Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
Chapter 63

I stand on a table in the middle of a dining hall. A huge room with multiple dining tables. My wrists and ankles are in shackles.

Kanda, Sheril and the other contestants that won stand with me also shakled. They took us here directly after the fight. I can tell Kanda is having a hard time standing since she is hurt but she does her best. We are displayed like trophies for Zao's amusement. There are all manner of people here.

Some look-and act-like savages, others look like well-established people.

They told us not to speak or we would be punished but...since when has punishment stopped me from speaking my mind?

The people here come around to our table to get a good look at us.

"Not a scratch on him..." One of the spectators mutters looking at one of the men that stands with us.

A big chunky round fellow steps in front of Kanda with a big smile. His big round rosy ch*eks pucker up. "My Nubian goddess! You made me so much money today!" Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free.The man is excited and in a very good mood. He holds cup up and nods at Kanda, and then he drinks.

"I was not expecting a double team. It was quite exciting."

Two men speak looking at Sheril and then at me.

"How long do we have to stay like this?" I whisper to the girls.

"They will get us back soon, especially because Kanda and one of the guys are hurt. Just hold on a bit longer."

I am not sure I can hold on, I am about to explode on these people. They are disgusting for what they are doing here.

"At least we are not them."

Sheril says looking at the poor women who were brought to entertain the men in a more s**ual way-also prisoners and among them is Lia, the girl from our cell.

Two men suddenly stand in front of me. They look up at me, studying me.

"What a curious sight."

"Indeed. The mask makes her...mysterious. She looks dangerous. I like it."

"You like it?" I ask.

"Oh yes..." He responds. "I wonder what those eyes look like."

"Why don't you come closer? End your curiosity." I slowly lean down. Tempted, the man gets closer.

"Can you see?" I ask him.

"No. It is just dark."

"Get closer."

The moment he does, I swing my head down and hit him with the metal mask right on the nose.

Oh, it hurts me too but not as much as it does him. He pulls back with his hand on his bloody nose.

"How mysterious am I now?!"

I shout.

One of the guards swings a stick that looks like a baton and hits me on the back. It hurts but it is not the worst that I have taken.

I hear Zao laugh along with a few men near him.

"I told you all not to get too close. They bite."

"Dumb ass. Sticking his hand in a cage filled with rabid dogs." The voice is familiar and quickly brings my blood to a boil.

Oliver stands in front of me.

He holds a cup up with a stupid smile. "That look is good on you."

He is right...I suddenly feel like a rabid animal.

"So you are back?" I ask with clenched teeth.

"I am. Couldn't resist to watch you fight."

This man has no idea how much in danger he is. If I were loose, I'd kill him on the spot. I suppose I can still hurt him though.

Without giving it a second thought, I jump on him. My shackled hands go around his neck where I hold him in place and sink my teeth into the first thing I can find. As I do this, he turns his head and I bite his ear off. Literally, when I am pulled away by the guards, half of his ear is in my mouth. He screams and holds his side, watching me spit the chunk of meat on the ground.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" I scream.

Zao claps and laughs.

"You need to cage her!"

Oliver shouts at him and the people around him that also laugh.

"What did you expect would happen?" Zao asks. "You spoke of that man sticking his hand in a cage filled with rabid dogs but you entered the cage that you put her in." Zao claps again. "Take them back." Unlike the others, I have to be pulled and carried away because all I want to do is get my hands on Oliver.

I don't calm down until we are taken to the barrack rooms to change back into our white rags, and then we are taken back to our cells.

"This can't stand. We need to get out of here!" I start to feel a desperate need to escape. It has just been a few days but I feel like Colt and the others will never find me.

This makes me feel sick to my stomach.

And how am I going to survive another fight? I was lucky in this one. If Sheril hadn't shown up when she did, I would have been dead.

"We've all tried. It is nearly impossible."

"There has to be a way."

"You are just going to make them angry." Kanda says resting on a piece of rag on the floor.

"Let them be angry." I mutter.

Sheril leans on the bars of the cell next to ours. "Mike Tyson over here doesn't give a shit. You can tell that much and I'm with her." Kanda laughs and then I think bout it and laugh too.

"Dude, your kind can heal but you can't regrow body parts. He's going to be walking around with half an ear for the rest of his life." Sheril says and starts laughing.

That night, I sleep just a tiny bit better knowing that Oliver is going to remember me for the rest of his life every time he looks in a mirror.

In the morning I am filled with sadness. I miss Colt. I miss waking up with him.

We are not mates but I have a bond with him nonetheless. I love that man and I miss him so much.

My thoughts start going to a dark place, wondering if I'll ever see him again. If I never do, will he ever know what happened to me? Will he look for me until he gives up hope? Will he miss me?

I quietly cry in the corner hoping no one notices.

The next two days are filled with mostly rest and sickness. The food here is horrendous. And rest is all we can do in these cages. I guess you could say that we are a bit lucky to be in this particular cell because from where we are, I can see the market so it is just a bit entertaining. It is always filled with people, even at night. Many of the people also come to see us. It is like we are animals in a zoo.

I still can't get used to the food they give us. I am always feeling sick. It tastes disgusting.

"What are they doing?" I ask Kanda, watching two guards going around the cells with a clipboard in hand.

"They are choosing who is fighting again tonight."

"Again?! So soon?!"

My stomach turns.

When they get to our cell, one of the guards points to the girl who sleeps in the corner. All she does is sleep, eat, and shit. She doesn't converse with us and I don't even know her name.

"That one has done nothing for weeks. Put her on the list." The guard then looks at Kanda and then at me. "They will fight too."

"What?!" I shout. "Me too?!"

"Yes!" The guard yells and walks off.

No...not again...I suddenly visualized the fight I was in. I start to feel hot and shaky.

"I...I don't......." I turn around and run to the latrine where I empty the contents of my stomach.

Lia pats my back. "It's okay. Breath. You did it once, you can do it again."

"That was luck. If Sheril hadn't been thrown in, I would have been dead."

Victor's lessons also save my life. I sit against the wall and wonder how they are all doing. My life suddenly did a one-eighty and completely changed again after I had gotten used to my father and his pack. Now I'm here.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I survived all these years. I survived a raging river as a child that killed my mother. I survived a pack that hated me and nearly killed me many times. I survived my father and stood up to him and his cruelty. I can survive this too, I must.

I touch the sides of my head.

The bolt wounds have healed. They don't hurt anymore. I can't even feel it and I have gotten used to the mask and my limited vision.

"Kanda, where are you from anyway?" I ask her, looking for conversation.

"Kenya. I was part of a pack near a city called Nairobi."

"Pack...what... are you?"

"A werecat. We are very different you and I...our kind. All we have in common is that we can shift and heal fast. Our packs consist of only five to ten people. We are not as strong as your kind-though we are still strong-but we are very fast and agile. Our bodies can twist in ways that yours can't."

I nod. This is all very interesting.

"How did you end up here?"

"Our pack was attacked by poacher hunters."

"Poacher?"

She nods.

"Hunters who hunt supernatural beings for the sport of it and what they can gain. I was brought here and sold. I don't know what happened to the rest of my pack."

"Don't confuse them with us."

Sheril says. "Our hunter society is there to preserve peace between all of us.

When we hunt, it is usually those who have gone crazy on a killing spree. At least that's what usually happens."

The guards suddenly stand in front of us again but this time with Zao.

"This one?" The guard points at Kanda.

"Yes." Zao says. He leans in to speak to Kanda. "I will be taking your metal collar off during the fight so that you can shift. Your kind is rare but I want to give them a taste of wonder. I have powerful people coming to

see the fight tonight. We are putting on a show on this one. If you all play your rolls right, you'll get to dine with us tonight instead of just being displayed."

I roll my eyes watching them leave.

As if that was a reward.

We all decide to rest. I sit leaning on the wall from the latrine watching people come and go, waiting for tonight.

A while later, we are taken to the cages in the middle of the market just like before.

There are so many more prisoners than before. So many of us are fighting.

I am scared, I really am. I don't want to fight someone who knows how to fight because they will probably kill me and I also don't want to fight someone who doesn't because I don't want to kill them. What if is someone like Musa? Her screams still haunt me. I am sure she did nothing to defend herself. She most likely didn't know what to do.

I almost gasp myself out of existence when I see a familiar face in the crowd of the market.

"What the hell? What is it?" Kanda asks startled.

"I know her!" I squeeze my ch*eks through the cell bars.

The mask won't let me go any further but these bars are not silver so they don't hurt me.

"Honora!" I scream.

The closest guard hits the bars with his baton causing me to jump back. I lean back to the bars and notice

Honora-the witch who helped me with my dreams with Ezra-looking in my direction. She heard me. She looks at me with curiosity but I don't think she can recognize me with this mask.

I wave at her but then she is gone. A group of people gets in the way.

"No..."

I desperately look for her but I can't see her anywhere.

"No..." I move around trying to look through the crowd. "No, please...where are you?"

I hit the bars knowing that I lost my chance.

"Who...was it?" Kanda asks.

I turn and slide down the bars, feeling defeated.

"Someone I know..." I whisper.

"You know me?" Someone suddenly whispers from behind me.

I turn to see her.

"Honora!"