Alpha Says What Now?

After suffering two years of insufferable torture at a 'lady's development' academy, Maya Ryder finally returns home to her brothers, only slightly different than when she was first shipped off by her father. And it wasn't her tomboy personality that was altered forever; she suddenly has the power to change into a furry wolf at will. But a secret like hers isn't one that you would blurt out to your brothers at a confession session, and Maya's secret is big enough to turn her world upside down.

Xavier Weston is not the kind of guy Maya hangs out with. In fact, she will do anything to avoid him. He's annoying, immature, selfish, and seems to really hate her for some unknown reason. But when he's blinded by his hatred for rogues,he presents Maya with a life changing decision that leaves her confounded. And suddenly she ain't the only one hiding secrets anymore.

WARNING: Full of humor and general randomness and awesomeness :)


1. Chapter One

Hello my little antelopes, Caitie here! *waves spastically* So this is my second story, I haven't done anything in this genre before so I hope its  good! :) I'll leave you to decide for now!

Au revoir,




I walk through the darkened hallway, my footsteps intruding on the silence. I grin to myself as I open up a classroom door quietly and slip through the doorway, closing it gently behind me. This wasn't one of my most ingenious plans, but added to the rest of the things I've done during the past week, it might just be enough. . . . .

I turn to face the whiteboard in front of me, my ultimate weapon poised in my hand. I uncap the nozzle and start spraying "Maya is awesome" overtop the the screen in front of me, smiling to myself cheekily. Ms Levings was gonna KILL ME when she found out what I'd done. . . .

"Good evening Maya." A voice says from behind me, and I freeze, halfway from writing the M in awesome. Busted. I whip around with the impish smile still dressing my face.

" 'Sup Anora." I smirk at her, and the principal, Ms Anora Levings glares at me when I use her first name. Ever since I found that out mid last year when I was sent unattended to her office for attempting to mow "Maya Rocks." on the front lawn, I've been using it ever since to get under her skin. And man, it works like magic.

" 'Sup?" she asks me with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I was just on my way to my office to grab some last minute things when guess what I heard?"

"Don't ask me." I shrug nonchalantly. She flinches when the spray can inadvertently gets flung in her direction in the process, and I smirk at her again.

"I heard a door open." She continues, ignoring me with a hot look in my direction. "Naturally, I was curious and so I investigated."

I gasp dramatically. "Oh Anora, you know that you shouldn't do that! How many times have you screamed at that girl on the screen during a horror movie to not go into that room??!"

"Maya." She says sternly, giving up on her story, making me grin as I look at her.

"Yeah Anora?"

"Stop calling me that!" She snaps. "And it is 'Yes', not 'Yeah'. You sound very unlady-like when you say 'Yeah'."

I grimace. "Geez Anora, you should know now, after 2 years of pure torture that I am 'very unlady-like'." I mimic her in a high voice with a cheeky smirk. "DUH."

"Then you give me no choice." She sighs, as if this is 'such a decision'. "Maya Ryder, I hereby expel you from the Levings Institution for Young Ladies."

I almost jump with excitement. "Seriously??!" I'm curious as to why she has suddenly changed her mind, but I wasn't going to complain. I almost sing out in pure joy. I was going to see my brothers again!

"Yes seriously." Ms Levings snaps, losing her 'lady-like' demeanor. She takes a deep breath, and I resist the urge to laugh. Ever since I arrived here when I was 15 she's taken thousands of that deep breath, I do that to her. 'Cause I totally rock.

Ms Levings snaps her fingers in front of my face, causing me to scowl deeply at her in the dark. "Are you with me Malaya?" She asks, invoking my full name, making my scowl to deepen even more. Seriously, who in their right mind would call their child Malaya? It makes me sound like some kind of new disease, which is totally uncool. Ms Levings gulps inadvertently when she sees my expression, making me smile on the inside. Damn straight you big oaf. You better be scared of me.

"Yeah." I grunt, which was very 'unlady-like', according to my principal who brought me up on it once again. Seriously, enough with the 'being a proper lady' crud!! Did my father really think that he could change me, Maya Ryder, by sending me to an "Institution for Young Ladies'??

"You have 20 minutes to pack your bags and be out by the front door." Ms Levings explains. "A limousine will be waiting for you to take you to your destination."

I grin widely at the mention of me finally going home. "YEEESS!" I cheer loudly, making her wince. "You're finally going to be rid of me Anora! How cool is that??!"

"Yes, it is indeed, very 'cool'." She sighs, looking tired. "Now run upstairs and get ready Maya. You do not have much time."

"Woot!!" I shriek as I skip out of the classroom. "I'm going ho-ome, I'm going ho-ome!"

"Malaya!" She snaps. "There are people trying to sleep! Stop that incessant chanting!"

I grin and chant even louder. It's not like the girls on my floor aren't used to it anyways. I've been they're living hell as well as they're obnoxious alarm clock for the past 2 years. Aswell as my 'incessant' chanting, I've pulled many pranks on these 'lady wannabes' as I call them, aka the snobs in disguise, which to the teachers and Ms Levings immense disappointment, I never gave up, despite the punishments they gave me. Added to the fact that I am most definitely far from ever becoming a lady, which is something that I am immensely proud of, I'm pretty sure most of them are used to it by now, and I reckon there's gonna be a massive party here once I've gone, both student and teacher alike.

"Geez, is it time for us to get up already?" A voice grumbles from behind a door as I skip past. "No!" I sing to them. "Not this time. I'm going ho-ome, I'm going ho-ome. . . "

"Shut it!" Another voice growls. I shake my finger at the door it came from. "Very unlady-like Nessa." I scold cheekily. "Whatever." They mumble back to me, and I can hear a soft thump as something that sounds very much like a pillow hits the door.

Home. Such a cool word, I decide. Can't wait to use it more often, and I grin once again as I skid past my door. I've never really made my dorm room my home, its just clothes scattered all over the floor and past due essays that have become my new carpet. So it doesn't take me that long to pack my belongings up, and I pity the cleaner who has to come in and deal with all my leftover crud and food. Because of my pranks and 'incessant' chanting - man I'll never be able to use that word again dammit - I haven't made any real friends, well, not with the girls anyways, so that takes off another 10 minutes and leaves my emotions in check.

I run down the hallway and arrive at the massive hallway, which has staircases winding around the edges of the circular room, and I can't resist to slide down them one more time. The amount of horrified girls I'd taken out sliding down these babies. . . .Those were the days.

I stop at the bottom with my bag hanging off my arms and my dark brown hair all over my face, and I brush it away as Ms Levings suddenly appears in front of me, a disapproving frown on her face. I smile up at her cheekily and poke my tongue out. Yeah, I know it's childish, but really, this is Maya Ryder you're talking to here.

She looks down at my bags and I think that I can see a hint of relief in her eyes at the prospect of me finally leaving, which makes me laugh. Looking at me like I'm a raving lunatic, she tries to smile as she finally says goodbye.

"Goodbye Malaya." She nods, and randomly tilts her head. "It has been . . . interesting, to say in the least. I think that we will definitely miss you here."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I dismissedly wave my hand at her. "Its been great, blah blah blah, now, where's the limo??!"

She smiles at my excitement, and points. "Over there." She says, looking at me one last time. "See you Maya."

I leap down the stairs, almost tripping over my feet in my hurry to get to the limo. Flinging my bag in the back, I flop down next to it and slam the door hurriedly, making the driver wince.

"Drive Stan drive!" I urge the driver, grinning madly at him. "Quick, before she changes her mind!"

The driver, who's name I'm pretty sure isn't Stan, I just call him that 'cause it sounds cool - Driver Stan - , shakes his head ruefully and bides to my frenzied demand, quickly slamming his foot down on the accelerator, and we sped off out of the hellhole for the last time.


The 5 hour ride back to my house certainly gave me a lot of time to think, and an hour into the trip back I realised something with sickening dread. I had only just celebrated my 17th birthday a week ago, and it wasn't my skinny dipping in the school pool that happened on my birthday. Though the caretakers face was priceless when he saw me and my birthday suits glory. The big fat perv. No, that happened after I just happened to turn into a great big hulking white wolf. Yes, I said a wolf. It scared the crap outta me, not to mention the snob I was pranking at the time. Good thing she fainted. I blamed it on a knock to the head. Anora didn't believe me though.

I was okay about the whole wolf part - mostly. She was great fun when she wasn't a pain in the ass. No, it was the whole 'keeping it from thy prying brothers' thing. I loved my brothers to death and never kept secrets from them, apart from the whole womanhood thing, and trust me, they sure regretted wheedling it outta me. And even then, I hated keeping that secret from them. So how the heck am I gonna keep something as big as this from them?


The great thing about Levings Institution for Young Ladies - and I still snort at the ridonculous name - yes, I just said ridonculous, deal with it, is that they provide free, 5 star transport everywhere, which means top of the line limousines and drivers. Which is,why I totally couldn't resist the urge to don my Aviators, and step out of the limo like a celebrity, screaming " The wonderful, the amazing, the totally awesome Maya Ryder is here!!"

I pause when silence greets me, and look down over my glasses, to see a hurricane of blonde hair barreling towards me. Screaming theatrically, I run and hide next to Driver Stan's window, grinning madly in at him. He rolls his eyes at me and motions for me to move. I widen my eyes at him.

"He's going to kill me! I can't move!" I shriek at Driver Stan, and he smiles patiently at me. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm off my rocker, but he's really good fun otherwise.

"Of course he is Maya. Now please move; I have to go back to the Institution and be there by 3."

I sigh theatrically and let go of the car. "Fine, All goods. Thanks for all these years Driver Sta-aargh!!"

I'm yanked from behind and into a massive bear hug, and I grin into the shirt of my captor. I look up innocently and into a pair of bright blue sparkling eyes.

" 'Sup Carter!!" I cheer up at him. My brother grins down at me cheekily. "You missed me much then hmm?"

He tilts his head as he pretends to think. "Uuum. Nope." He grins cheerily, making me whack him hard. He winces and I immediately scold myself mentally. All this extra strength that came with the change I really need to keep in check. . . . .

"I'm not gonna say sorry, 'cause I really ain't." I smirk up at him. He shakes his head ruefully and pokes my arm.

"You have not changed a tiny bit have you Maya?" He sighs, and I smile, even though my heart squeezes as I lie to him. "Nope, not at all." I pop the P and poke my tongue out at him. He smirks at me. "Soooo immature."

"Only awesome people are." I say cheekily. "Deal with it punk."

I go to walk inside and he trips me up, quick as lightening. I land on the ground heavily and growl at Carter. He smirks at me and hollers "Hey gusy!! Maya's home!" as he pins me down on the ground.

"Carter you wanker let me up!!" I cry, struggling as I hear loud footsteps thudding down the staircase. Two blonde haired boys and another with dark brown hair fly out the door, and look down at me, grinning.

"Pig pile!!" The brown haired one shouts excitedly, and I gasp.

"Chris!! Dont' you dare. . . . OOF."

He lands on me with a war battle worthy cry, and soon the other three follow, smiles identically mischeivious.

"Carter! Zack!! HARPER!" I shriek as each of their bodies land on me, and I just can't help cracking up underneath them all. "God it's good to be home. Well, not with all you beasties here, but apart from that . . ."

Harper grins down at me, as his identical brothers Carter and Zack smirk. "Who said we wanted you home?"

I frown, playing along. "Wait. . . SO you don't want me anymore?" I add a sniff for good measure, and Chris groans from on top of me.

"Seriously, you're my twin sister, and I love you, but you really gotta give up the acting. You suck at it." He grumbles good naturedly, making me crack up.

"I don't suck!!" I deadpan him. "I'm just . . . . a work in progress."

They all snigger and I slap the arm closest to me. "OWW!" Harper groans. "What the heck was that for girl??!"

I giggle. "You're sitting on me. You laughed at me. You die." I laugh wickedly. "Get off me you lump of lard and it won't happen again."

They all hurriedly leap off me and I crack into a smile, flicking my dark brown curls over my shoulder. "Suckers."

Zack laughs and hold my shoulders, looking deep into my eyes. "Somethings different about you." He says thoughtfully, eyes looking up. I gulp inadvertently and try not to panic. Oh God he's found out, I am so buggered. . . .

"I know!" Zack exclaims, looking like he was trying not to laugh. "Did you learn anything while you were away? 'Cause I'm sure you're head has shrunk instead of expand." He explodes into laughter as the others stop trying to contain their own, and they all join in together to laugh at my expense. I frown at them all, only pretending to be annoyed but tremendously relieved.

"Uncool Zack, uncool." I grumble at him, smiling despite myself. " 'Course I didn't learn anything. Would you if Dad sent you away from me to learn to be a real man??!"

Harper shudders while Zack keeps on laughing.

"You should have seen you're face!!" He gasps. "It was priceless!!"

I shake my finger at them and toss them the bird over my shoulder. "Annoying pests." I mutter under my breath as I stroll past them.

"I heard that!" Chris yells after me, still laughing.

"See if I care!" I yell back at him, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. It really was good to be home.


I run up the stairs to my room, which is the last one on the very left, the furtherest room away from my Dad's office, thank God. My brothers all follow me up, shoving and pushing each other on the way. I smirk and shake my head ruefully at them, they were seriously gonna hurt themselves one day doing that. The three triplets - Zack, Carter and Harper - had all ganged up on my twin brother and were attempting to manhandle him onto the banister and slide him down it. I laugh quietly as I slip into my room. Chris was totally gonna lose to our 19 year old brothers.

Closing my door behind me, I lean against it with a contented sigh and stare out at my room. Frowning, I look around and. . .

"BOOOOOYYYYSSS!!" I scream. It falls silent outside my door. "What in barnacles name have you done to my room?!"

They all burst out laughing again, and Harper's blonde head appears next to me, chortling.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" He grins. "Its just you!"

I glare st him hotly. "You painted my freaking room pink!!"

"He what??!" Harper gasps dramatically. "Oh heeelll NO!"

I grit my teeth. "I'm. Going. To. Kill. You."

"I'd run." Zack remarks casually. "Remember the time I bought her that pink bag?"

Harper pales considerably. "You wouldn't." He whispers. I smile evilly. "Oh, I would. You better watch out buddy boy, the next week is gonna be hell."

Harper screams like a girl and runs from the room. I burst out laughing, and hold onto the doorframe, gasping for breath.

"Did you see his face??!" I shriek with mirth. "Classic!"

Zack looks confused. "Wait . . . . You're not gonna get him back?"

I smirk. "Oh, I will. Hey Chris," I say as I turn to him. He looks at me warily. "What Maya?"

"Wanna help me?"

He grins. "Oh hellz yeah.Count me in!"

I knock knuckles with him. "Twins rule!"

Chris grins at the other two boys who were grinning at us, amused. Now Zack shakes his head. "Nah bro, its always the triplets who come out on top."

I look at him, shocked. "Are you kidding me?"

Zack shakes his head and tries to look tough by crossing his arms, with Carter copying his motion. I look at Chris and we do the same. "Two on two." I say to him. "Should be an easy fight."

He grins. "Sure will!"

Uttering a battle cry worthy of the Vikings, I leap towards Carter and tackle him to the ground. He grunts in pain and growls at me. We tumble around on the landing outside my room, each person getting a few kicks and soft punches in.

"Geez Maya where did you learn to punch? " Carter says, rubbing his arm.

"Maya, CATCH!" Chris yells, chucking me a water pistol at me, its tanks already. Grinning manically, I turn my weapon on Carter. "This battle just got even more one sided." I boom out, with a deep evil laugh. Carter's eyes widen when he sees my gun cocked and ready to shoot.

"No no no!" He yells. "I-I-I-I surrender! Please don't shoot me." he pleads. "I'm too young to die."

I scoff in disgust. "Disgusting." I say, spitting on his face and shaking my head. He winces and wipes the saliva away in horror. "You are not worthy of the honor of living. Die young man DIE!" I shriek, spraying him with pink coloured water. Once I have obliterated him out of existence, I turn go Chris. "Really, you had to choose pink?!"

My brother shrugs. "Thought it was good payback." he says as Carter moans in pain and humiliation on the floor next to us.

"True dat." I shrug back at him, then grin madly. "Lets go get these two others suckers."

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