Alpha King Rising

Prologue

Stark POV

As I sit in ny wheel chair heavily breathing after wheeling myself backward up the two flights of stairs. After my father slashed my entire body. I only managed to cover my face in time. Luckily, my brother Rowan stopped him and made me leave. I was in my dark room, sitting out on my balcony breathing in the cool evening air. The sun was sinking low behind the trees. Puffs of clouds were lingering in the sky. The ground was damp as it rained earlier, and the clouds were finally leaving.

My body trembled and shook from the aftershocks, but I also needed to have fresh air. After being locked in the basement and tortured for 4 days.

What did I do to end up in that situation? I told my dad we needed elevators in the pack house. I was giving him the idea because I saw a maid struggling to carry cleaning supplies up the stairs, and another maid was carrying laundry down. Plus, I feel bad for my grandma, who huffs and puffs, climbing the stairs to come for her monthly visits with me. I just thought it would be convenient for everyone, including him. His office is on the top floor and the main level of the packhouse. His bedroom is at the top 4th floor. It would have been good for him to have the elevator take him straight to his bed chambers and his offices. He could have a private entrance code to get in and out. Even is own private elevator.

Unfortunately, he thought I was mentioning it for my own benefit. The fact that I am in a wheelchair. But, I can give a rats ass about an elevator. I am content with wheeling my chair up the stairs myself. I am capable. Besides, I don't even like the feeling of elevators.

So, I was locked in the basement without my chair as I was hung up with chains to the ceiling. He left me there for 3 days with only water to drink. Then, on the 4th day, he took me down and put me in my chair and made me wheel myself back up to the main floor. During those 4 days, he'd use me as a punching bag.

My arms were weakened from lack of food and from hanging there all that time. He watched with a straight face as I struggled. Until I was dripping sweat, He got impatient with me being in his sight. Then, he called his Beta to pull me up the stairs, but his beta announced that rogues were spotted. Then, because my father had to call his beta to help me, he whipped me for it. s***h after s***h. I didn't even see him pull it out. I blocked my face as the whip tore my clothes and the slashes cut through my skin. Usually, he doesn't do it in the pack house, just in his basement. Right until Rowan walked in the packhouse from wherever he was. He grabbed the whip from father and tossed it. He told Father to stop, and then Rowan told me to go.

They're both arguing right now. I can hear the yelling from my opened doorway that I had forgotten to shut in my escape.

Sadly, my brother won't be around much longer to protect me. It's not like I need his protecting anyway. His protecting me just makes it worse. Father hates it. I am ashamed because I am the eldest, I should be his protector. Instead, I am this weak pathetic crippled alphas son.

I am glad Rowan is leaving in 2 days. He will be gone for 2 years. Right now, he is only 16, and he will be 17 in 3 more months. He will be going to the Alpha and Beta Academy. When he gets back, he has to shadow our father for a year before taking over the pack.

Some alphas finish early. The earliest I heard some finish was around a year and a half.

As I sat there, I knew my brother wouldn't check on me until tomorrow. He knows not to come see me, especially shortly after being found in the middle of one of my punishments. Last time, I yelled at him to leave me be. I hate it when someone pitys me. I also hate when they hover around when I tend to my wounds. I will shut that door later, I know father won't come here, not after Rowan had a round of a yelling match with him. Father usually leaves the packhouse.

I just don't like the look on Rowan's face when he sees me like this, as someone who is weak. Someone who is broken.

As I sat and stared out unto the land, my eyes wandered over to the path in the treeline of where I used to venture with my sister. No one speaks her name anymore. Her name was Talia. She would have been 18 now. I am 20 now. My 21st birthday is in the fall of next year.

No matter how much I tried to avoid it. The images play over in my mind as my eyes are glued to that particular path, forest trail. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

**Flash back***

I was sitting on the grass near the path into the forest. That path led to a bridge that took you to a wishing well. Right beside the wishing well, there was a secret garden that my grandma had created herself. It's not really a secret. It is only called that because it is only accessible to the family. It had vine walls all around it. Inside was a maze, and in the middle was a huge water fountain of two wolves, benches, even picnic tables, and a gazebo. All around the entire thing was beautiful colored flowers.

My sister Talia, who was 8 at the time, wanted me to take her there. She wanted to make a wish in the wishing well because it was her birthday. She truly believed wishes made there came true. She wanted to wish for a puppy. Father told her she could have one when she's 15, but she wanted one now and was hoping she'd make it happen by wishing for it. I was 10 at the time when she came and asked me to take her there. I was busy digging a hole in the ground to bury my treasure box full of my cars. I was obsessed with cars and kept all the best ones in a box. I wanted to bury them, to hide them from Rowan, who was 7 at the time. I knew for sure that he wouldn't come out here looking for them.

"Come with me, please! Just there and back, we will be quick." Talia begged, her big blue eyes widened with innocence.

I shrugged and said, "Alright, just let me bury this first." I told her as I finished burying my treasures.

Finally, I stood up and looked at her. She had on a pink maxi dress with sleeves that went to her elbows. Her blonde hair that she had gotten from our mother was in two braids at her sides. Her big blue eyes, which she got from our father, were watching me as she waited. "Can we go now, Star?" She asked. Calling me her and Rowans nickname for me.

"Yes, Tally." I ruffled her hair, and she swatted my hand. We headed to the pathway, walking side by side holding hands.

Back then, we did not have our wolves yet, so our senses were like humans. We also couldn't mindlink without them. Which would have been important at that time because while I was burying my treasure, a wide packlink went through that rogues were spotted near our end. Our mother, Athea, was looking around for us, our father had told her to take us and herself to the safe room, while our father was already gathering his warriors in front of the packhouse and directing them. I got the story later from Rowan.

As we got to the bridge that went over a cliff and down below was a rapid river. We stopped to look over the ledge. Talia looked back at me, she held out her hand to me, "Let's go, big brother." She led me back towards the bridge. We were 5 feet away from the bridge.

I reached out to grab her hand, but someone grabbed my sister and threw her over their shoulder and ran. I stumbled back in surprise. She kicked and screamed out to me, "STARRRRR!!!! HELP ME PLEEEEASSSSEEE!!!!" she screamed, and I ran for her, but I was cut off by another rogue who backhanded me, I flying and hit the ground hard from his hit that I ended up rolling towards the cliffs edge. I could still hear Talia screaming. I got up and tried to run again, but the rogue kicked me, pushing me backward with his foot, but before I went flying over the cliffs edge, I saw my mother running toward me. But she was surrounded by rogues. It was too late. Her mouth was open as if she were trying to scream for me. I couldn't see anymore as I fell backward towards the rapid water down below.

I landed in the cold, harsh water. It pushed me under a few times, and it slammed by body into rocks, I tried to swim up, but the water was in power here. I was weak to it. Then, eventually, the river pushed my body to the open lake on the outskirts of our pack. By then, my body was sore, and I made sure to float the rest of the way.

I was found by one of my father's warriors and was brought to the clinic. The doctors told me that I was temporarily paralyzed. Father came in then and demanded what was wrong with me. Rowan was there with him. The doctor told him what happened to me, but for some reason. My father didn't seem to hear what he had said because then, he looked at me with his cold blue eyes and told me it was my fault and that I deserved to lose my legs. Then he walked out with dragging Rowan with him.

My father lost his precious daughter and his mate that day, and I lost feeling in my legs... He held me responsible for what had happened to my mother and sister over 10 years ago now.

**Flashback ended***

I began hyperventilating as the memory repeated itself in my head, I took in gulps of air, but it didn't help at all. I couldn't breathe. I pressed my finger down on my s***h wound on my arm. The pain took my mind away from that day, and I was able to breathe again.