The Vengeful She-Alpha In An All Boys Academy .

Hate

Rage and pain, that was all I had ever known throughout my entire life, while it was not the same narrative for my Brother, who was favored by everyone, blessed and loved by all, while I, on the other hand, was perceived as a curse within the pack.

The fifth lash struck my skin, as I cried silently, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, as I desperately held back my screams, withholding the pain, knowing that screaming or crying would be seen as a sign of weakness, And will only make my punishment worse.

"Hit her!, once more again, harder this time," my father's voice rang out loud and clear, as the lash struck my skin once more, and this time I shook violently, gripping the tree tightly, not wanting to give him any reaction whatsoever.

"Harder!!" he roared again as my brother whipped me even harder, the lash kept coming down and I lost all interest in counting, until his voice boomed loudly, echoing all over the courtyard.

"Stop! That would do," he commanded , and Lucien halted, as he stood by, I could only imagine the smirk on his lips at that moment; right now, I was far too weak to speak, to utter a word, or to move at all.

"This is the last straw, Lyra, if I catch you attempting to escape again, I will ensure that you join your mother on the other side," he snapped at me, the rope binding my body to the tree, digging into my skin and causing even more pain.

I had tried to leave, to run away, for nineteen long years I have suffered at the hands of my father and brother, enduring their cruelty and maltreatment. But no matter how hard I tried to run, my Brother had always tracked me down and brought me back.

Lucien,he was my twin, and heaven gracious, we were identical. Lucien hated it, and several times he would try to damage my face , but my father wouldn't allow it, for a reason I couldn't tell.

“Let her go, and place her under strict observation, she resumes work in an hour, no exception”my father ordered his men, in his alpha voice, as they nobbed to his words.

My father held the title of Alpha in the Crimson Park, a pack situated in the northern part of America, and it is the fourth largest pack in the werewolf community. My brother was designated as his successor, the future Alpha of the Crimson pack.

My father was the Alpha of the Crimson park, a pack Situated in the northern part of America, and it is the fourth largest pack in the werewolf world, and my brother was his heir, the Future Alpha of the Crimson pack.

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The men approached me, and as they began to untie me, I recoiled from their harsh grip. They were brutish and impolite, showing no concern for my well-being as they handled me.

I was laid on the stone ground as I groaned, in pain, my blood staining the stone, and all over the courtyard.

“Disgusted slut”my brother kicked me as I groaned once more, just as he attempted walking away, a man ran back into the courtyard, as he breathed heavily.

“Alpha…..we are being attacked by countless, rogues, they have torn through the southern villages, and have killed a couple of our pack members” the warrior screamed i could hear the fear in his voice, this wasn't a common occurrence, rogues as never attacked, our pack from what i knew , it had never happened before.

“Call all unit, now, everyone report back there,” my father ordered as all the men ran out, i laid there i heard nothing, which means all the men have left, forgetting about me, i knew i had to get out of here, to get back to my room, we wolves healed faster but for me, it would take three days.

I tried to get up, but I was too weak, as I stumbled back to the ground again.

“I'm so sorry lyra , I didn't know we would get caught” linda my wolf whispered , and i groaned.

“That what you said the last five times, we were caught, you heard dad, we aren't going to be going anywhere, we may as well die here”i answered and my wolf groaned, she hated submission, she hated the life we were forced to live and she hated my father and brother for treating us as outcast.

“We can't, we have to leave, lyra, maybe now will be a good time, the rogues, they are distracted , we can..”she started and i snapped at her.

“No…no linda, we wouldn't be leaving, i’m wounded and i doubt i would survive out there in the wild, and what are the chances dad wouldn't drag me back here again, what are the chances”i growled to her , before she could answer i blocked her, not wanting to hear her words.

She always wanted to leave, but no matter how we tried , we always ended up back , and with worse punishment than before.

“Oh child , come let's get you inside”my aunt voice, called out in pity as she ran over to where i laid, Aunt Vaela, my father younger sister she too did not escape my father, cruelty and she had taken care of me right from when i was a kid, i wouldn't know where i would be without her.

Her hands wrapped around me as she helped me up, my hands wrapped around her, as I leaned into her for strength.

She took me into her room as she shut the door, and then I broke down, crying my heart out in front of her, my tears rushing over, my cheeks as I sobbed.

"No... no, Linda, we wouldn't be leaving. I'm wounded, and I seriously doubt I would survive out there in the wild. And what are the chances that Dad wouldn't just drag me back here again? What are the chances?" I growled at her, before she could respond, I blocked her out, not wanting to hear her words.

She always had this desire to leave, but no matter how hard we tried, we always ended up back here, and with even worse punishment than before.

"Oh child, come on, let's get you inside," my aunt's voice called out in pity as she hurried over to where I lay. Aunt Vaela, my father's younger sister, also did not escape my father's cruelty, and she had taken care of me right from when I was a kid. I honestly wouldn't know where I would be without her.

Her hands wrapped around me as she helped me up, and I wrapped my arms around her, leaning into her for strength.

She took me into her room and shut the door behind us, and then I broke down, crying my heart out in front of her, my tears rushing down my cheeks as I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Come, child, let me treat those wounds and then put you to sleep," she whispered softly as she began to tend to my injuries. She said nothing about my escape, she never did. It was like a routine for her; whenever I was beaten by my brother, she would stitch me up and put me to sleep, and I never said a word either. Maybe it was out of guilt, because if I had succeeded in leaving, I would have been leaving her behind to face the cruelty of my father alone.

As I rested, shutting my eyes to the soothing hum of her tune, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

But then I was shaken awake by someone, and I opened my eyes to see my aunt. I sat up in haste, realizing I had fallen asleep. My father was going to kill me; I was sure of it now.

"Lyra, Lyra!!" she called out to me, shaking me awake, and I looked at her, confused.

"What is it, Aunt?" I asked her, and she looked at me in horror.

"Your brother, he was torn apart! One of the rogues tore him apart, and there are chances he might not survive!" she cried out, and I jumped out of bed at her words.