Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 

Colt moves away from my 

lips and stares down at me. 

“This is how I want you. Trapped under me so that I can pleasure you all night long in any way I like.” 

“Sounds perfect to me.” I whisper. 

I feel like I am under his 

control like this and I like it. 

I did like it when I had all the 

control, back when he was cuffed to the bed but I really 

love it when he is the one in 

charge much more. 

He leans down and k*sses 

me, drifting down to my n*ck where he lingers. I am 

much more aware of his 

touch now. Every time he k*sses me, my skin becomes hot and gives me shivers. My core and b*dy yearn for 

him. 

He lifts up and looks down to his crutch. He unzips his pants and lets his cock out, 

resting on top of my clothed 

core. 

Colt smiles as he strokes 

himself. “He’s happy to see 

you.” 

I laugh. “And I am happy to 

see him too. 

He smiles biting his bottom lip and starts to rub himself 

against me. 

My hand goes under his shirt and up his chest feeling 

his muscles. His hand starts 

to go inside my pants, then he reaches my core and starts rubbing. His touch 

now feels more intense. I 

close my eyes and get lost in the feeling. It was amazing 

before but now it feels so 

much more intense. I want 

him. I want him completely. 

“Colt…” I moan. 

“Mh?” 

“Please, take me already.” 

He smiles with pleasure. “Hearing you begging like 

this… it’s delicious.” 

He lifts my shirt up and places his lips on my breasts. 

He sucks and nibbles 

relentlessly while making 

me moan. 

Unfortunately to my 

frustration, we are suddenly 

interrupted. Someone 

knocks at the door and it 

irritates me beyond belief. 

“Ugh! Who is it?!” I shout. 

A muffled voice comes from 

behind the door. “Princess, 

the Alpha has requested you both.” 

“What why?!” 

We just came from seeing 

him. Why would he need us again? 

“I do not know. He has asked 

for you both and was very serious about it.” 

“Now?!” 

“Yes. Now. He wants you 

both downstairs.” 

Damn it! 

Colt looks at me and gives 

me one fast last k*ss before 

he gets up from me. 

“Uh! Just like that?” I ask him 

with narrowed eyes. 

He laughs. “Yeah. I am 

content with the fact that 

you want me so badly.” 

“This sucks.” I complain and 

roll my eyes. 

“We’ll have time later.” He 

says. 

I sigh. “So optimistic.” 

“Of course. I am just happy that we get to be together. 

You are now my mate.” 

That changes my mood and makes me smile. I get up, pat 

my clothes down and we 

head downstairs to Warrick’s 

office. 

When we get there all the generals are gathered around 

including my brothers. 

They all stare at three boxes on the desk. Two big ones and one small one. 

“My condolences, your 

father is dead.” That is the 

first thing that comes out of 

Warrick’s mouth. 

“What?!” Colt is confused. 

Warrick points to one of the 

boxes. “Step closer but be 

warned, it is gruesome and this was not my doing.” 

We both get close and see a severed head. Alpha Harrie’s 

head. Colt’s dad. 

I gasp and cover my mouth 

in disbelief. But then I 

immediately turn my 

attention to Colt. 

His expression turns to 

anguish. I pull him away from the box. His b*dy is 

tense and he shakes. He 

doesn’t move but he allows 

me to hold him. 

“What happened?” He asks. 

His voice breaks but he holds 

his tears. 

“Your brother happened. 

“My…Ezra?” 

What?! 

Warrick nods. 

Colt’s hands turn into 

shaking fists. I put my hands 

over his from behind and 

continue to hug him. 

I feel so horrible and I wish I 

could take this pain away 

from him. I can even feel a 

bit of it. 

“Now… that’s your father but who is this? It is not your 

mother because your 

brother speaks of her in this letter.” He dangles an opened 

letter in his hand. 

Oh no…is it his sister? 

“Ezra–or rather Alpha Ezra now- said that your mother 

lies in a bed on death’s door 

because of your 

father’s…untimely death. Not 

in such nice words of course. 

He boasts of how he did the 

killings. Your other brother was punished for interfering. I assume that is his eyes in 

there.” He points to the smaller box. Then his eyes 

fall to the second bigger 

box.“But who is that?” He 

points to it. I can only 

assume there is another head 

in there since it is just like the other big box. 

Colt takes a deep breath with 

his fist clenched and then 

takes a step closer to the 

other box. His eyes widen 

and then he looks at me with 

panic. 

“Who is it?” I ask. 

He shakes his head. “Don’t 

look!” He immediately gets in front of me trying to move me back but because of his reaction, the urge to look inside that box grows. I go around him and look inside. Immediately…my heart breaks in ways that I never thought it could. 

I put my hands on my mouth holding my scream but there was no point in that. The wale that comes 

 

from inside my chest is heard by everyone. I fall to my knees and my world spins. 

I feel his arms around me 

but not even the love of my life can quench this pain. 

Lauren, my dear sister, is dead. Her head, gifted to me in a box by the man who was 

meant to be my mate. I 

broke his ego…now he 

breaks my heart. 

“Who is it?” Warrick asks. 

All I can do is cry now as 

Colt holds me. 

“Her…sister.” Colt responds. 

“Sister? What do you mean?” 

“The people who took Cass in, they died when she was young and Lauren was the only family she had growing up. They were sisters and loved each other as so… she 

was also…pregnant.” 

Hearing this all makes me scream. I lose it. I can’t think. 

The pain inside of me takes 

over and all I do is scream. 

“Get the pack doctor.” I hear Warrick say. 

For the next few minutes, all 

you can hear is my wailing. I feel like I am drowning in 

sorrow. 

When the pack doctor 

arrives, everything goes 

numb and I am thrown into 

sleeping darkness. 

When I wake up again, I am in my room. It is the same as always but now it feels 

empty. 

I lay there staring at my ceiling trying to numb the pain inside of me. My chest feels like it has exploded. It feels so heavy as if I had a 

fifty–pound weight resting 

on my chest. 

Tears stream down the side 

of my eyes but I do not make 

a sound. 

I can feel Colt. I know he is 

near me. I can feel his 

presence. It comforts me but it is not enough. 

“You are awake.” He 

whispers. 

I tilt my head in his direction 

until he finally comes into 

view next to me. 

He puts a hand on my cheek, caressing while his forehead is pressed against mine and 

he looks down into my eyes. 

For a few seconds, we are 

silent just staring into each 

other. 

“It hurts, Colt. It hurts so 

much.” I whisper. 

“I know…I know.” He 

whispers back. 

“I don’t want to feel 

anymore. I hate it.” 

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I am so 

sorry.” 

“I am sorry too. You lost your 

father.” 

He closes his eyes and nods. 

I shut my eyes in anguish. 

“This is not fair. We just wanted to be happy.” 

“And we still deserve to be.” 

He says. 

“I know, but I am so angry, Colt. I am so f**king angry.” 

Now the anger replaces the 

sadness. But this is different. 

This is pure rage. I 

unwillingly start sobbing 

again but I try to hold it in 

taking sporadic deep 

breaths. 

He hugs me tighter but I softly push him away and get 

1. up. 

“Cass?” Colt calls after me but 

ignore him as I make my way out of the room. 

He follows trying to get my attention but he sees that he 

is not going to get it so he silently comes after me. 

Every inch that I get closer to Warrick’s office, I am more 

and more angry. I barge in 

while he is at what looks to 

be a meeting with everyone. The boxes are thankfully 

gone. 

I slam my hands on his desk. 

“I want him dead! I want his 

skin ripped off of his bones!” 

I shout. 

Pure rage comes out of me. 

Warrick stares at me. One of 

his eyebrows lifts and his eyes spark with amusement. “That is doable…if we can get 

our hands on him first. 

Luckily…he is declaring war on us. Demanding that we hand you and Colt over.” 

“He is a spoiled brat playing Alpha.” One of the generals 

says. 

“Underestimating this 

‘spoiled brat‘ could be a great 

error.” Garret crosses his 

arms deep in thought. “He is fueled by ego and he has 

shown that he can be 

unpredictable.”