In Arcadia Bay where powerful alphas, betas, and very few omegas roam the halls of Blackwell High, each one looking for the opportunity to thrive. Hunting for a mate to fulfill their 'needs'. Their pheromones aching and reaching out to anyone who attracts them.

That is until along comes Maxine Caulfield and ruins everyone's equilibrium.

You see, Max is not an alpha. Nor is she a beta or omega.

Max is a siren.

Sirens have some of the strongest thralls in the world, everything about a siren entrances people towards them; their voices, appearances, and personalities. However, they are incredibility rare. Only taking up 0.02% of the population. But, they have a unique ability. Sirens can deflect the pheromones of others, leaving them immune to even the strongest of alpha's call.

So when Max- lanky, sweet and oblivious Max, moves to Arcadia Bay… well, she fucks everyone over.

Chapter 1 - A Sirens Arrival

Victoria was bored. Even with Courtney and Taylor talking about stupid mindless bullshit and gossip, she still wasn't entertained; but then again, she nothing really was. I wish there was more omega's in this school, she thought bitterly, and of course, the only female omega is a fucking religious saint. She should be lucky no one has lost control yet, or that 'purity' or hers would have been fucking long gone.

Victoria could feel the release of her anger and pheromones in the air, making the surrounding Beta's whimper in unconscious submission. She looked up only to see the weak faces on Courtney and Taylor, and Miss Grant's disapproving face. Included with a raised eyebrow.

"Miss Chase, it would help if you could control yourself, as you can see you are distracting the class" Miss Grant's scolded, motioning towards the rest of the class.

She growled softly under her breath, then took a moment to calm down. At least I have Courtney and Taylor, they aren't omegas, but they will do for now. That is until I claim a mate, that is. But at this rate, it will never fucking happen in this shithole town.

The bell suddenly rang, to which her two Beta's obediently packed away her things. Victoria rolled her eyes. They'll do anything for a fucking. It's so pathetic. She thought, to which she sauntered out the door, her puppets following her two steps behind, failing to catch up to her. The gossip in the halls are louder than usual, I wonder why?

Victoria couldn't help but glance around the halls, where clusters of Beta's helplessly trailed behind their Alpha's. One such couple was the notorious player, Rachel Amber and following behind her was the resident punk, Chloe Price. I fucking can't believe how weak Chloe is towards Rachel. Doing everything to her beck and call, like a fucking love-sick puppy. It's disgusting. Doesn't anyone in this hell hole have any backbone, God?

Victoria couldn't help the icy glare she shot at Rachel even if wanted to. Rachel returned the glare with her own all-too-perfect smile, sauntering up towards Victoria and her gang. Victoria's eyes narrowed, mentally sharping her tongue preparing herself for the battle.

"Well if it isn't Rachel Amber and oh, look at this. You've decided to get a new one" Victoria sneered gesturing towards Chloe, who growled softly. "But I know I shouldn't be so surprised, after all, you do like taking in strays and making them you're bitch"

"Not as sharp today than usual, huh Victoria? What, did you lose your touch" Rachel deflected, giving Victoria a mocking smile. Victoria's blood boiled.

"Just get of my way, you incompetent slut," Victoria said, seething anger, whilst shoving Rachel with her shoulder. She continued down the hall, Courtney and Taylor dare not say anything to the enraged Alpha.

That fucking bitch, I just want to wipe that smug look of her fucking face. Victoria thought while navigating towards her next class. At least I have photography next, I can cool down in there. I can't even believe it's already been three days in high school and people are already basically fucking each in the hallways. Not like there's anyone worth having sex within this small ass town, even the Omegas are subpar.

Still frustrated Victoria stormed into her photography class, taking her usual seat around the back of the class. Courtney and Taylor obediently sit next to her, giving her lots of space. Victoria's mind was still on her encounter with Rachel to notice the other students flood through the class. Finally noticing the mixed flood of pheromones swirling through the air, Victoria looked up observing everyone. Kate Marsh was sitting near the window, doodling in her book. Whilst Alyssa was sitting at the desk in front of her, staring into space. Probably thinking about how she will never get an Alpha, Victoria thought. She rolled her eyes. Next flooding in was Rachel and Chloe, who both retired to the other side of the back of the classroom. Not before Rachel sent Victoria a sly smirk. Victoria tightened her glare and instead focused on the arrival of their teacher Mark Jefferson.

Victoria's glare turned quickly into a smirk at seeing the famous photography teacher, already formulating plans to get on his good side. The class was quite empty that day as well, only having about six people. The more time I get with him then, Victoria thought happily.

"Ok class, now as you all problem know already know, my name is Mark Jefferson," Mr. Jefferson started off leaning against the table in the middle of the room. "And I will be teaching you photography this year, I will teach you everything you need to know to accomplish your dreams and impress and earn the respect of your peers."

Mr. Jefferson was about to continue when the class phone started ringing. He looked down, signing then moved over to the phone and picked it up.

"Yes hello…no she isn't…so she will be here soon...ok… thank you, bye." Victoria's ears perked at the little of the conversation she heard. Who isn't here? I didn't see anyone I don't already know in the dorms that might take this class. As Victoria was running this through her mind she looked back up to Mr. Jefferson who started to talk again.

"Sorry class", Mr. Jefferson started, "it seems that we have a foreign exchange student coming today and she is running a bit late, she's will be here soon"

Victoria was surprised. An exchange student? I wonder if she is an Omega, Victoria thought excitedly. But it seems like the rest of the class had similar thoughts, curious faces and hungry faces emerged on many of faces in class at the possibilities of an omega.

However, Victoria's inner ramblings were cut short but the tsunami of pheromones flooding through the class. Victoria's eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure. God, what is this divine smell, but before she could even finish her thought, the door into the photography classroom busted open. Increasing the pheromones one hundred-fold. And as Victoria looked at the figure emerging through the door, she knew this was the beginning of the end.

She was magnificent.

She had a sharply defined face, with soft pink lips and high cheekbones. With short messy black hair framed her face, sticking out wildly, while just sitting above her narrow shoulders. Her lanky, lean body stood at roughly 6'1, not counting her small black boots. Her black clothes complemented her unusually pale skin. Wearing a long dark V-neck dress shirt that came down just below her mid-thighs, and her black trench coat that sat at her knees. Leaving nearly all her long pale legs open for ogling.

But her eyes were absurdly beautiful, being a kaleidoscope of blue's, they were captivating and entrancing to look at. The where framed by long, black eyelashes that complemented them perfectly.

The girl stood at the front of the class, a small bright smile gracing her lips, "Hi there sorry I'm late, it took a minute to figure out where the class was" The voice was a series of harmonic symphony's, surrounding her light British accent, a voice to perfectly match the face. The whole class was staring at this girl in wonder, the other of the two Alpha's in the room, Rachel had never looked so awestruck and aroused in her life. And if Victoria cared more at that moment, (which she did not, considering she was too busy basically eye-raping the girl) she might have noticed the strong potency of arousal around her.

This girl is going to be mine, Victoria thought as she felt her fangs elongate in her mouth. She wanted this girl, and she wants her now. God, what is she doing to me? But then is some small logical part of her brain, she realized something.

Why isn't she submitting to me?

The whimpers of arousal shooting off Taylor and Courtney, due to the dominating pheromones circling the air should have her begging on the ground.

Even Mark Jefferson was struggling heavily against his Alpha nature as he greeted her.

"Ahh, class this is Maxine Caulfield. She just transferred from Britain" Mark said, still struggling with his eternal nature.

Victoria mind was turning with the information of this magnetic stranger. Why is she not responding to us? She should be begging for our affection!

Then in her haze, she recalled upon something she had discovered a few years ago, whilst reading an article, and her eyes widen. Everything made sense. The attraction, her smell, her voice.

She was a Siren.

And Blackwell Academy was utterly fucked.