Leader of the Alphas Part One
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Sarah Tribus
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In a world where Alphas are rising in number, Lyra has slept in a hidden, invisible house since birth. Sensing her immense power, her mother had a witch spirit her away and declare her dead to protect her from her ruthless father and other power-hungry men. Though trapped in endless sleep, Lyra shares a powerful bond with her older sister, Jasmin, seeing and feeling everything through her—fear, pain, hatred, and fleeting joy. Forced into brutal fights by their father, Jasmin endures unbearable suffering. When she is wrongfully executed under her father’s watch exactly one day before Lyra’s eighteenth birthday, something unexpected awakens within Lyra, threatening to change everything.
Chapter 1: The Sister Who Whistled Change
LYRA
The first blow to my sister’s body hit me like a shockwave from another world, a jolt through the psychic bond that was both my prison and my only connection to life.
My wolf, Remi, tried to comfort me, as always, while I watched and felt the pain of my father and his warriors beating her. The worst part was that she wasn’t even allowed to defend herself.
My father, Alpha Kastelan, had ordered her to burn down a village and kill everyone because he disapproved of its alpha. However, my sister Jasmin had refused and now had to face the consequences.
Oh, how I hated watching.
Jasmin was very strong and had a unique fighting style, but she was powerless against our father.
She didn’t want to hurt or kill anyone, but he never gave her a choice. He beat her, starved her, or worse, for every refusal until she finally gave in. She always had to do his dirty work, and if something went wrong, she was always blamed.
However, Jasmin was also very stubborn and always got back up when knocked to the ground, which made our father even angrier each time.
I could see in the eyes of the warriors and pack members that they felt sorry for Jasmin, but no one helped her.
Even her friends didn’t come to her aid, which made me even sadder.
If I weren’t stuck here in this perpetual sleep, I would rescue her immediately, but I could only dream of it.
But just as Jasmin’s punishment reached its peak, my she-wolf stopped watching.
I knew why she had done that; if I had continued watching, I probably would have gone insane.
Once a week, my she-wolf managed to isolate us from my sister so that I no longer had to see through her eyes and feel her emotions.
Even though Jasmin and I shared her pain and suffering—and I gladly took it on to help her, at least a little—it was almost unbearable every time.
But by isolating myself, I was constantly plagued by guilt and began to hate myself for leaving her alone. And all of this had been going on for seventeen years. It always felt as if I were a part of my sister, as if I were trapped inside her.
Only one thought comforted me during all that time: the certainty that I would soon wake up.
My wolf, Remi, had been by my side since the day I was born and had witnessed everything. She knew my mother had a witch put me to sleep and hide me away so no one could exploit me or my strength.
Everyone thought I had died at birth.
When I later woke up, I wanted revenge on all of them and to lead my own pack with my sister, because I knew for sure that Jasmin and I were also alphas.
Just a week later, I thought things were finally looking up for my sister, but I was sorely mistaken.
An alpha entered my father’s pack with some of his warriors, and it turned out he was my sister’s mate.
At first, I was incredibly happy for her, but when the alpha mentioned the raids on the other packs that my father had forced my sister Jasmin to take part in, he declared that he would punish the perpetrator in the king’s name.
Knowing that his involvement would soon be exposed, my father, along with the rest of the pack, accused my sister instead, even though they knew he had forced her to do it.
As a result, she was imprisoned in the dungeon.
Her own mate tortured her, since she maintained that she had acted on her father’s orders, not of her own volition.
However, since everyone else claimed the opposite, her mate didn’t believe a word she said and, moreover, rejected her as his mate.
And yet she remained steadfast and kept speaking the truth, which no one wanted to believe.
As much as I wanted to help my sister, I simply couldn’t.
Instead, I had to watch as she was dragged onto the stage for execution by her own mate.
Everyone in the pack just stood there and did absolutely nothing to help her.
An emissary of the king arrived, read the charges, and announced to my sister: “If you confess, we will take you to the royal prison; however, if you don’t, we will execute you.”
I could hardly believe my ears. Why on earth didn’t anyone believe her?
But all of this showed me just how messed up this world was.
Here, the men were in charge. They used the women as they saw fit and discarded them when they were tired of them.
“Like I said, I attacked the other packs on my alpha’s orders. I didn’t act on my own!” my sister declared, forced to kneel before the entire crowd.
She was so strong and held fast to the truth, even though it would cost her her life.
The alpha king’s emissary simply said, “Then you’ll die!”
He nodded to her former mate, who immediately pointed a gun at my sister’s head.
“Any last words?” the emissary asked my sister, who then began to whistle a tune.
My sister always loved to sing, whistle, and dance, and I knew this melody all too well. It was the melody of “Wind of Change” by Scorpions.
If I could cry, I would, especially now. My heart bled as inner pain overwhelmed me, numbing me.
Why were they so cruel to her? She had no choice; she was forced into it, and no one, not one person, helped her. And my father? My father got away scot-free.
I wanted her to live, but I also understood why she clung to the truth. And honestly, I would have done the same in her place.
Whistling the melody, she looked directly into the crowd while my father, who had been grinning just moments before, now glared.
As soon as she stopped, however, she announced, “One day you will all be held accountable for my death. I hope you all burn in hell!”
How right she was.
“I will avenge you, I promise!” I said then, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.
But Jasmin smiled in response, and even though I couldn’t see her, it was as if her smile rubbed off on me, almost as if she had heard me.
The crowd even confirmed it, for they looked at Jasmin with confusion or shock.
“Finish it!” the emissary commanded.
Jasmin’s mate whispered contemptuously to her, “How could the Moon Goddess give me such a vile companion? You have killed so many people; you deserve this.”
I could feel how much his words hurt her, but she remained steadfast. She didn’t shed a single tear and continued to smile at the crowd, at which point something seared itself into the skin of my right palm.
The last thing I heard was a gunshot.
Then everything changed.
“NO!!!” someone shouted, but this time I wasn’t seeing through my sister’s eyes—no, I was seeing through my own.
