Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
Chapter 55

This has to be her. This has to be the witch.

She is quick, touching Ezra on the arm and disappearing with him. The whole room disappears and my eyes open. I sit up with a startle. "Cass!" Colt shouts.

"I got him! I got him, Colt!"

"You killed him!?"

"No. He is not dead but I hurt him badly and I saw her. I saw the witch."

Colt immediately hands me the potion. "Take this now."

Without arguing, I immediately drink the potion. It is bitter and I feel like I want to throw up.

Once it is done, I feel nothing happening but it's not like I felt the connection that was still there before anyway. The amulet worked exactly how Honora told me it would, so I am sure the potion does too. 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 look at Colt unsure of what to do next. "Now what?"

"Now..." He pauses, thinking for a few seconds. "Now we rest and wait till tomorrow to see if there is any news?"

I nod. "I am really tired."

"Let's rest. You need it."

We lie down but deep inside I am scared. Scared that the potion did not work and that Ezra and this witch will come after me again in my sleep.

Colt can see my hesitation.

He moves the hair from my face and caresses my cheek.

"If there is anything amiss, I will wake you up." "Okay." I whisper.

I close my eyes and relax while he caresses me. I wake up in the morning feeling rested and happy that nothing happened. After telling everyone what happened, we waited for news and I resumed my daily training with Victor and my father. Two days pass and to my displeasure, we receive news that Ezra is still alive but apparently badly wounded. Witchcraft is truly scary. Even my tongue still hurts but it is healing.

Ready to take my lunch break after so much training, I head to the dining room.

"I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you much lately."

Oliver's voice carries from behind me.

I stop in my tracks and force a smile on my face before I turn to him.

"I apologize. I have been busy training."

"No need to apologize. You are a busy woman, nothing wrong with that. That being said, all work and no play can't be good for you."

I force a small laugh. "Father is working me to the bone. Maybe I do need a bit of fun."

"Well then, would you have a private dinner with me this evening?"

Every part of my being wants to say no but I force myself to nod. "Of course."

"Marvelous. I'm looking forward to some one-on-one time."

I smile and nod striding away and going inside.

"Some...one-on-one time?" I have to abruptly stop when Colt stands in front of me.

"You...heard that..."

"Yes. I heard that."

"You know it's nothing."

"To you it is nothing. To him...he has ideas, plans."

"If he does have plans, they will not come to fruition because I will not allow them."

I can see how tense he is and how much anger is coursing through him.

"Serge, take a break." I say without looking back. He knows exactly what that means.

I pull Colt to the empty living room-next to us-and once the doors are closed, I latch on to him and kiss him but he doesn't relax just yet. Knowing that he needs just a bit more convincing, my hand drifts down and slides inside his pants. He immediately groans. "Mhg..." "It seems that you need something to help you relax."

"I do?" He acts dumb but looks very amused.

"Yep. Let me help you with that." Unzipping his pants, I kneel down and spring his manhood out. It is already hardening under the touch of my hand.

He puts a hand on my hair looking down at me.

"Mh...show me you are mine."

"With pleasure." I say with a smile.

I take my tongue out and slide it down from the tip to the shaft making him groan. Not once do I look away from his stare.

I slider back up savoring that salty taste of his precum and then I pop the tip in my mouth.

He hisses in pleasure. My hands go to work as well softly going up and down his rod while my mouth takes care of the the head, sucking and sliding my tongue around. It drives him crazy.

I start bobbing my head back and forth, taking him all in. His grip on my hair tightens and I can feel his hips trying to thrust but I hold him in place.

He hisses and softly pushes me away.

"Bend over." He says pulling me up.

Within seconds he bends me over the back of a sofa, pulls my pants down, and rams himself inside me.

I hold on to the sofa so that I don't go over. I position

myself in a way that I can tighten my core, clenching my insides and this causes Colt to start moaning louder and faster.

"F***ck." He whispers.

"Mh..."

It makes me smile knowing that I can make him feel this good.

His thrusting speeds up.

"Uh... I want to come."

Usually, he can go on for a long period of time but this time it hasn't even been five minutes.

"Do it." I say.

"Are you sure? You haven't-Mh..."

"It's okay. I'm sure." I moan.

It feels good but I am nowhere near about to come and we can't be too long.

Someone might walk in.

Picking up speed again, he holds my hips as he lunges inside of me. Within a few seconds, he shakes and gives a loud groan.

As he separates, I turn to him with a smile. "Feeling better?"

He closes his eyes, smiles, and shakes his head. "Such a bad girl. You were buying my happiness."

"And obviously it works. Men are such simple creatures."

His mouth opens. He looks flabbergasted and I laugh.

"You tricked me."

"Oh please. Stop acting all innocent."

He laughs.

After fixing our clothes, he grabs me in a hug and k*sses me. "That was really good by the way."

"Glad you liked it."

Men really are simple to please. He seems to have forgotten that he was upset at all.

We head out going our separate ways and I immediately go to the bathroom to clean myself. After, I have lunch and continue my training. In the evening, after my training with Warrick, I get ready for my dinner with Alpha Oliver. He instructed me to meet him out in the garden. Before I can walk out, Colt enters my room.

He sighs when he looks at me.

I walk close to him and put my hand on his cheek.

"Baby, I am doing this for Warrick. Please don't worry. I am all yours."

"I know. I know this but...the thought of him...just looking at you, wanting you, craving for you... it pisses me off." He says.

"I know. Maybe...maybe I should just end it."

"No. Just get through tonight." He says. He k*sses my head and leaves.

Taking in a deep breath, I walk out and head down the hall deciding to go see James before I go to Oliver.

I have passed by my mother's painting many times but have always been too hectic to stop. The only time I was able to really get a good look at it was when Poppy showed it to me. So now, I stop.

She looks so happy. It is a genuine smile, that much I can tell. I don't know why she really left but I feel like she was happy here still. Giving the painting a smile, I go on my way to James's room where I find him now watching a bit of TV. I am glad he is doing something more than just staring out of the window.

He tells me that he just wants to distract himself which I fully encourage.

I leave him with a hug and head down to the garden.

There is a small table with dinner being served for two. I smile at Oliver as he lays eyes on me.

"Evening, you are looking radiant."

I honestly barely tried but I did put on a dress. I have nothing against him but it just feels wrong. It feels wrong to do this to Colt and it feels wrong to do this to Oliver.

Removing those thoughts, I sit and smile.

"Thank you."

"I saw a painting of your mother. You look just like her."

"Yes. I have been told many times and I agree."

"Mh, beauty runs in your family."

I really hate small talk. It is so awkward.

"Do you have any family here?" I ask him

"Sadly, no. Most of my relatives are gone and the rest live across the sea."

"So you are all alone here-not counting your pack-that's...sad."

He smiles. "Don't feel bad for me. To me, my pack is my family."

He is really a sweet man but is he really a good guy? I can easily believe that he is but still...something inside nags at me. His presence screams trustworthy but I am not sure I can really trust him.

We continue our small talk while we start to eat but I can tell that he has something on his mind and without thinking it too much, he asks.

May I...inquire into something?

"Uhm...sure."

"Who is this man that is constantly with you?"

"What...man?"

He stares at me without saying anything. Obviously, he knows I am just acting stupid.

"Uhm...well...Serge is my bodyguard...Victor is my brother-"

"None of those."

"C-Colt.......I have been training with him."

I don't have to explain who Colt is because he already knows who he is but he doesn't know who he is to me.

"Oh, I see."

He believes it and it feels wrong to lie like this.

"No. I'm sorry. That's a lie."

He looks at me a bit surprised.

"Colt is more than that. But we can't be together. My father does not allow it."

Obviously, I don't tell him the complete truth but at least it is some of it.

He falls silent but then nods.

"I see. It is understandable why your father does not wish you to be with this man. He is brother to the man that has declared war and also...wasn't his brother your fated mate?" I slowly nod.

"Mh...I agree with your father. Not a good idea."

Silently I stare at my food.

"There are better men out there worthy of someone like you." He puts a hand on mine. "Give it a chance."

I look down at our hands.

My eyes are captured by scars that come from under the sleeves of his suit. I turn my hand around, going over his hand and touching his scars.

He doesn't recoil, instead he stares at the motion of my fingers.

"You did not have a good life either...did you?" I whisper.

There is a pause for a few seconds. "My pack was taken over by another many years ago. And as I child, I was beaten into submission.

Only recently I was able to escape and that is why I have settled here."

"I see...scars....we all have scars that tell a story, our struggles and what we overcame. Battle scars..." I whisper.

"I have seen yours." He says.

I smile. "Mine are visible to everyone. There are so many."

"I like that you don't hide them."

"There is no need to hide them. It shows how strong I am and what I can overcome. I don't have an ego but many have tried to break me and failed. Even my own father."

He smiles. "Willfull." He seems intrigued by me but his eyes dart to our right where a sudden howl comes from deep in the forest.

"Is that...one of us?" I ask Oliver who looks very calm amidst my own panicking.

"A battle cry...they are here."