Scarred Alphas

Chapter 51

Before Colt can get too far

away, I grab his arm and pull

him inside. Without

warning, I crash my l*ps onto

his.

“May I remind you, Sir, that you are the one who was

insistent on doing this how my father wants us to do it.”

“I know. But…it is harder

than I thought it was going

to be.”

“I know.” I hug him.

“When I see him…thinking

that he can have you…it

pisses me off.”

I rub his back and he starts to

relax. “My love…can you do this? Because I don’t want

you to suffer. I don’t want to

cause you pain.”

There is a pause and then I hear a long sigh. “Yes…I can

do it.”

I chuckle. “Can you do it without trying to rip Alpha Oliver apart?”

He sighs again. “Yes.”

I pull away and look into his eyes. “Okay. But if it is ever

too much for you, then f**k

1. it. We stop it. You might not

be able to mark me but we

can out ourselves.”

He smiles then leans in and kisses my head. “I love you.”

He looks relieved now.

“Colt…I love you more than anyone in this world. You were the light in my

darkness. Made me feel hope

again. So please, know that

there will never be anyone

else for me. You are the only

one I want.”

He heavily exhales. “I guess I

can go now.”

“Hmh?” I am confused.

“I can sleep good now thinking of the words you just said to me.”

I grin but before I can say it,

he beats me to it.

“Not cheezzy!”

I laugh.

He gives me a quick kiss and

walks towards the door.

“Sleep well!“I tell him.

“Oh…I won’t. Not without

you.”

I smile as I watch him leave.

I am sure That I also won’t

be able to sleep without him.

It is a bit earlier than usual

but without Colt, I am so bored so I decide to go to sleep. Especially since I haven’t been sleeping well lately.

“You must still want me if

you keep coming to see me.”

“Huh?” I am confused by

these words.

Ezra smiles down at me. I

am back in the white room

but this time, this time I can’t

move. I lie on the sofa

looking at Ezra’s stupid face

staring down at me with his stupid smile.

“My brother must not be satisfying you properly.” As

he says this, he takes my hand and moves it to his l*ps.

I can feel the warmth of his

breath and I am taken aback

again at how real this all

feels.

“Hmh…maybe…I’ll take you

back if you beg me.”

“Why do I keep dreaming of you?” I ask. Talking and moving my l*ps is all I seem

to be able to do.

“So you do want me.”

“No. I will never want you.”

I close my eyes realising that my obsessive hatred for him

is what is making me dream

of him so much. It has to be

that. what else could it be?

Suddenly I feel the warmth

of his hand on my neck but

before I can react, I am

startled awake by knocks on my door.

Light comes through the

window. It is already

morning.

I f**king hate these dreams. No, nightmares, they are nightmares.

Another abrupt knock makes me get to my feet and rush to the door. When I open it, Alpha Oliver stands there next to Serge who guards my

door.

“Good morning my lady.” He says in his British enticing accent. “Would you do me the honors of having

breakfast with me?”

I am caught by surprise so for a few seconds I just stare

at him.

‘…S–sure…‘

“Marvelous.” He looks at my

clothes and smiles. “I’ll wait.”

I slowly nod and close the

door.

Usually, I wake up happy and feeling relaxed but not today. And I know why. When I

wake up every morning, the first things I am greeted with are Colt’s eyes and his smile, his deep morning voice saying “good morning” to me, and his morning kiss.

But not today and I

feel…lost.

When I finally snap out of

my stupor, I quickly get ready and head out even

though the only urge I have

is to see Colt.

Oliver leads me downstairs

outside where there is a

small table in a small garden area. There is food already waiting for us.

He pulls a chair for me and

after I sit, he sits in front of

1. me.

“What a beautiful day it is.” He says with a smile.

I slowly nod. “Yeah.”

I know I sound very

awkward and that is not

good. I force myself to be

more social.

“So…why did you come here

to settle?” I ask him.

He starts speaking about his family but I can tell that he is being just a bit vague about

1. it. The whole conversation

ends up being about when he a already arrived here.

For some reason, he steers away from anything to do with his past and family which I find very suspicious.

I am relieved when it ends

and I start my day with

training. Warrick wants me to keep my daily routine and for the next three days, I do.

But Victor has really cranked up my training. He beats the hell out of me though that

doesn’t bother me as much

since I am able to take

beatings pretty well, keeping up with him has been a

challenge however, his

methods work. Slowly I have

been able to fight back and

keep a good pace. I also am getting less fatigued which comes to another type of

training he incorporated,

running. He makes me run

laps now. At first, I hated it but now I understand why

he does it. Endurance. It is a

bit easier to keep up with

him now.

As for Colt, I have seen him secretly many times and he is doing much better in keeping his jealousy under wraps. Mostly because I

show him how much I want

him whenever we secretly

meet.

I now run past the river

where I can see the house in

the distance and Victor

waiting for me but suddenly I spot something strange. At

the side of the house where

the small garden stands, I see Colt with Skye. This makes me slow down to a sprint.

“What…the hell?”

He had told me that she had

apologized to him but he didn’t tell me that he was

talking to her again.

Catching my breath, I stop.

She says something to him and he smiles. My blood suddenly boils.

By no means do they look

like they are flirting, in fact, Colt is a few feet away from

her with his arms crossed

and his body language tells

me he is a little

uncomfortable but still, his smile seemed genuine.

Without giving it a second

thought, I stomp all the way

to them.

“What is so funny?” I ask

with a fake smile.

They both look at me

startled.

“Oh…nothing,” Skye says.

“Hmh…then why are you

talking to him?” I am blunt

and I don’t hide anything.

Colt takes a step back and

stands next to me which

makes me want to smile but Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

at the moment, I don’t.

Good mate…

He stays quiet and lets me assert my claim over him,

meaning that I am letting

her know that he is mine–a

behavior typical in us.

“Why can’t I talk to him? We

are not doing anything

wrong. Are you that

insecure?” She asks.

“Do you really want to go there?” I take a step towards

her.

“I have no wish to fight you.” She says. “There is no reason

for that. But also, whether you like it or not, he and I share a lot of history together, and though I know

where I stand in all of this

and I know what I did, I

speak with him out of the friendship that we once shared…” She slowly shakes her head. “…things can’t be

forgotten that easily.”

I don’t know what her game

is and although she doesn’t seem agitated, she does seem

defiant…and I don’t like it.

“Well, I can always make you,” I say looking straight into her eyes. “I can make you forget it all… hell, I can make you do whatever I

want.”

Her mouth opens but she

quickly closes it. She stares at me now with fear. She looks

at Colt and then back at me

before she turns and walks

away.

I feel pure satisfaction and I

can’t hide it.

I look at Colt to find him

staring at me. His expression is completely unreadable

and it is almost scary.

“What?” I ask.

He looks down and shakes

his head. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Seems like

something is bothering you.” I cross my arms and watch him closely.

If he defends her, I am going

to be so pissed.

“Did you really have to

threaten her like that?”

“Are you serious? You are

taking her side?”

“Cass…this is not about her. I

get why you are upset, it’s

natural in our kind and it

doesn’t bother me at all. It’s the fact that you…you-” He stops and looks down. “It’s nothing…never mind.”

“No. Not never mind.”

***

Colt’s POV.

“It’s nothing, Cass,” I repeat.

“Are you sure about that?

Cause you seem upseat!” She

says.

I am actually very calm. She

is the one who is upset.

Her reaction is not what

bothered me. It was what she

chose to do. She doesn’t

realize that every day… she acts like her father just a bit more. It is like she is losing sight of who her father really

is but I don’t. I am reminded

every single day of what I went through but I hide it from her. I hide all the pain I

feel when I walk around

here. I don’t show it. She

doesn’t need to see my pain.

But I am starting to get scared that she is losing sight

of who she is. I love this

woman. I love who she is. I

love the kindness she has in

her. But this power she

has–I am even afraid to

think it but–it seems to be

changing her. It is as if she is

starting to rely solely on it

and like it.

“I am sure,” I say.

“You are lying and I don’t

like that. Tell me.” She

demands.

“It’s just that you are the kind of person that throws

punches, yes, but only out of anger. But when you said that to Skye…and even when you used your power on my sister, you seemed…to enjoy it. You seemed to enjoy the

fear that it caused them.”

“I–I don’t enjoy it. But I do

like the fact that I am not picked on anymore because of my power. I like that people know now not to

mess with me because there

will be consequences.”

I truly hope that is true.

I nod at her giving her the

benefit of the doubt because

I just might be wrong. “Okay.

I can see it your way.

Π

Her face contorts to an

expression of hurt. She gets close and softly clutches at my shirt and pulls me close. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if that is

how it came out.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” I put a finger under her chin and caress with my thumb but quickly pull away remembering that we are

outside.

I hope no one saw that. “Uhm…please don’t be upset.

It’s okay, Cass.”

It kills me to see her hurt.