Scarred Alphas

Chapter 46

Colt’s POV.

I watch her sleep. It is bliss to me to see her resting. But it is hard for me to sleep.

I carefully get up and head to

the small kitchen she has in

her room.

I would love to have a drink

right now but she has

nothing strong enough here.

Just juices and water.

Before I can grab anything, a

soft knock comes from the

door.

I open the door and see Julia.

She stares at me with

surprise.

“So you ARE staying here.”

She says.

“Yes. I am. What do you

want?” I walk out closing the

door behind me.

“I…I wanted to know how

you were. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen you. I heard everything from my father but…I…” She pauses and

seems to have difficulty

continuing.

“What is it, Julia?”

“Do you love her?!”

“Yes.” I quickly say, knowing she is talking about Cass.

“But I love you! We were

friends and shared a bond.”

Her eyes water.

“We are friends but that is

all.”

“No. I won’t…I can’t accept

that.”

I think I have to make this

very clear to her.

“Julia, I don’t just love Cass, I adore her. She will be my mate-” To this, she gasps and

her eyes land on my neck.

“No!” She says and sprints away, crying.

I’m sorry, Julia. I really am but I never gave her any indication that I had feelings for her and I surely never led her on. I was always direct and turned down any

advances.

With a sigh, I go back to the

room and lie next to Cass,

wrapping my arms around

her.

Cass’s POV-

“I told you I wouldn’t let

you

be happy.” Ezra’s voice echoes in my head.

My heavy eyes slowly open to see his infuriating

features.

I really hate that this man looks like the man I love,

Colt. But they are brothers so it can’t really be helped.

Focusing my eyes, I sit up. It

is a white room, almost glowing because of how

bright it is. There are no

windows or doors that I can

see. I lie on a velvety blue

chaise lounge chair. Clearly,

I am not home.

Ezra, to my displeasure, sits on a leather brown armchair

with studs on the edges of the seams. He has a leg

hoisted on his knee and sits

back looking relaxed with a huge smile on his face.

Our chairs–besides us–are

the only thing that stands

out in contrast to the bright

white room.

“What is this?”

“Do you like it?” He waves a

hand to the room. “No

distractions, just us two

getting right to the point.”

I sigh. “A dream.” I mutter.

“Great! Now I get to dream

about you…this must be a nightmare then.”

“Well if that’s how you see it…” He still has a stupid

horrible smile on his face

that really pisses me off.

“This feels almost real.”

He shrugs. “Maybe it is.”

I slowly shake my head. “No. It’s a dream. Great, now you haunt me even in my

dreams.”

He grins from ear to ear. “I will haunt you until you

breathe your last breath.”

“No. Until you breathe yours.” I correct him.

His smile falls. He looks to

the side as if he hears an

inaudible noise.

“Time to go.

וו

He winks at me with his

stupid smile, relaxing deeper

into the chair.

“By the way, I cut right through your sister’s neck

and she was still alive, can

you imagine how much she screamed?”

Before I can connect my fist

to his face, I wake up in my

room next to Colt.

sigh and think of my father.

It is his fault that I had that

dream. His exact words

when he taunted me were what Ezra repeated just now.

I am tired as if I hadn’t slept at all. I want nothing more

than to stay under the covers

but to my dismay, the light seeping through the window is bright. Then suddenly I remember that James is

here.

I immediately sit up. Colt is

still fast asleep and I leave

him that way as I make my

way out of the room still in pajamas.

I stand in front of the room

that was given to James now rethinking this. There is a guard next to the door, watching me.

“Is he…awake?” I ask him.

“I do not know, Alpha.” I am suddenly taken aback when he calls me Alpha. It is

strange to hear and I am not

sure I’ll be getting used to

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I stare at the door again.

Is this too early? He might still be asleep.

As I think this, I hear

movement inside. Just a bit of shuffling. I put an ear to the door. And again I hear

soft noises.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to softly knock.

Again there is movement but

I hear no attempt to open the door. I wrap my fingers around the metal door nob

and turn it. Taking a peak, I

see that the room is still a bit

dark because the early sun

does not hit this part of the

house at this hour but I can

make out the silhouette of a

man sitting on a chair. James stares out the opened

window and the noise I hear

before is the flailing of the curtains caressing everything

they could touch as the wind

blows on them.

“James…” I say softly.

His eyes are cast down as he

stares down into the forest.

He doesn’t turn to me. I walk

up to him and kneel in front

of him.

“James…” I say softly but he does not respond.

“James…” I say again and yet

again, nothing.

His eyes are filled with

sorrow. It breaks my heart to realize that he is probably

not going to survive this

heartbreak. He looks like he

is in shock but once that

shock breaks, he will come

undone. He…has been

scarred deeply. Not all scars

are visible. Some run so

deep that they bear no

marking save for that of the

broken soul. And James’s

soul has definitely been

broken.

“My dear brother…I am so sorry…” My voice breaks and

my eyes water. It is so hard to see him like this.

I get up and softly hug him

before I leave.

Walking back to my room, I feel so deflated and sad.

Then I notice the quiet and empty hallway and I realize

that I have never been alone

here. There has always been someone with me; Serge,

Colt, or Victor. I was never

allowed to go on my own. I

don’t like that I have been

conditioned to feel unsafe

when I am alone and that is

how I feel right now, unsafe.

I turn the corner to get to my room and I immediately stop when I see a blazing Bryn standing in front of my bedroom door. She sees me and immediately runs up to me with her hands flailing around pointing to her

mouth. She moves her l*ps as if she is talking but no sound

comes out.

I bite my l*p holding in my laugh as I examine her face,

and the dark circles under

her eyes.

To my surprise, she suddenly puts her hands together in a prayer and I can tell that her l*ps are

trying to say the word, please.

I lift an eyebrow feeling a bit

triumphant.

“Okay, okay…I’ll undo it just this once…” As I say this, I realize that I am not sure I

can. “Uhm…or…I’ll try

anyway.”

Her eyes widen and I

nervously laugh.

“Okay…hum…stare into my

eyes.”

Looking stressed, she does as

I say.

I concentrate, staring into her green eyes that remind me of Colt’s own eyes. I

inhale deep and when I

exhale, I speak my words. “You may speak again.”

I give her a smile. “Try it.”

Bryn blinks a few times and then opens her mouth.

Nothing.

“Oops…” I mutter. “Well,

you’re screwed. I don’t have full control of my powers yet so until then…” I give her another nervous laugh.

Her eyes widen with rage

and as I try to rush inside my

room, she jumps on my

back.

“Stop!” I shout.

She pulls my hair as I try to get her off of me. I twirl around hitting everything that gets in my way since can barely see anyways at

this point.

“What the hell!” I hear Colt

say.

I hurl myself to the bed thinking that if I roll, I’ll get her off but the bitch stays

latched on to me and doesn’t

let me roll.

Bryn is taken off of me by

Colt who holds her from the

back of her shirt as if she was

a puppy.

“She attacked me,” I say

getting up.

Colt puts her on the floor

where she pints to her

mouth and stomps the

ground with one foot over

and over.

“Look! I am sorry! I can’t undo it right now!” I say. “I did it by accident and I can’t control this power yet.”

Colt sighs. “Sorry, Bryn, but

it’s true. She can’t control it

completely yet.”

Her face scrunches in anger

and to be honest, she looks

cute when not a single word is coming out of her to ruin the doll image she has going on for her. Her hands raise

in fists and she starts shaking

them in anger, almost as if she was angrily cursing at me. Giving a huff, she turns around giving me one last

angry look, and stomps out

of the room.

I look at Colt. “I tried, I really

did.”

“Cass, you really need to learn to control your power. It’s going to get you in trouble especially when you can’t control your emotions.”

“I can control my emotions!”

One of his eyebrows lifts up.

“Well…maybe not the

emotion called…anger.”

“Exactly.”

I suspire. “Okay yeah. I get it. But you know I am trying.”

“I know. I know you are.” He

sits next to me.

“I don’t understand why can’t

I learn control. I can tell that

Warrick is also frustrated by this so that probably means

that he didn’t have this much

trouble learning to control this power. So why do I?”

“I don’t know, Cass. I wish I

could help.”

I take in a deep breath as he

takes me in his arms. I easily sit on his lap and hug him.

He nuzzles my shoulder and

neck, taking my scent in.

“I really want to mark you so badly.” He whispers.

“Do it!”

“No. I can’t. Warrick has been

in a good mood lately which

is unheard of. He is not

acting like himself, to be honest, and that is because of

you but I don’t want to get

on his bad side, and trust

me…it is bad. I’ll wait. I’m a

patient man. Besides, it’s not

like I can anyway. He commanded me not to so it

would be impossible.”

“Uh…fine. We should get ready anyway. Warrick wanted to see us all early.”

By the time we arrive at the war room, Dash, Miles, and an angry–looking Bryn are already there along with both my brothers and some of the generals, including Serge who is now in full

health.

“Curls! My favorite person in

the world!”

“Laying it thick, Dash,” Colt

says.

“Don’t get jealous. Curls and

I have our own little

none–romantic thing going

on here so don’t worry. She’s all yours.”

Colt rolls his eyes and shakes

his head while I smile.

Warrick arrives striding

through the doors.

“Good! Everyone is here already!” He says and looks at Colt. “I’m impressed by the members that your pack

holds. Ezra’s l*ps might have

been easily loose but not his

men’s.”

“So they said nothing?” I ask.

“When I got to them, they barely had anything to say because they don’t really

know much but before that while interrogated by my men, only screams came out

of them.” He has a bit of

amusement in his smile.

“That’s because they are

scared,” Miles responds.

“Our brother went crazy. Of

course, they are scared.” Colt

mutters.

Miles nods. “He attacked

father in the parlor when father was scolding him for what he had done. We were

all there; Mom, Kaecy, Bryn…me. He…he took one

of the silver swords that

hung over the fireplace

and…he didn’t hesitate. Mom

screamed, kneeling next to

Dad’s b*dy. Kaecy attacked Ezra but Ezra was fueled by

rage. He lunged the sword through Kaecy’s shoulder and with his own fingers…he plucked Kaecy’s eye out.”

Bryn puts her hand on her

face and shakes her head

from side to side unable to

express her pain at the

memory.

I intuitively hold Colt’s arm.

I can feel his pain as Miles

recites the events. I wish I could take all his pain away. I know he tends to act strong for me and he definitely is strong, but deep inside I can feel it, I can feel his pain.

Miles continues. “He then

took the sword from Kaecy’s b*dy and as we were all in

shock, he walked out. I can

only assume that that is

when he…” Miles looks at me.

“When he killed your sister.”

A twinge of pain goes through my heart.

Dash now speaks. “When I

heard what had happened,

hid. I knew I was not on his

good list.”

“After a few days of…living in fear that he might snap and kill us too, we finally left,”

Miles says.

“And that is all you have to

tell me? That after all that, you ran?” Warrick asks.

Miles shakes his head.

“There is also a witch.‘

“A what?”

“Ezra has brought in a human witch.” He says.

“A… witch?”