Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
Chapter 34

"Cass, listen..." Colt stands behind me and whispers.

We stand in front of the door to my father's office readying ourselves to go in.

"I can't react in there. Whatever I am told to do, I have to do it."

"I know, Colt. I understand."

"I...I just don't want you to hate me if I have to do something...bad."

I look back at him and smile.

"I could never hate you."

He lifts an eyebrow up. "Are you sure about that? Didn't you hate me already before all of this?"

"I didn't hate you. I disliked you. There is a difference."

I knock at the door and suddenly feel my butt cheek being squeezed.

I gasp and look back to find a chuckling Colt.

"Enter!" I hear my father say, composing myself, I open the door and walk in. His office is big and spacious. So it's no surprise to find a few people in here and it still doesn't feel cramped. Victor and Garret are also here along with the Beta, Archie. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free."Alright, my daughter. Let's see what you can do. Come here." Warrick holds a pack member by his shoulder and puts him in front of me. A man in his thirties. He looks a bit frail, more like a human which tells me he is not a healthy werewolf. Maybe it is because he is mistreated.

"Command him," Warrick says.

The man looks at me with fear. Taking a deep breath, I stare at him and think of him putting his hand on his head. Something simple. But nothing happens and I am not surprised. I had a feeling it wasn't going to be this easy because if it was, then I would have been able to do this a long time ago and I probably would have realized that I had powers a lot sooner.

I sigh with disappointment.

"Hmh...perhaps encouragement is needed here? Victor, your knife."

My eyes widen. Victor immediately walks up to me and takes out his knife.

"What are you doing?" I quickly ask taking a step back.

"It's silver?" Warrick asks and Victor nods.

Warrick gives him a nod.

Victor takes the knife and presses it against the weak man's neck. It immediately burns his skin and the man screams and shakes but he doesn't dare to move away.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" I try to take the knife away from Victor but he quickly moves it away.

Warrick holds my wrist and moves me back to stand in front of the man. "Every time you fail to command him, he will be punished. Now, again. Concentrate."

I look at all of them. They all stare at me waiting for me to follow orders.

I take in a deep breath and try again but this time I really do give it my all. I stare at the man and somehow try to force the thought into his head. The man stares at me as he shakes but nothing happens. If he would just move at all then I could lie and say that that was it. But he doesn't do anything but stand there shaking.

I look down, giving up, and shake my head. the man screams in pain as the knife touches his skin.

"Again," Warrick says.

This goes on for about half an hour until Warrick finally gets irritated.

"Are you sure you have done this before!?" He shouts at me.

"Yes!" I say. I explained to him when it happened and that's when he starts to look pensive.

"Maybe...you need even more encouragement." He nods to himself. "Yes."

He suddenly grabs the knife from Victor and swipes it across the brittle man's neck.

I gasp watching the man fall lifeless on the ground.

Nonchalantly, Warrick wipes the knife clean as he looks pensive.

I am speechless with my hand on my mouth holding the scream that wants to come out but the anger inside of me starts to grow.

"You... all are monsters!" I shout.

Warrick finally looks at me.

"And you are too...soft. You will learn my craft," he says handing Victor his knife back.

"I don't want to be like you," I respond.

Victor's eyes widen as I say this and the others look surprised and a bit afraid.

Warrick walks close to me. "But you will be, I'll make sure of that." He puts a hand behind my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, and then pulls me close. "And if you keep talking back to me like this, I will cut your tongue out." This is why anger is so dangerous to me. When I lead with it, I do not think about the consequences.

"Do it. I will still find a way to say what is on my mind." I say.

"Ah...there it is," he says which confuses me.

"What?"

"I was starting to doubt that you were my daughter at all but I now see myself in you."

He pushes me back and I almost fall to the ground but I don't hit the floor because Colt catches me before I do.

He straightens me up and moves away from me.

Warrick walks back to his desk. "Keep her in her room today. No meals. I'll go easy on you this once but mark my words...I will treat you like a dog if I have to. You will learn my ways."

Before I can answer him back-and I was going to answer him back-Colt takes me by the arm and pulls me away.

"Yes, Alpha," he says and leads me outside where he quickly lets me go. "Are you okay?"

"No. Yes...I don't know."

He sprints up the stairs and I have to keep up because he is going so fast. "Colt...wait up."

He doesn't answer until we reach my room and he opens the door. "Go in."

He looks away into the hall, ignoring me.

Feeling deflated, I go inside and he closes the door behind me. I am throwing such a pity party for myself that I don't notice that he is in here with me until he hugs me from behind. I feel like a toy in his arms as his body completely covers me. My body suddenly relaxes feeling like I am almost melting. His mouth is on my ear and I hear him breathe.

It relaxes me even more.

All I can think of is that poor man. How terrified he was and how he looked at me.

How can anyone be so heartless?

"Stay with me," I whisper.

He sighs. "It's too early, Angel. I have to be seen outside of your room."

I nod but I am disappointed.

He turns me around and softly k*sses me. It is a gentle k*ss as if I would break at any moment. "You are not alone."

He whispers and then k*sses my forehead.

I watch him turn and leave, closing the door behind him. Because of him, I don't feel alone. If he wasn't with me, I'd be crying in a corner the whole time.

I take in a deep breath and head to the sofa where I spend the rest of my day watching TV.

I am not brought dinner but I think my father has a few screws loose. He forgot that I have junk food in my little fridge and that is what I eat.

So I am not starving by the end of the night.

As I am putting chips in my mouth, I start thinking.

Everyone in the office seemed a little surprised when he basically just gave me a slap on the hand and left me off easily. I don't think they are used to him going easy on anyone but why did he? Why not really punish me like he does everyone else? He barely even knows me.

I ponder this the whole night until suddenly, Colt comes in. He closes the door behind him and sits next to me.

"Almost everyone is asleep by now and I have two hours before Serge comes for shift change. Come here." He pulls me to his chest and holds me.

This makes me smile. I immediately hug him and get comfortable.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks in a soft voice.

"A bit better I guess."

"What can I do to make you feel better?" he asks.

"This. Just this is enough.

Hold me."

He squeezes me tighter. "Cass, I will get us out of here."

"I know."

"I mean it. I heard of a few people who are planning to run," he says.

"Run? So we are going with them?"

"No. They will fail. But they can be a distraction while we do our own escape."

I can see how this can work but suddenly, the poor men's eyes flash in my head. All these people that are here suffering under my father's rule. I feel selfish for leaving them like this even though I don't owe anyone here anything. "I...I don't want to leave..."

"What?"

I sit up and look at him. "I...these people...they are suffering. I don't want to just leave them and I don't want to use others to escape. They will die."

"Then...what do you want, Cass?"

"I...I want to make things better. I want to free them all."

"How?" He asks.

I am surprised that he doesn't shut my idea down.

That he doesn't just try to convince me to leave.

"Cass, how can you do that?"

What can I do? I can't even use my power.

Colt puts a hand under my chin and stares into my eyes. "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do but...I don't want to lose you.

This place can break you and I...I don't want to lose you. You are too good and Warrick...he is good at breaking others. He has plans for you and I don't want to see you fall."

But...can he break me? I have lived all my life with people who tried to do just that and never once did I break.

Ezra comes to mind.

Oh, how he tried but failed time and time again.

Suddenly, I have a thought or rather it is more of a realization.

I have gone through so much. I am pretty strong to be where I am now.

"Cass?"

I had been deep in thought until Colt called my name.

"I really do need to learn how to use my power," I say.

"Well, yeah. You'd have such an advantage over Warrick." He says. "If I am honest..." He suddenly lowers his head looking just a bit ashamed. "I...well, this was my thought at the beginning when I learned who you were. I wanted to use you against him and I am sorry. Back then I didn't feel about you as I do now."

I put a hand on his cheek.

"It's okay. I am not angry about that."

"You're not?"

I shake my head. "No. But you are going to make it up to me."

"I am?" he asks lifting an eyebrow seeming amused.

"Yep. Slap me."

"WHAT?!" He pulls back and doesn't jump to his feet only because I am on his lap.

I start laughing realizing that I should have explained further.

"I need to learn how to use my powers. So I am commanding you to slap me."

"WHAT?" he asks again which makes me also laugh again. "Why slap? Why not something else?"

"Because I will know it is real. I could command you to k*ss me..." And he does just that. He k*sses me with a smile. After tasting his lips and enjoying it, I pull back.

"See. That did not count."

He sighs. "I am not going to slap you. I would never do that."

"I know. That's why I am commanding it."

He crosses his arms. "Good luck with that then."

"Slap me."

"No."

"Slap me."

"No!"

"Slap me!"

"NO!" he now shouts.

"SLAP ME!" I shout back.

He slaps me.

I gasp. He gasps. We both gasp and look at each other, shocked.

"You slapped me!"

"I-I-I...I didn't!" he stutters.

"You....slapped me..."

"I...." He looks at his hand as if it has a mind of its own and then looks back at me. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

I start laughing uncontrollably. "It worked!"

I continue to laugh but Colt does not look happy at all.

I throw myself at him and k*ss him as he is still confused and upset.

Suddenly, we hear a few knocks on the door, and then the door starts to open.