MARKED AND CLAIMED BY THE TRIPLET ALPHAS

CHAPTER ONE.

DAWN'S POV.

As soon as I stepped out of Mr. Jones' car, a view of the massive building greeted me, serving as a reminder that I had gotten the chance to study here.

A scholarship to one of the most prestigious colleges in the city. Everyone's dream school.

Finally, I could study freely, be myself, achieve my dreams, and maybe even meet him afterward, without anyone being insulting towards me or reminding me about my parents.

I found myself smiling wide at this thought, my heart racing.

"Are you alright, girl?" I heard Mr. Jones right from behind me, and I found myself trembling for no reason, before turning to face him.

He too had gotten out of his vehicle and was adjusting his suit.

"Yes, thank you so much, sir, for everything, especially this," I replied with a thin smile while gesturing with my free hand towards the gigantic building, my books in the other.

"I should be thanking you instead, kiddo. I owe you my life," he told me with a bright smile, reminding me of the incident which led to all this, the incident which brought me here.

He started moving towards the building, and I followed right behind him, my two hands clutching my books tightly to my chest, my head bent down towards the floor, due to the fellow students I saw walking around, and I wondered why.

'Could it be the fact that I did not belong here with them?' I wondered.

We made our way towards the Chief Accountant's office to get myself settled in, and after everything, I was handed my timetable, my hostel key, and other stuff.

The registration was pretty easy and simple, but I needed not be surprised, for it was a big shot who gave me the admission after all.

"I will be taking my leave now, Dawn," Mr. Jones informed me while turning to look at his watch, and I nodded.

"Thank you once again," I appreciated for the hundredth time, and he gave me another one of his bright smiles before departing, leaving me all alone to myself and fate.

I took in a deep breath before deciding to locate my hostel room and get settled in. I used this period to look around the school, and I was amused.

'Everywhere was so perfect and beautiful'. I thought feeling my face forming into another smile.

"I finally get to study," I muttered to myself. As I was walking trying to find the hostel, the first thing I noticed was the school had a sprawling green garden and a large ground.

The garden lay at the center and could be viewed by almost all classes. It also had comfortable communal areas where students could relax and socialize with fellow students

The vintage buildings of the school didn't fail to mesmerize me with their glorious beauty.

'Well, I should not be surprised,' I thought. The school is secluded on the Lush Hills of Octave States, where it encircles around the rich only.

Its huge building complimented the blue and yellow that painted the school walls.

It was well-equipped with all the contemporary gadgets. It was like a lighthouse of education bestowing knowledge as well as ethical conduct upon its students.

The classrooms are built in between the dormitories where students easily match and receive their daily curricular activities according to what I read on the net.

Fortunately, I am lucky enough to be enrolled in a prestigious school and gain a wonderful education, and I am looking forward to realizing my dreams.

Finally, I found the hostel building and noticed it is a mixed boarding school and has separate boys' and girls' hostels.

The boy's hostel is a few miles away from the girl's hostel. Each student belongs to a particular house named after some beautiful color, and I was in a purple house, my favorite color to be precise.

I took a deep breath and was about to knock on the door when I stopped, feeling my heart racing. I placed my hand instead on my chest to calm myself down.

"Everything will be alright, Dawn," I muttered to myself but failed to calm myself down.

This was a school for the rich, and I was miles away from being rich. If they were to ever find out, would that mean bullying?

I gasped, feeling my heart pounding faster as I began to recall memories of the past I had been trying to forget and move on from.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice from behind me, and that distracted me from my thoughts. I slowly turned to see a cream-haired girl clad in the same uniform as I was.

A white crop top, with a long tie and a red mini skirt with white stripes. The only difference was while I had on white boots to match, she had on black heels, and her skirt was way shorter.

"Back to earth, girl, you don't need to ogle at me like that. I know I am pretty," the cream-haired girl told me, while flaunting her long hair back with her fingers, her chin held high, standing tall.

My fingers began to twitch unconsciously, my feet trembling, and my palms sweaty. I could almost feel my whole body shaking as I tried to control myself.

"Who are you, by the way?" She asked, scanning my entire appearance with her eyes