Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 

Ezra starts wheezing. He is 

unable to breathe because of 

the pressure of Colt’s hand. 

You can see the veins 

popping from Colt’s arm showing how much force he is using on Ezra. Colt 

suddenly lifts Ezra up by the 

scruff. 

This is no small feet. Ezra is 

an Alpha male wolf. All 

Alpha male wolves are big, unlike female Alphas who 

are normal size for 

werewolves. 

Colt swings Ezra and throws him. Ezra crashes through a set of doors, breaking them. 

But as soon as Ezra falls to the ground, he gets right back up and lunges at Colt. Colt lifts his leg up and kicks 

Ezra right on the chest as Ezra jumps in mid–air 

towards him. It is with such 

force that Ezra whines the 

moment he hits the ground and though he tries to get up, he chooses not to. 

“Stay down!” Colt shouts. 

Ezra does just that. I am sure 

he is hurt but he obeys more 

because of the commanding 

and seriousness in Colt’s 

tone. 

Colt looks at me with frantic 

eyes. “Are you okay?!” 

Feeling exhausted, all I can 

do is stare at him as I take in 

deep breaths still in my wolf 

form. 

He picks me up and carries me up the stairs with ease. 

He takes me to his room and 

then his bathroom. He then 

puts me inside the bathtub 

and turns on the warm 

water. 

“Shift, baby girl.” He says in a 

soothing tone. 

I do as he says. 

I whine feeling the pain of my wounds shift from place as my b*dy returns to 

human form. The moment I 

have my voice back, I cry. The wounds are deep and really hurt but I will live. It is clear that Ezra was not trying to kill me though he could have even if it was by 

accident. 

“You are staying with me from now on.” He says as he 

starts to clean my b*dy with 

 

a small towel. 

I am not even going to argue about it. Colt was right. I 

think it’s the best. Seeing 

Ezra like this scared me. 

After he bathes me, he wraps 

me up in a towel and then 

sits me on the bed where he 

patches my wounds with 

gauze and tape. By 

tomorrow it should be much 

better. 

When he is done, he lays me 

on the bed and covers me 

with the bed sheets. Then he 

lies behind me and hugs me. 

“Is the door locked?” I ask 

him. 

I am scared that Ezra is 

going to bust in through. 

“Yes,” Colt says. 

That makes me feel a bit 

better though it shouldn’t. 

It’s not like a locked door is going to stop a werewolf 

from breaking it down. 

“Don’t worry, I am here. And 

in three days, you won’t have to worry about any of it.” 

“Why is that?” 

“In three days I leave for the 

city. I have business there for a few days and you are 

coming with me.” 

“What? The city?” 

“Yeah. That’s why I was 

talking to my dad. I knew I couldn’t just leave you here with Ezra on the prowl. So I am taking you with me.” 

“I…I’ve never been to the 

city.” 

“Never?” He asks. 

I shake my head. 

“I rarely ever go out of the pack. James went to the small 

town once nearby and took me and Lauren with him but that was years ago.” 

“I guess that you are doing something new with me.” As he says this, he cuddles into 

1. me. I have to admit, it is odd 

to see him like this. Sweet 

and loving. First is that no 

one has ever treated me like 

this and second is that since 

he has been back, all I have 

seen is what everyone else 

sees in Colt. A stoic man who 

does not show much 

emotion. But when we are 

like this, alone together, he is 

so different. I love seeing this 

side of him and I love that 

am the only one who sees 

this side of him. 

I turn around and face him. I 

see him getting close as if he is going to k*ss me but I put a 

hand on his chest and hold 

him back. 

“You…you really want to be with me?” I ask him. 

“Cass, that’s what I have been telling you all this time.” 

“I know but, look, this is hard 

for me to understand and 

accept. No one other than 

James and Lauren have ever 

been good to me. No one has ever really wanted me. This is how I grew up and so it is hard for me to accept this.” 

“I know. If you haven’t noticed, I try to be patient.” He says and smiles. “The truth of the matter is, I am 

not going to force you to be with me. I want you and I am going to show you how much. I am not giving up. But I am not going to force you. Cass, I am never going to hurt you in the way Ezra does or the way I have 

treated you before. I promise 

you.” 

“So…you are not playing games with me…” I say. 

He leans in pressing his head 

on my forehead. “No. Never.” 

He says. 

I nod. “Okay. Then, I will…try. I won’t push you 

away anymore.” 

His mouth curves into a big smile and he goes in for a 

k*ss but I put a finger across his l*p. 

“Starting in three days.‘ 

“What?” He laughs. “Why three days?” 

“Because we are leaving, 

right?” 

“Yes. Early morning in three days.” 

“If you k*ss me right now, I bet you Ezra is going to bust through those doors.” 

“Let him.” 

“No. As much as I dislike 

him, I am tired of the 

fighting, and if I am 

honest…I don’t want to hurt 

anyone even if he does 

deserve it.” 

“But you will in three days?” 

I am the one who laughs now. “Well, I won’t have to 

see what it does to him and 

at least he can’t get to me. It’s his own fault anyway. He 

wouldn’t have to feel it if he 

just accepted the rejection.” 

“Agree.” He says and hugs 

1. me. 

“So I have to endure it till 

Friday…” He says. 

“Hey, I did not say we were 

going to do anything 

anyway. Don’t get any ideas 

there either, Sir.” 

He laughs. “You–in only 

that towel–give me plenty of ideas. Some require you to have those legs of yours stretch over my shoulders.” 

F**k! Why does he say things like that?! 

I hide my face and smack his 

shoulder. That makes him 

laugh. 

When he says things like 

this, I imagine them in my 

head and it makes me… 

turned on. Werewolves have 

a keen sense of smell and they can smell that shit. 

“I should probably go home 

and pack,” I say trying to 

change the subject. 

“Now?!” 

“Well…I have never had to 

pack like this. I don’t have 

much but I don’t know what 

I’ll need. I need to make a 

list. 

He stares at me and I can see 

that he is about to laugh. 

“Okay fine! It’s probably my nervousness and anxiety 

kicking in. It can wait till tomorrow.” I admit. 

I know it is dumb. Here I am 

hurt and I am thinking of 

going home and packing. 

He chuckles. “It can wait. 

Stay here with me.” 

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “Mh…I do like it 

here right now.” 

“Then rest. Let me take care 

of you now.” 

I close my eyes for what I 

think is just a moment but 

when I open them again, it is 

dark. 

I lift my head up and see that Colt is lying next to me. 

“I fell asleep,” I mutter. 

Colt sirs. “Yeah…” He says with a groggy voice. He lifts his head up and looks at the 

clock on the end table. “It’s 

almost morning.” 

“It’s morning?” I look at the 

clock and see that it is five in 

the morning. 

Shit! I was knocked out. 

He squeezes me settling back on the pillow but we slept for so long that I am not tired 

anymore. 

I turn around finding a more comfortable position facing him. He opens his eyes and 

those beautiful green orbs 

stare at me. 

“I wish I could mark you right now.” He whispers. 

My eyes go round in a wide–eye stare. “You can’t.” 

“I know. I’m saying I wish I 

could.” 

That would fix the problem. I probably would let him but it won’t. Until Ezra rejects me or accepts my rejection, I can’t be anyone else’s mate. 

The mark he gives me would just be temporary and will 

just make Ezra even angrier. 

Maybe he’ll go mad with 

rage. 

This mate bond is such a 

complicated thing. 

He puts his l*ps on the top of 

my head, nuzzling my hair, 

and he k*sses. 

Then he gets up and starts 

taking his clothes off. 

“Whant to take a shower with 

me?” 

“Nope.” I quickly say as he 

dangles that sausage in my face. 

He chuckles and mutters. 

“Worth the try…” 

“Funny.” I say with sarcasm. 

When he turns around, I bite my l*ps unable to hide how 

much I find him attractive 

and how much I want him. 

The man is a peace of art 

even with all his scars. He is 

gorgeous. 

I feel lucky that this man 

wants me and it scares me 

because luck has never been 

on my side. Deep down, I know I deserve good things 

and someone like him but 

my stubborn brain 

sometimes tells me 

otherwise. 

I wrap myself back up in his sheets feeling lonely now that he is out of my sight but taking in his scent that was 

left. It makes me feel at 

peace but still lonely. My 

eyes open and I look up at the ceiling. Something 

inside of me snaps. 

“How stupid can you be?” I say to myself. “Hell yeah, I’m taking a shower with him!” 

I get up and walk inside the 

bathroom which now has 

steam blurring my vision. 

I quickly take my towel off–that I had slept in- and 

the gauze off from my wound. With speed, I open 

the door to the shower. 

Colt looks back at me with 

surprise. “You…changed your 

mind?” 

I nod and quickly get in before I change my mind again. 

“But you can’t touch me,” I tell him moving under the water and making him side–step me.