Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
Chapter 52

"What are you doing?!" I ask Ezra.

Again I am in the white room and again can't move.

He traces a hand down my cheeks, neck, and shoulders, then takes my arm and gets close. He starts caressing my skin with his lips as his eyes stare into mine. I am sure this "Dream Ezra" is trying to get a reaction out of me.

"How does this feel? I can see your skin likes it." He says.

I roll my eyes. "It is all in my head. You are not real."

"How sure are you about that?"

"Very. My mind is just conflicted."

"How so?"

"I hate you for what you did and I want to kill you so much but..."

"But?"

"I am not so sure I am capable of such violence. As much as I want to rip you apart...will I be able to if you were really in front of me?" Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free."Well...I AM right in front of you."

"No, you are not."

He smiles. "Let's test it then.

He lifts the palm of my hand up towards him with one hand and then holds his other hand up where a pin needle appears out of thin air.

"Guess that is proof enough," I say.

"Is it?" He asks.

"Yeah, things don't appear from nowhere in the real world. This is a dream."

"You are correct..." He says as he gets the pin needle close to my finger. "This is a dream realm..." The needle touches the tip of my finger and I can feel the pain of the prick. "...but we are very real." He says.

I suddenly wake up and immediately hold my hand up, feeling just a bit of pain. My brows come together in confusion as I inspect the skin on my finger. To my surprise, there is a tiny dot of blood. "No...am I going crazy?

How?... This...this can't be real."

I look at my finger again. The tiny little prick is pink and it's not healing.

I suddenly feel fear. I look around my room which is lit by the small lamp on my night table I left on before I fell asleep. The light is dim, just enough to light my bed area but the rest of the room is dark and covered with shadows.

I don't think I can do this. I don't want to sleep without Colt anymore.

I sit up on the side of the bed ready to head out and find Colt in his room but as I rise to my feet, a shadow from the corner of the room moves. At first, I believed that my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw the silhouette of a man but the moment it lunged at me, I knew it was not in my head.

My body reacts on its own and I immediately slide back, hitting the bed and rolling back over it but through all this, I can see a man now clearly. An unknown man and as I roll through the bed, he stabs the bed with a knife trying to get to me. I hit the ground on the other side of the bed and also hit the table, knocking the lamp down.

"SERGE!" I scream.

The man jumps over the bed swinging his knife left to right over and over while I keep clumsily backing up and stumbling on the floor.

"Stop!" I scream at the man as I try to look into his eyes, trying to use my power on him but it is too dark and I am too frantic.

My hands touch the cold steel of the lamp and I immediately grab it and swing it at the man, hitting him on the head. It staggers him and gives me enough moment to run past him towards the open door where Serge is already dashing in and taking the assassin down.

The man screams and I can hear a bone break when Serge holds the man's arm back while his other hand holds the assassin's head down on the ground.

Footsteps echo through the hall as guards flood into my room. Serge immediately hands the intruder to the guards and quickly comes to tend to me.

"Are you hurt!?" He asks with urgency.

I shake my head. "No-"

"You are!" He declares.

"What?" He wipes my face and I see blood stain his hand.

I touch my cheek where I have a cut.

"Oh!"

He takes one of the bed sheets and rips it, then holds the makeshift rag against my cheek.

I take it from him and then he starts to look around the room. He zones in on the balcony door. It is open.

I bite my lip cursing inwardly because, despite Colt's constant warnings to lock it at night, I left it unlocked.

While Serge inspects the door, Colt suddenly runs in and takes me in his arms.

When his b*dy encases me, I stop shaking and I hadn't even noticed that I was shaking until now.

"Are you okay!? Let me see."

"I'm...I'm okay..."

A few minutes later, we are gathered in Warrick's office. Colt was also attacked and I am sure that the same plan was meant for Warrick but he was having a meeting with a few of his men so the assassin was not lucky enough to get close. "Explain yourself!" Warrick shouts at Serge. "How did he get so close to her?! Why the hell do I even have you watching her?!" "I-I sensed nothing, Alpha."

I nod. "He is right. There was no scent or at least I can't remember of one."

The man really smelled like nothing which is strange because everything has a scent.

Colt nods too. "The only reason I noticed the assassin that came for me was because I was already awake. I couldn't sleep. Otherwise...he probably could have gotten me." "Same with me. I don't think Serge has any fault here. How did these assassins even get inside the pack and walk through the house without being noticed?" I ask.

Warrick looks at Beck and Garret who took the assassins to the dungeons and inspected them.

They both nod. "These men were covered in an oily substance that had no smell at all." Garret says.

Beck crosses his arms and also nods. "I can only assume that it is what was blocking their scent."

I stare at Warrick. "Can we take this assassin threat a bit more seriously now?"

Warrick looks at Garret without responding. "Get everything you can from them and then end them."

I hear Colt take in a deep breath before he speaks.

"These are not real assassins. They are men from my pack. I recognize them." Warrick stares at him waiting for more information but none comes.

"And this matters to me why?" Warrick asks.

Colt clarifies. "My point is...they are being ordered to do this but the one that attacked me hesitated. I could see that he didn't want to do it."

"And again, why does that matter to me? They still attempted it." Warrick says.

"It matters to me because these are my men. Ordered to do something by their supposed Alpha. It is not their fault. These men have families."

"That is all irrelevant to me and you..." Warrick looks at me. "You need to train more. That should not have happened." He points to my cheek where there is only a smudge of blood now since the wound is almost now closed.

I agree with him, I know he is right. Panic is my number one enemy. I need to train more in both my fighting and my power. I need to learn to react instead of panicking.

"Starting tomorrow you will be training with Victor nonstop."

"What about training my power?"

"That can wait. You are having far more trouble than you should with it so let's focus on learning how to defend yourself for now. We can do a bit of training on the weekends for your power but you need to learn the basics first and that is learning how to fight and how to react to danger."

I nod and don't argue. As Warrick continues to speak, I slowly creep next to Colt who has been standing a bit further away from me because Oliver is in the room.

"I am not sleeping by myself tonight." I whisper to him. "I can't. I need you."

His beautiful green eyes always give me butterflies when he stares at me with that intense gaze. "I wasn't planning on leaving you alone." He says. He doesn't smile. Lately, I have noticed that he is bothered by something but he won't speak of it. I can only assume it is because of all this situation but I am not sure.

When we finally head back to our rooms, I make sure to follow Colt to his but still being discreet. I also tell Serge that I can't have him waiting outside of Colt's room cause it would be too obvious.

The moment we lie on the bed, Colt wraps me in his arms. We don't speak a single word. I take his presence in and that is all I need to make me drift into deep slumber.

When those glowing white walls meet my sight, that is when I realize how screwed I am. With what had happened, I forgot about Ezra and this place.

"No...no!" Ezra smiles. "Seems you've finally figured it out."

"This is real!"

He now has a grin. "Yes, my sweet Casseopea. Judging by the fact that you are here now, my men must have failed. And to be honest, I am actually quite glad. I realized how much I want to savor you first." "Let me go! Ezra! Let me go!"

He takes out a knife and presses the tip of it against my neck. Slowly, he slides it down my collarbone.

"You have no power here."

He says. "Those pretty eyes of yours won't work here.

Only pain and pleasure thrive in this place and right now...I think I'll choose pleasure." His eyes slide down my body and then with a flick of his hand, the knife cuts the slim strap of my tanktop. As much as I try to move, I can't. My body is paralyzed.

All I can move are my mouth and eyes. His eyes suddenly darken and a fire burns in them. He throws the knife across the room and then putting a knee in between my legs, he lies over me.

I hate that his eyes remind me of Colt. I hate that they have the same color.

"How are you doing this?

How is this really happening?"

"With..." His voice is breathless and as he says this he stares at my lips. "...the help of a friend."

His lips touch mine. I can feel it all as if we were really together.

His hand slides up my body and then he presses them against my breasts.

I unwillingly moan and I hate it. I feel disgusted.

He deepens the kiss and I know that all I can do to defend myself is to bite him but before I can, he ends the kiss.

Leaning a bit back, he slides his hands down and starts to undo my pants. Pain and pleasure. That's what he said. He said that pain and pleasure are what thrive here. And I know! I know why he said he didn't want to use pain now. Because...that is my way out.

When he pricked me with that needle before, I immediately woke up.

"You know what it's sad?" I ask and it gets his attention but he doesn't stop messing with my clothes.

"I am sure you are about to tell me."

"I was yours once. You had me and I could have loved you...so much."

I know this affects him because he stops. He stares at me and stops what he is doing.

"I would have willingly given myself to you if you would have just...given me a chance all those years ago. But look at us now...look at what you have resorted to."

His facial muscles harden and his jaw clenches.

"You...you should have been mine!" He grabs my shirt with both hands and rips it.

"That will never happen!" I shout and then do the only thing I can think of. I bite my tongue as hard as I can.

I lift up from the bed, screaming with the taste of blood in my mouth.