Alpha Hendrix

Prologue

A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to say a quick thanks for reading my story. Just be prepared, it's seriously cliche as hell xD 

Can't say I didn't warn you.

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The growling of thunder rumbles through the ashy sky as rain continues to pelt down on me. I continue to run, my shoes feeling heavy against the muddy terrain as I force myself forward. Lightning splits across the sky, a trail of light that crackles loudly.

"How much further?" Andy cries out from behind me.

"Just keep going!" I shout back, determined for him to hear me over the storm. I grip his small and clammy hand tighter in my own as I drag him behind me. We stumble over decaying leaves and twigs which are made slippery by the rain, but I continue to pull him along.

The air, heavy and thick with the scent of rain clouds my senses, goose bumps form on my skin from the cold. I shield my eyes with my free hand, looking forward desperately for any sign of the cabin my parents told me about mere months before. I feel as though a weight has lifted from my shoulders when I finally see the outline of a small house in the distance.

We made it.

"Come on, Andy! We're almost there." I wrap my arm around my younger brother and lead him through the darkness to the cabin. The wooden steps creak under our combined weight as we head towards the front door. I try to twist the handle, which hardly moves under the thick coating of rust surrounding it. I lead Andy to my left slightly, leaning back before delivering a rough kick to the centre of the door. It cracks loudly from the hit, splintering in tiny pieces onto the damp floor. I try again, relieved when the door flew open from the impact. I ushered Andy inside, darkness flooding my vision as the smell of dust and decay filled my nostrils. I coughed and attempted to wave the odour away, which seemed to linger in the air like smoke. I blinked a few times and shut the door behind us, attempting to get my eyes used to the blackness.

Andy flickered on our flashlight, which we saved only for occasions like these.

"I-I'm c-cold, Lauren," he stuttered out through chattering teeth. I assessed his tiny form, shaggy blonde hair clung to his forehead in the appearance of a mop, as his pale skin seemed even lighter than they usually were from the cold. His eyes, big and blue were wider than usual as he tried to cuddle into his oversized jacket.

"Shh, it's okay, Andy." I tried to sooth him, holding him closer to me in an attempt to warm up his shivering body. I took the flash light from his tiny hand and looked around the room, trying to spot anything that could potentially start or maintain a fire. There was a rickety looking table on the opposite wall, cobwebs hanging from the legs as dust settled heavily on the top. It would have to do for now. I gently pulled Andy along with me toward the table, attempting to kick off one of the flimsy looking legs. Thankfully, it broke after just one swift kick. I grabbed a few of the chunks of wood and pulled a box of matches from my back pocket, lighting one before starting the fire.

I sat down beside the make-shift fire, gently tugging Andy down in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his tiny form and held him close to me, trying to sandwich him between the fire and me to warm him. His nose and cheeks had turned a light pink colour as he finally stopped shivering, cuddling closer towards me as his eyes started to droop.

"Tell me a story, Lauren." He mumbled tiredly, looking up at me with those baby blue eyes that never fail to tug at my heart. I gently swept his blonde locks from his damp forehead, which was finally beginning to dry.

"Which one, monkey?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"The one about Alpha Hendrix." He whispered back, I could feel the newly peaceful goose bumps rising upon my warm flesh once again, as my eyes widened on their own accord.

I gulped, wondering why he would want to hear such a chilling story in a run-down place like this, in the dark of night.

"Are you sure, buddy?" I enquired. "It's getting late," I added, hoping to persuade him otherwise.

"I'm sure. It's okay sis, I'm a big kid now. I don't get scared of stories," His little eye brows scrunched his delicate face into a frown as the corners of his lips tugged down in displeasure.

I smiled slightly at his response, entertained by his stubbornness while continuing to feel reluctant to tell him the story. I sigh, knowing the only way I'll be able to convince him to settle down for the night will be to tell him the tale.

"Well, if you're sure..." I trailed off, giving him one last chance to change his mind. He raised an eye brow at me, giving me a look that said I won't change my mind.

I roll my eyes at him as the beginnings of a smile tugged the corners of my mouth upwards.

"Okay," I shrugged. "Once upon a time, years before the separation of packs, every one lived together in harmony."

Andy shuffled closer, giving me his undivided attention.

"One man, who went by the name of Chase Hendrix, decided he didn't like the way that everyone was equal. He thought he was superior. Surely not everyone had the strength and courage that some of his friends, and himself had. There needed to be an order, a hierarchy. One day, he spouted his thoughts in the town square, telling everyone that their peaceful lives would be thrown into chaos unless they listened to him. The majority of the town thought he was crazy, surely no wrong could happen to such a happy and calm place. They banished Chase, along with the few followers who agreed with his view. The town was angered by the fact that he thought he could persuade them to change with a few silly lies." I paused for a moment, trying to add effect to what I would say next.

"Only they weren't lies." My pause had the desired effect, as Andy's eyes grew round and a gulping sound came from his mouth.

"Years later, the economy started to go down hill. People began to rob others, deceiving them into trusting them before hurting or stealing from them. Their peaceful world was thrown into chaos. Hendrix came back, surrounded by thousands of loyal followers. When the townspeople asked him for help, the man simply smiled at them. Before raising his hand and giving a simple click of his fingers, unbeknownst to the townsfolk, this was his signal for his followers to attack."

I could hear little Andy's heart beat thumping through his rib cage.

"Thousands died that day. Many of which were the townsfolk who thought poorly of Chase and his ideas. That was when the survivors finally gave him their permission to create the hierarchy system. The mass of people were split into five packs among the US. Each tested for their strengths, tracking and fighting abilities to determine where the would rank in the pack. He introduced Gammas, Deltas, Betas, and finally the Alphas. Placing himself as the leader above all, the Alpha King."

"There are whispers, ones you'll only hear if you listen closely, that the king is still alive today," I quieten my voice, nearing the end of my story. "But there's one thing you should know about the Alpha King."

"What's that?" Andy questions.

"He never forgives, and he never forgets."

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