Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
Chapter 13

"Uh! How the hell is this so much better? Dusting? DUSTING! How is this better?"

Molly-who has been leading me to the billiard room-because apparently, the pack house has a billiard room-finally stops in front of double doors. Everyone else got better and real jobs than this. "You will start here. Dust everything especially things that are on the wall and shelves. Then continue to the other rooms in this hallway. Don't break anything." she says. "That's it?"

"Yeah." She turns around and leaves.

I look at the duster in my hands.

"This is so stupid," I mutter. "At least out in the gardens, my work mattered. It benefits the pack. This...this is stupid work.

"So you don't like it?"

squeeze my eyes close and sigh before turning around and facing Colt whose voice I recognize.

"I haven't even started but no, I don't think I like it." I tell him.

He has his hands in his pocket while looking at me.

"Give it a chance. This will benefit many. Some people are stuck doing jobs they don't like and I want to change that." He says which surprises me.

"You...want to change things?"

He nods. "This pack is divided and I think it's the reason we can't move forward. If we want to defeat the Dark Fang Pack one day, we need to change things here." "....People say that our pack and the Dark Fang pack are similar and that is why we are both feared."

"No. In no way has my father been running this pack right but it does not compare. Our pack is feared because we have been fighting them for so long and have been able to match them in battle but the way we run or pack is completely different. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. Trust me..." He stops talking and looks distant as if he is remembering things.

"Well if you want the pack to unite, you can start by how the Omegas are treated.

Most of us don't feel like we are part of the pack." I tell him.

That gets him out of that sudden freeze.

"Exactly!" He says. "That's why I want to integrate them with the Gammas and the Betas but it has to be one foot at a time. I don't want to do things like my father has. I am by no means a reasonable or better man but I want the pack to feel like a pack should. I want them to follow me out of loyalty and not fear."

I stare at him at this moment with admiration. He wants to do things differently and I really hope he can.

I nod. "I get it now. So you need to start slowly...but-" I stop, looking at the duster, and then mutter. "I still don't like this stupid job."

I don't know why I forget that this man is the next to be Alpha and I keep talking as if I am familiar with him.

"Mh, I have another job that you might be more interested in." His eyes roam my body. "But it requires you to be on your knees."

"My knees?" I don't know why I am so stupid that at first, it doesn't register what he is insinuating. I might be a virgin but I am not an idiot. I know things-mostly thanks to Lauren-but for some reason, I feel dumb when I am with him.

I narrow my eyes at him when the thought invades my mind.

He smiles, winks, and whispers. "Just a fun thought."

I can't say anything because...well...what the hell am I supposed to say to that?

Yes, please? The thought of those words comes from my

intrusive thoughts. I almost bite my lips in fear that I will say them.

AH! What am I thinking?! Yesterday I was trying to convince myself to not like the guy but how couldn't I?

As I am fighting my mind, his arm goes past me and he opens the double doors that are behind me. He walks past me and his big body covers the room from my view as he goes in until he moves to the side where there is a small liquor bar. There is a big billiard table in the middle of the room, a bar to the right side wall, and tables with chairs on the left side wall.

I had never seen this room before. What really gets my attention though are the people in here. All three of Colt's brothers-including Ezra-and also his sister.

Ezra-who was bending down over the billiard table ready to hit one of the balls- now straightens up and stares at me with wide eyes.

"There he is. Time to celebrate." Kaecy says.

"Celebrate? Is that why you all called me here?" Colt holds the glass that is now full of alcohol and sips on it.

"We needed our own reunion away from Mom and Dad. We wanted to celebrate that you are back and play like old times." Kaecy says.

Bryn now notices me as I walk in. "What are you doing here?"

I lift the duster up. "Dusting." I purposely put on an unhappy face and glance at Colt who smiles at me.

I immediately go to the wall where there are shelves with placks and trophies.

This doesn't even look like it needs dusting but I have to act like I am doing something. So I start dusting.

"I can't believe it, man. To think that you are back." Kaecy pats Colt's shoulder. "I thought...I had accepted that you were gone..." He almost chokes on his words.

Kaecy has always been one who followed and admired his older brother. He took it hard when they all thought Colt had died.

"But now you are back like old times!"

Colt just stares at him while Kaecy continues to pat his shoulder.

I personally don't think it's like old times. I can see now that Colt has really changed. He is a different person.

"How did you find yourself back here? And why now?" Ezra asks giving his attention to the pool table and the billiard balls.

"I thought you guys wanted to celebrate, not interrogate me."

"Of course!" Kaecy says.

"This is to celebrate. He already had this conversation with Dad. I am sure he is tired of it."

"Yeah...I guess." Ezra mutters.

"You don't sound too excited to have me here," Colt says.

"Not at all. It is a miracle to have you back." Ezra replies.

"Well, my friends are excited to see you," Bryn says to Colt. "You remember Stacy my best friend?" Colt nods.

"Well, she's always been fond of you. She's very excited that you are back."

Colt looks out of the window and looks really bored with this topic now. Almost looks like he is irritated.

"I mean now that you don't have a mate, you will be choosing one, right?" She says.

"Geez Bryn. The man just got back. Let him be with this whole mate thing." Kacey says.

"Yeah, you sound as pushy as mom." Miles-Bryn's twin-mutters. He has been quiet playing with Ezra at the billiard table.

"Besides, I am sure your friend has a mate somewhere." Ezra finally talks.

"You know, wouldn't it be best for us to choose who we want as our mates?" Bryn starts to say. "I mean, what if I get settled with one of those lowly Omegas? Do you know how embarrassing that would be? Uh! I rather die." "Your mate is goddess-given." Colt suddenly say.

"Betraying a good mate is the most disgusting thing you could ever do no matter their status."

At first, I thought that he was talking about Ezra but when I look at him, he seems distant again. As if his mind is somewhere else but there is anger in his expression.

He looks at Bryn. "You are a child, Bryn. You have clearly not experienced anything about the real world."

The room grows silent. The air has shifted and it seems that winter has come early because this place seems cold now.

I have not seen him like this.

He has been different with me. Not once has he been this cold towards me. This is a side to him that I had not seen but he seems much more mature than anyone in this room right now.

No one says a thing and the silence is a killer. I decide not to do the rest of the room and act like I finished, quickly scurrying out of the freezing room.

I make my way to the next room and continue my duties while still thinking about their conversation.

I am glad Colt said what he said but he looked so pissed. Clearly, his sister's comment had an impact on him and it had nothing to do with me and Ezra. Damnit! This is a creepy damn room!

I stand on a small step later dusting a room with dead animal busts everywhere. Taxidermy. Deers, hogs, bulls! Why kill all these animals just to display them?

I stare into the dead deer's eyes which I am sure are fake eyes because I mean, I assume eyes can't be preserved.

Mh...or maybe they died of natural causes? I know nothing of this so my thoughts are now consumed by these questions.

"What are you doing, Angel?"

Colt's voice comes from behind me.

I am startled by the way he talks to me and what he calls me. I slowly turn my head and squint at him.

He chuckles.

I think he likes it when I do that. I am pretty sure he finds my reaction amusing.

"I am still dusting because this house has never-ending insignificant crap everywhere."

He laughs and I am taken by surprise. It is a hearty loud laugh.

"Yeah...laugh it up." I whisper turning back to the dusting.

"I'll be damn if I have to do this every day..."

I am suddenly pulled back and picked up like a princess.

"What are you doing?!" I shout in his arms.

"Take a break. I think you need one."

He walks us over to a table and sits me on a chair. He then goes to the side where there is a cabinet and takes out two glasses and a bottle of what I can only assume is an alcoholic beverage. He walks over to the table and places the glasses in front of me then proceeds to fill them up halfway.

He pushes one of the glasses with a yellowish substance in it toward me and then sits on the chair in front of me taking his drink. He stares at me while he waits for me to take mine.

I get close to my drink and smell it. This makes him smile.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Tequila."

I have never tried this. James doesn't know it but I have taken a few of his drinks from his hiding spot without him knowing but never this one.

I take the glass and slowly take a big sip. My eyes almost bulge out of my eye sockets.

Mother f**ker did not warn me!

I gasp at the same time I feel my throat burning and the drink makes its way down to my lungs instead of my stomach. I start coughing and some even comes out of my nose. He pats my back as he hands me a napkin from the table.

"Shit. That was bad." he mutters.

I want to punch him so badly right now.

After a minute or two of nonstop coughing, I finally begin to calm down.

He moves my drink away. "This is not for you."

"On that, we agree." I say trying not to look at him.

"So you don't drink?"

"Not often." I say now sitting straight. He nods.

I get the courage to glance at him and see him staring at my lips.

Oh boy...