Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 

Colt’s POV. 

I watch her sleep. It is bliss to me to see her resting. But it is hard for me to sleep. 

I carefully get up and head to 

the small kitchen she has in 

her room. 

I would love to have a drink 

right now but she has 

nothing strong enough here. 

Just juices and water. 

Before I can grab anything, a 

soft knock comes from the 

door. 

I open the door and see Julia. 

She stares at me with 

surprise. 

“So you ARE staying here.” 

She says. 

“Yes. I am. What do you 

want?” I walk out closing the 

door behind me. 

“I…I wanted to know how 

you were. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen you. I heard everything from my father but…I…” She pauses and 

seems to have difficulty 

continuing. 

“What is it, Julia?” 

“Do you love her?!” 

“Yes.” I quickly say, knowing she is talking about Cass. 

“But I love you! We were 

friends and shared a bond.” 

Her eyes water. 

“We are friends but that is 

all.” 

“No. I won’t…I can’t accept 

that.” 

I think I have to make this 

very clear to her. 

“Julia, I don’t just love Cass, I adore her. She will be my mate-” To this, she gasps and 

her eyes land on my neck. 

“No!” She says and sprints away, crying. 

I’m sorry, Julia. I really am but I never gave her any indication that I had feelings for her and I surely never led her on. I was always direct and turned down any 

advances. 

With a sigh, I go back to the 

room and lie next to Cass, 

wrapping my arms around 

her. 

Cass’s POV- 

“I told you I wouldn’t let 

you 

be happy.” Ezra’s voice echoes in my head. 

My heavy eyes slowly open to see his infuriating 

features. 

I really hate that this man looks like the man I love, 

Colt. But they are brothers so it can’t really be helped. 

Focusing my eyes, I sit up. It 

is a white room, almost glowing because of how 

bright it is. There are no 

windows or doors that I can 

see. I lie on a velvety blue 

chaise lounge chair. Clearly, 

I am not home. 

Ezra, to my displeasure, sits on a leather brown armchair 

with studs on the edges of the seams. He has a leg 

hoisted on his knee and sits 

back looking relaxed with a huge smile on his face. 

Our chairs–besides us–are 

the only thing that stands 

out in contrast to the bright 

white room. 

“What is this?” 

“Do you like it?” He waves a 

hand to the room. “No 

distractions, just us two 

getting right to the point.” 

I sigh. “A dream.” I mutter. 

“Great! Now I get to dream 

about you…this must be a nightmare then.” 

“Well if that’s how you see it…” He still has a stupid 

horrible smile on his face 

that really pisses me off. 

“This feels almost real.” 

He shrugs. “Maybe it is.” 

I slowly shake my head. “No. It’s a dream. Great, now you haunt me even in my 

dreams.” 

He grins from ear to ear. “I will haunt you until you 

breathe your last breath.” 

“No. Until you breathe yours.” I correct him. 

His smile falls. He looks to 

the side as if he hears an 

inaudible noise. 

“Time to go. 

וו 

He winks at me with his 

stupid smile, relaxing deeper 

into the chair. 

“By the way, I cut right through your sister’s neck 

and she was still alive, can 

you imagine how much she screamed?” 

Before I can connect my fist 

to his face, I wake up in my 

room next to Colt. 

sigh and think of my father. 

It is his fault that I had that 

dream. His exact words 

when he taunted me were what Ezra repeated just now. 

I am tired as if I hadn’t slept at all. I want nothing more 

than to stay under the covers 

but to my dismay, the light seeping through the window is bright. Then suddenly I remember that James is 

here. 

I immediately sit up. Colt is 

still fast asleep and I leave 

him that way as I make my 

way out of the room still in pajamas. 

I stand in front of the room 

that was given to James now rethinking this. There is a guard next to the door, watching me. 

“Is he…awake?” I ask him. 

“I do not know, Alpha.” I am suddenly taken aback when he calls me Alpha. It is 

strange to hear and I am not 

sure I’ll be getting used to 

that any time soon. 

I stare at the door again. 

Is this too early? He might still be asleep. 

As I think this, I hear 

movement inside. Just a bit of shuffling. I put an ear to the door. And again I hear 

soft noises. 

Taking a deep breath, I decide to softly knock. 

Again there is movement but 

I hear no attempt to open the door. I wrap my fingers around the metal door nob 

and turn it. Taking a peak, I 

see that the room is still a bit 

dark because the early sun 

does not hit this part of the 

house at this hour but I can 

make out the silhouette of a 

man sitting on a chair. James stares out the opened 

window and the noise I hear 

before is the flailing of the curtains caressing everything 

they could touch as the wind 

blows on them. 

“James…” I say softly. 

His eyes are cast down as he 

stares down into the forest. 

He doesn’t turn to me. I walk 

up to him and kneel in front 

of him. 

“James…” I say softly but he does not respond. 

“James…” I say again and yet 

again, nothing. 

His eyes are filled with 

sorrow. It breaks my heart to realize that he is probably 

not going to survive this 

heartbreak. He looks like he 

is in shock but once that 

shock breaks, he will come 

undone. He…has been 

scarred deeply. Not all scars 

are visible. Some run so 

deep that they bear no 

marking save for that of the 

broken soul. And James’s 

soul has definitely been 

broken. 

“My dear brother…I am so sorry…” My voice breaks and 

my eyes water. It is so hard to see him like this. 

I get up and softly hug him 

before I leave. 

Walking back to my room, I feel so deflated and sad. 

Then I notice the quiet and empty hallway and I realize 

that I have never been alone 

here. There has always been someone with me; Serge, 

Colt, or Victor. I was never 

allowed to go on my own. I 

don’t like that I have been 

conditioned to feel unsafe 

when I am alone and that is 

how I feel right now, unsafe. 

I turn the corner to get to my room and I immediately stop when I see a blazing Bryn standing in front of my bedroom door. She sees me and immediately runs up to me with her hands flailing around pointing to her 

mouth. She moves her l*ps as if she is talking but no sound 

comes out. 

I bite my l*p holding in my laugh as I examine her face, 

and the dark circles under 

her eyes. 

To my surprise, she suddenly puts her hands together in a prayer and I can tell that her l*ps are 

trying to say the word, please. 

I lift an eyebrow feeling a bit 

triumphant. 

“Okay, okay…I’ll undo it just this once…” As I say this, I realize that I am not sure I 

can. “Uhm…or…I’ll try 

anyway.” 

Her eyes widen and I 

nervously laugh. 

“Okay…hum…stare into my 

eyes.” 

Looking stressed, she does as 

I say. 

I concentrate, staring into her green eyes that remind me of Colt’s own eyes. I 

inhale deep and when I 

exhale, I speak my words. “You may speak again.” 

I give her a smile. “Try it.” 

Bryn blinks a few times and then opens her mouth. 

Nothing. 

“Oops…” I mutter. “Well, 

you’re screwed. I don’t have full control of my powers yet so until then…” I give her another nervous laugh. 

Her eyes widen with rage 

and as I try to rush inside my 

room, she jumps on my 

back. 

“Stop!” I shout. 

She pulls my hair as I try to get her off of me. I twirl around hitting everything that gets in my way since can barely see anyways at 

this point. 

“What the hell!” I hear Colt 

say. 

I hurl myself to the bed thinking that if I roll, I’ll get her off but the bitch stays 

latched on to me and doesn’t 

let me roll. 

Bryn is taken off of me by 

Colt who holds her from the 

back of her shirt as if she was 

a puppy. 

“She attacked me,” I say 

getting up. 

Colt puts her on the floor 

where she pints to her 

mouth and stomps the 

ground with one foot over 

and over. 

“Look! I am sorry! I can’t undo it right now!” I say. “I did it by accident and I can’t control this power yet.” 

Colt sighs. “Sorry, Bryn, but 

it’s true. She can’t control it 

completely yet.” 

Her face scrunches in anger 

and to be honest, she looks 

cute when not a single word is coming out of her to ruin the doll image she has going on for her. Her hands raise 

in fists and she starts shaking 

them in anger, almost as if she was angrily cursing at me. Giving a huff, she turns around giving me one last 

angry look, and stomps out 

of the room. 

I look at Colt. “I tried, I really 

did.” 

“Cass, you really need to learn to control your power. It’s going to get you in trouble especially when you can’t control your emotions.” 

“I can control my emotions!” 

One of his eyebrows lifts up. 

“Well…maybe not the 

emotion called…anger.” 

“Exactly.” 

I suspire. “Okay yeah. I get it. But you know I am trying.” 

“I know. I know you are.” He 

sits next to me. 

“I don’t understand why can’t 

I learn control. I can tell that 

Warrick is also frustrated by this so that probably means 

that he didn’t have this much 

trouble learning to control this power. So why do I?”