Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man

Author: lucy\_mumbua

Chapter 1: First Day At School

Words : 1232 Updated : Sep 15th, 2025

Here is Chapter 1 of "Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man": Chapter 1: First Day At School Great. Just great. First day at a new school, and... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 1: First Day At School Great. Just great. First day at a new school, and guess what? I'm the new kid. Oh, and did I mention I'm currently strapped into this torture device of a disguise? Yeah. My boobs? Squashed like pancakes, wrapped so tight I can barely breathe. My hair? Hidden under a suffocating head wrap, topped with a cheap-ass men's wig that smells like plastic. And my voice? Let's just pray I don't crack like a teenage boy in puberty. But the real kicker? The way these girls are looking at me. Like, excuse me, ma'am, I am not the next campus heartthrob. But apparently, I've somehow pulled off the "cutest boy in school" look. Fantastic. Now I've got a bunch of lovestruck chicks who are gonna be throwing themselves at me. Great for my disguise, but kissing a girl? Yeah, not on my agenda. And before you ask—why the hell am I putting myself through this? Why am I torturing my poor boobs and stuffing myself into boys' clothes? Because I'm here for one reason: revenge. I should've been here from the start. I should've protected him. But I wasn't. And now my twin brother, Clark, is dead. Suicide, they said. Jumped off a bridge. Body never found. Crocodile-infested waters made sure of that. But I don't buy it. Not for a second. Clark wasn't weak. He wasn't the type to give up. He was the genius, the golden boy. Teachers adored him, my parents worshipped him, and me? I was the rebellious twin. The troublemaker. The one who barely gave a damn about school while he aced every test. But no matter how different we were, he was my best friend. My other half. I kept bullies off his back, and he made sure I didn't flunk out. Then we went our separate ways. He got into Memoville University, this prestigious, elite school in another country, while I... well, let's just say school wasn't exactly my thing. My parents had a meltdown when I refused to go to college, but whatever. I didn't care. Then Clark came home for the holidays after his first semester, and he was... different. Quiet. Withdrawn. When I asked what was wrong, all he said was, "The students are weird. The whole town is creepy." I tried pushing, but he shut me out. So I let it go. Biggest mistake of my life. Because when he went back for his second semester—he never returned. Next thing I know, I'm getting a call saying my brother's dead. Suicide. Case closed. End of story. Like hell it is. Something happened at this school. Something pushed Clark to the edge, and I'm going to find out what. So I faked my identity. Forged my way in. Skipped my first year because let's be real—I didn't come here to study. I came here to hunt. And the bastards responsible? They better start running. Because the moment I find them... mercy won't be an option. Where the hell is this damn class?! I've been wandering around this maze of a campus for thirty freaking minutes, only to end up lost in a hallway straight out of a horror movie. You know the ones—the dimly lit, eerily quiet corridors where the dumbass protagonist ignores all the warning signs and gets murdered first? Yeah. That's me right now. The overhead lights flicker like they're powered by pure spite, casting weird-ass shadows along the walls. And of course, whoever designed this place thought one single light was enough, because apparently, windows were too much to ask for. But the real red flag? There's no one else here. Every other hallway was packed with students—laughing, talking, moving around like normal people. But here? Nothing. No footsteps. No voices. Just me and the creepy hum of the flickering light. Great. Just great. I probably wandered into some abandoned wing that hasn't been used in decades. Knowing my luck, this is the part where some ghost kid appears at the end of the hall, whispers my name, and then I die dramatically. Fan-freaking-tastic. I should turn around. Find my way back. But something about this place feels... off. And not just in a wow, this place is sketchy way. More like a your brother might've walked through here before he died way. And that thought? Yeah, that makes my blood run cold. Just when I decided that this was the dumbest idea ever and was about to turn around, I saw him. A figure. Leaning casually against the wall at the very end of the hallway. Watching me. I couldn't make out his face, but I knew two things for sure—he was tall, and he was definitely a guy. And that's when it hit me. The cold. Not just a normal drafty hallway kind of cold—this was different. This was unnatural. The air went from slightly chilly to freezing in a matter of seconds, like I had just stepped into a damn icebox. My breath fogged up in front of me. My arms broke out in goosebumps. And the worst part? The silence. The light overhead flickered violently now, casting his shadow in broken, jerky movements. I didn't hear footsteps. I didn't hear breathing. Just the distant hum of the dying bulb. And yet, I could feel him watching me. Not just looking—watching. Like he was studying me. Waiting. Every instinct in my body screamed one thing: RUN. And I would have—except my damn legs weren't listening. I just stood there, frozen, my heart pounding so loud it felt like it was trying to break out of my chest. My mind was caught in this battle between turn around and pretend this never happened and sprint the hell out of here before you become a missing person case. The guy tilted his head slightly, as if amused. And that's when I realized— I wasn't sure if he was even human or a ghost. A ghost? Nope. That was stupid. He was just a guy, right? Yeah, just some really tall dude with a weirdly intense stare, chilling in a hallway that looked like it hadn't seen sunlight since the Stone Age. No big deal. Except—why the hell wasn't he moving? Not a single shift in posture. Not even the rise and fall of his chest. Just standing there, head tilted ever so slightly, like he was waiting for something. And the cold? It wasn't going away. If anything, it was getting worse, seeping into my bones like icy fingers curling around my spine. My breath puffed out in white clouds now, and every instinct in me was on high alert, screaming at me that something wasn't right. I swallowed hard. Say something, idiot. Act normal. "Uh... hey?" My voice came out steady—thank god—but the moment the word left my mouth, the light flickered again. And this time, when it came back on... He was closer. Not by much. Just a few steps forward. But I hadn't seen him move. No footsteps. No sound. Just there. And suddenly, I wasn't so sure that running was even an option anymore.

Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man

Chapter 1: First Day At School

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