Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
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. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free.I heard everything from my father but......" 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.

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. I 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 that any time soon.

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 byColt 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 body 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?"n