Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28 

I stare back at myself. “I…I 

don’t even know what she 

looked like.” 

I never gave this much thought. I don’t know if it 

was my subconscious trying to protect me but, I never thought about my real mother, until now. I have 

always had to be so strong. It 

is like I have been numb all 

this time and now I am 

finally starting to feel something. Sadness. 

“Come. Let’s fix your hair.‘ 

She gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she 

mutters as she starts working 

with it. 

She is gentle and doesn’t pull 

on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it 

because it is simple. 

“Alright, makeup,” she says 

getting in front of me. “I’ll 

keep it simple and clean. Just 

enhance your natural 

beauty.” 

“Natural beauty? With these 

scars?” 

“These are an indication of 

what you have survived. It 

means you are a warrior. I 

have my own scars and I 

never cover them. I wear 

them with pride because I 

overcame it all. You should 

too.” She says. 

This woman is making me 

think differently about many things. 

After a few minutes, she is 

done. I have never in my life 

wore makeup. I feel weird but I can see that I look 

good. She did keep it nice 

and simple which I am 

happy about. 

“There. Now let’s get your 

shoes, and head downstairs. It’s just about time.” 

She pulls out ivory–colored 

shoes that match the dress 

perfectly. They are heels. I put them on and we both 

look at them. 

“That’s perfect. Let’s go.” 

We start to walk out but then 

with no warning, I fall. 

She gasps and all I can do is 

laugh. 

“Are you okay?!” she asks 

with panic. 

“Yes. I have never walked in 

heels.” 

“Oh my…” She smiles. “Okay. Let’s fix that.” She goes back into the closet and gets me a different pair of shoes. They still have a bit of length to 

them but not as much as the 

first ones. 

I put them on and walk with them perfectly fine. Still 

giggling because of my 

mishap, we walk through the 

hall but suddenly, Poppy 

stops. 

She looks at me and smiles. 

Then she looks up at the wall 

where there is a painting. 

“You said that you didn’t 

know what your mother 

looked like. This is her.” 

I stare at the painting and suddenly, I feel emotional. 

She was so beautiful and I 

can’t deny the resemblance. 

She had long curly hair like mine but hers was a lighter 

brown and she had hazel 

eyes. 

Up until now, I didn’t know 

how much I needed this. 

“Thank you…Poppy.” 

She smiles and nods. “I’ll 

have someone bring a picture of her to your room 

so you can have it with you. Now let’s get going” 

Somehow, amidst 

everything that is 

happening, I feel just a bit of happiness. 

I enter the dining room with 

a small smile but it soon falls 

when it is filled with people that immediately look at me as I enter. Poppy leads me to 

a chair next to Warrick. As I 

slide next to the man, I scan 

the room looking for Colt 

 

and the moment I see him, I 

immediately relax. He stands among the crowd of people 

at the table. 

“My…daughter.” Warrick’s 

voice is a bit broken as he 

talks to me. I stare up at him 

to see him eying me with 

what seems to me is just a bit 

of sad emotions. 

“You look just like your mother…” He whispers low 

enough for me to be the only one who hears him. 

He looks down for a second, 

reaching for his composure, 

and then suddenly that 

sadness he has is gone as if it 

never was there. He gets up 

and everyone who is seated 

gets up as well. 

Warrick looks at my dress. 

“You look incredible. Indeed 

you are your mother’s daughter.” His words feel almost rehersed, as if it was something generic he would tell anyone. As if the man 

who looked at me with so 

many emotions running through him just a few seconds ago when I first 

seated was never real. 

His eyes avert back to the 

small crowd of people who 

stand around the table. 

“This…is my daughter, 

Casseopea. My eldest child. Dahlia’s daughter. 

Unbeknown to me, she survived and all these years, she was under the enemy’s 

nose.” He looks at me. “She 

will be succeding me. She is a true Alpha.” 

I almost gasped thinking 

about this now. I hadn’t 

realized this but if he is 

really my father—which I 

am starting to believe he is— I am of Alpha blood. I…am 

an Alpha! 

When it comes to female 

Alphas, there is very little 

difference from them to 

Betas, Gammas, or Omegas 

other than the blood that 

flows through their veins. However, I was always taller in my wolf form but I never gave it much thought. 

Warrick speaks to me. “Casseopea, these are my brides. Lotus and Jasmin. Poppy, you already know.” 

I immediately noticed Skye and I was right, she is Jasmin now. She looks a bit 

different. Her blond hair is 

now long and she dresses very luxuriously. 

I am sure she recognizes me 

but I am not sure what she is 

thinking. Her blue eyes show an expression of confusion 

and fear. Maybe she thinks 

that I will recognize her and 

tell Warrick who she is. But I 

would never do that because that would give Colt away. 

Lotus is a bit older. Seems 

she would be my mother’s 

age. She has thin brown hair and green eyes. She looks at 

me with a sweet smile. 

“The last time I saw you, you 

were a tiny little thing.” She 

says. 

I give her a small smile. 

“And these are my seven generals,” Warrick says. “You 

already met Alexis, Beck, and your brother Victor. Part of my generals are also your other brother, Garret.” 

He waves to a man with light 

brown hair almost blond in a 

short but wavy style. He has 

dark eyes and is very 

handsome. Victor is too but 

Garret seems less 

intimidating though he does 

not look very happy right 

now. 

“You also already met Serge. He is also one of my generals.” 

I look at Serge who gives me 

a nod. The man seems to be 

so quiet all the time. 

“And these are the rest of my generals, Rodrick, and then Archie who is also my Beta.” 

The two men give me a nod. 

Rodrick is much older with 

white hair and a scar across 

his face. 

I have to admit that even 

though they have smiles on 

their faces, they do not look 

happy at all. 

“Now tell me, how is it that 

you came to be in the 

enemy’s pack and how did you survive all these years?” Warrick asks now sitting 

back on his chair. 

Everyone else does the same 

and so do I. 

I push through and find the 

courage to use my voice. 

“Well…I was told I was found 

near the river that travels 

through the pack. 

Mother…was dead. A couple 

found me first and they 

immediately took me in and 

raised me as their own. No 

one knew who I was…neither 

did I.” 

He nods with his eyes closed. 

Then he opens them and 

looks at Colt. 

“And tell me, Alexis, how is it 

that you came across her and 

what made you believe she 

was my daughter.” 

“Well, I was taken prisoner 

and so was she.” 

Alpha Warrick looks 

confused. 

“I punched the Alpha’s 

daughter and I was taken to the dungeon as punishment.” I quickly say. 

Suddenly, Warrick starts laughing. “You display so many characteristics of your mother and you don’t even know it. She was a feisty 

one.” 

Somehow, at this moment, 

he doesn’t seem so scary. Maybe it is because he is in a good mood. 

Colt continues. “In the cells, 

she was attacked by a man. 

That is when she displayed her power. I immediately 

knew she must be your 

daughter.” 

I am staring at Colt with my eyes wide. 

So it was me. I did kill him. I 

killed Niles. But how? Was it just by thinking about it? 

“I told her who she was and 

she helped me escape. That is how we made our way back to you.” Colt finishes. 

“My boy, you will be greatly 

rewarded for this. You will 

have the top seat on my table 

from now on next to the 

Beta. Beck, move.” 

“You honor me, Alpha.” Colt 

gets up and gives him a bow. 

Beck on the other hand 

looks pissed. He gets up and 

as he walks past Colt, he hits 

him on his shoulder with his 

own shoulder. 

“You won’t be there for too 

long,” Beck says. 

Colt ignores him and 

Warrick doesn’t seem to 

care. 

Now Colt is much closer. 

Skye does not look at him and Colt doesn’t even glance 

at her either. It is strange for 

me to see them like this 

when all I remember was 

them together. 

But his presence makes me 

feel at ease. Isn’t this how 

mates are supposed to feel with each other? I feel more 

of a connection with Colt 

than I ever did with Ezra. 

Ezra…I have not felt any pain at all. Has he gone celibate? I want to laugh at my own stupid joke but I hold it in. 

I was afraid of what was 

going to happen at this 

dinner but the evening went 

well. A bit too well if I am 

honest. Warrick and most of 

his men drank too much. 

Poppy takes me back to my room when they start getting riled up. 

“Is that how he always is?” I ask Poppy as she helps me 

undress. 

“No. I have to admit, he was 

in a very good mood today. 

It is rare to see him like that.” 

“Do you not fear him?” 

“Sometimes. When he gets angry and violent, me and the other brides just leave 

him be. He doesn’t mistreat 

us as long as we are loyal to 

him. When it comes to 

matters of the pack, now that is a different story. To me, it always seems like he believes 

that he has to rule with an iron fist. He prefers for 

people to fear him.” 

“That’s sad,” I mutter. 

“Now, have a good rest. I’ll 

see you tomorrow.” She says 

and leaves. 

I go to the drawers where I start to look for something to 

wear and I find a drawer 

filled with sleepwear. I put 

on a pajama that is like a big 

shirt. It is soft and 

comfortable. 

When I turn, I almost lose 

my shit. The shadow of a 

man stands in front of me 

but I quickly notice that it is Colt so I stop myself from doing a karate chop on his 

ass. Not that I know how to 

do one but whatever I did 

would still hurt. 

“How did you get in? You 

scared me!” 

He smiles and takes me in a 

hug. “I came through the 

balcony. But don’t leave your door unlocked again.” 

“Why? Because handsome 

men will start poring in?” 

He chuckles. “Yes. Exactly 

that.” 

I close my eyes feeling his tight embrace. 

“I was so scared, Colt,” I whisper. 

“I know. I am sorry we ended up in this situation. This is 

not how it was supposed to 

be.” 

I back up and look up at him. “Is he really my father, 

then?” 

Colt nods. “I believe he is.” 

“And this power?” 

He backs away and sits on 

the bed. “You are familiar 

with Alpha command?” 

I nod. “Yes, but this is not 

that.” 

“No. It is similar but stronger. 

You come from an old line of 

werewolf family. They were 

thought of as royals a long time ago because of their 

power. There were three families with this power. The Solveig, the Gunnvald and 

your family, the Chevalier. 

However, not everyone in the family gets this power. Only those who are born with the will of a true Alpha inherit this power. None of your brothers have it.” 

“And…what is this power?” 

“Similar to Alpha command, you can control someone’s mind. As you know, some Alphas of packs have Alpha 

command. This is when they are able to give a command to their pack members. Now, 

a pack member can fight the 

command but it hurts them 

to do so however it is 

possible to disobey. You’re 

power however cannot be disobeyed. Your power…can command the soul, the b*dy 

itself to do anything and this 

is anyone, not just your pack.” 

“So…if I command someone 

to die…their heart will stop 

beating…” 

He closes his eyes and nods. 

“So I did kill him.” 

He nods again but this time he gets up and holds me. 

I look up at him. “I didn’t 

want to kill him. Not really.” 

“Don’t feel sorry for that. He 

deserved it.” 

“You should run. Go back to 

your pack,” I tell him. 

“What?” 

“Warrick is never going to let me go now that he knows I 

exist. I am sure of this. But 

you shouldn’t have to be 

here because of me.” 

“I won’t leave you.” 

“Why? You owe me nothing.” 

“Maybe I am in love with 

you. I don’t have to owe you 

anything if I am in love.” 

 

I squint my eyes. “In love? 

Really?” I ask with an 

obvious doubting 

expression. 

“But…what if I did love you?” 

He asks sounding serious. 

“How can you love me when we don’t really know each other? I would accept it if we were actually mates. The 

mate bond would make us 

fall in love with each other 

after such a short time 

together but-” 

He interrupts, “Do you not feel safe with me? Do you 

not look for me whenever 

you are out? Do you not think of me whenever you 

are alone, unable to rid me out of your mind?” 

I do feel all of that. Is this 

what love is? 

“I have never felt love before, so I guess I wouldn’t know 

what it looks or feels like,” I 

tell him. 

“Then maybe, this is what it looks like,” he whispers.