd just seen. There was no remorse on their faces, as they whispered amongst themselves. 

"You coming?" she asked.

"What was that about?" I asked.

Gabby clearly knew more than she let on.

"Who was that girl and what the hell could she have done to make her be humiliated like that?" I paused.

She sighed, her gaze darting away.

"And why did no one help her?" It baffled me beyond words.

Gabby sighed. "Her name's Vie, she's a werewolf."

A werewolf. Just like me. Or what I was supposed to be...

I waited. "Surely that couldn't be all."

"Ever heard of the Three?" she asked.

I frowned. "Like the number?"

"Oh, dear," she facepalmed.

"The Three. Aramis, Lucien and Rhys," she stated.

I blinked. It sounded like she was just listing off random names.

Her jaw dropped when she was my blank stare. "Really? You've never heard of them before?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I could feel my patience wearing thin.

"They marked her."

"What the hell does that mean?!" I snapped.

It was like we were both speaking different languages.

"The Three are the kings of Supernaturals' High," she said.

I had so many questions but I held back, knowing she wasn't done.

"Rhys is the son of the most powerful wizard in the country, and rules the witch faction in Supernaturals' High."

I bit my tongue to keep from interrupting her.

"His eyes, so perfect and hazel," she clapped her hands in awe, as she stared into space.

"He has these luscious lips, that seem to---."

"Gabby," I called through gritted teeth.

She cleared her throat. "Right."

"Then, there's Lucien," she sighed wistfully. "Son of Marcellus Blood, the vampire king."

"He has abs for days and has--."

I cleared my throat loudly, interrupting her.

"Right, right."

"Aramis, their leader, son of Adolphus Black, leader of the Nightshade pack."

There was not a wolf that didn't know the Nightshade pack, the most powerful pack in the entire land. Their Alpha, Adolphus was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty. No one dared to cross him for fear of the dire consequences.

"Together, they rule Supernaturals' High and the three factions," Gabby's voice broke through my thoughts. 

"No one dares cross their path, else they'd be marked," she paused. "Like the girl we saw earlier."

"What did she do to get marked?" I asked.

I wondered what the hell she could have done to warrant such hatred from the entire school.

Gabby leaned closer. "Apparently, she cheated on him."

I scoffed. "That's all?"

Her brows creased as she stared at me. "She cheated on the Aramis, leader of the Three!"

"So what, he made her the target of the entire school?" I asked.

"It's no wonder she cheated. What kind of asshole---."

My words were muffled as placed her hand on my mouth. Her hand smelled like cupcakes.

"Shh!" she shushed, her eyes bulging as she looked around in alarm.

"There are ears everywhere," she said.

She removed her hand and I spat. A boy came over to us and handed us a flyer.

"I'll see you there," he winked at me, and walked away.

Ugh.

Gabby glanced through the flyer and smiled. "Oh, we're definitely going to this party."

"Do I have a say?"

She paused. "What do you think?"

Oh brother.

"But first," she gestured at my outfit. "We need to do something about this."

Was it too late to go back home?