Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 

“What are you doing?!” I ask 

Ezra. 

Again I am in the white 

room and again can’t move. 

He traces a hand down my 

cheeks, neck, and shoulders, then takes my arm and gets close. He starts caressing my skin with his lips as his eyes 

stare into mine. I am sure 

this “Dream Ezra” is trying to 

get a reaction out of me. 

“How does this feel? I can see 

your skin likes it.” He says. 

I roll my eyes. “It is all in my 

head. You are not real.” 

“How sure are you about 

that?” 

“Very. My mind is just 

conflicted.” 

“How so?” 

“I hate you for what you 

did 

and I want to kill you so 

much but…” 

“But?” 

“I am not so sure I am 

capable of such violence. As 

much as I want to rip you 

apart…will I be able to if you 

were really in front of me?” 

“Well…I AM right in front of 

you.” 

“No, you are not.” 

He smiles. “Let’s test it then. 

He lifts the palm of my hand up towards him with one 

hand and then holds his 

other hand up where a pin needle appears out of thin 

air. 

“Guess that is proof enough.” 

I say. 

“Is it?” He asks. 

“Yeah, things don’t appear 

from nowhere in the real 

world. This is a dream.” 

“You are correct…” He says as he gets the pin needle close to my finger. “This is a 

dream realm…” The needle 

touches the tip of my finger and I can feel the pain of the 

prick. “…but we are very real.” 

He says. 

I suddenly wake up and immediately hold my hand up, feeling just a bit of pain. My brows come together in confusion as I inspect the skin on my finger. To my 

surprise, there is a tiny dot of 

blood. 

“No…am I going crazy? 

How?… This…this can’t be 

real.” 

I look at my finger again. The tiny little prick is pink and it’s not healing. 

I suddenly feel fear. I look around my room which is lit by the small lamp on my night table I left on before I fell asleep. The light is dim, just enough to light my bed area but the rest of the room 

is dark and covered with 

shadows. 

I don’t think I can do this. I 

don’t want to sleep without Colt anymore. 

I sit up on the side of the bed ready to head out and find 

Colt in his room but as I rise 

to my feet, a shadow from 

the corner of the room 

moves. At first, I believed that my eyes were playing 

tricks on me when I saw the 

silhouette of a man but the 

moment it lunged at me, I knew it was not in my head. 

My b*dy reacts on its own and I immediately slide 

back, hitting the bed and 

rolling back over it but 

through all this, I can see a man now clearly. An 

unknown man and as I roll 

through the bed, he stabs the bed with a knife trying to get to me. I hit the ground on 

the other side of the bed and 

also hit the table, knocking the lamp down. 

“SERGE!” I scream. 

The man jumps over the bed swinging his knife left to right over and over while I keep clumsily backing up 

and stumbling on the floor. 

“Stop!” I scream at the man 

 

as I try to look into his eyes, 

trying to use my power on 

him but it is too dark and I 

am too frantic. 

My hands touch the cold steel of the lamp and I immediately grab it and swing it at the man, hitting him on the head. It staggers him and gives me enough moment to run past him 

towards the open door 

where Serge is already 

dashing in and taking the 

assassin down. 

The man screams and I can 

hear a bone break when 

Serge holds the man’s arm 

back while his other hand 

holds the assassin’s head down on the ground. 

Footsteps echo through the hall as guards flood into my room. Serge immediately 

hands the intruder to the 

guards and quickly comes to tend to me. 

“Are you hurt!?” He asks with 

urgency. 

I shake my head. “No-” 

“You are!” He declares. 

“What?” He wipes my face 

and I see blood stain his 

hand. 

I touch my cheek where I 

have a cut. 

“Oh!” 

He takes one of the bed 

sheets and rips it, then holds the makeshift rag against my 

cheek. 

I take it from him and then 

he starts to look around the 

room. He zones in on the 

balcony door. It is open. 

I bite my lip cursing inwardly because, despite 

Colt’s constant warnings to lock it at night, I left it 

unlocked. 

While Serge inspects the door, Colt suddenly runs in 

and takes me in his arms. 

When his b*dy encases me, I stop shaking and I hadn’t 

even noticed that I was 

shaking until now. 

“Are you okay!? Let me see.‘ 

“I’m…I’m okay…” 

A few minutes later, we are gathered in Warrick’s office. Colt was also attacked and I 

am sure that the same plan was meant for Warrick but 

he was having a meeting 

with a few of his men so the 

assassin was not lucky 

enough to get close. 

“Explain yourself!” Warrick shouts at Serge. “How did he get so close to her?! Why the hell do I even have you watching her?!” 

“I–I sensed nothing, Alpha.” 

I nod. “He is right. There was 

no scent or at least I can’t 

remember of one.” 

The man really smelled like nothing which is strange 

because everything has a 

scent. 

Colt nods too. “The only 

reason I noticed the assassin 

that came for me was 

because I was already awake. 

I couldn’t sleep. 

Otherwise…he probably could have gotten me.” 

“Same with me. I don’t think 

Serge has any fault here. 

How did these assassins even 

get inside the pack and walk 

through the house without being noticed?” I ask. 

Warrick looks at Beck and 

Garret who took the 

assassins to the dungeons and inspected them. 

They both nod. “These men 

were covered in an oily 

substance that had no smell 

at all.” Garret says. 

Beck crosses his arms and 

also nods. “I can only assume 

that it is what was blocking 

their scent.” 

I stare at Warrick. “Can we 

take this assassin threat a bit 

more seriously now?” 

Warrick looks at Garret 

without responding. “Get 

everything you can from 

them and then end them.” 

I hear Colt take in a deep 

breath before he speaks. 

“These are not real assassins. 

They are men from my 

pack. I recognize them.” 

Warrick stares at him waiting 

for more information but 

none comes. 

“And this matters to me 

why?” Warrick asks. 

Colt clarifies. “My point 

is…they are being ordered to 

do this but the one that 

attacked me hesitated. 

could see that he didn’t want 

to do it.” 

“And again, why does that 

matter to me? They still attempted it.” Warrick says. 

“It matters to me because 

these are my men. Ordered to do something by their supposed Alpha. It is not 

their fault. These men have 

families.” 

“That is all irrelevant to me 

and you…” Warrick looks at 

1. me. “You need to train more. 

That should not have 

happend.” He points to my cheek where there is only a smudge of blood now since 

the wound is almost now 

closed. 

I agree with him, I know he is right. Panic is my number one enemy. I need to train more in both my fighting 

and my power. I need to 

learn to react instead of 

panicking. 

“Starting tomorrow you will be training with Victor 

nonstop.” 

“What about training my 

power?” 

“That can wait. You are 

having far more trouble than 

you should with it so let’s focus on learning how to 

defend yourself for now. We 

can do a bit of training on the weekends for your power but you need to learn the 

basics first and that is 

learning how to fight and how to react to danger.” 

I nod and don’t argue. 

As Warrick continues to 

speak, I slowly creep next to Colt who has been standing a bit further away from me 

because Oliver is in the 

room. 

“I am not sleeping by myself tonight.” I whisper to him. “I can’t. I need you.” 

His beautiful green eyes always give me butterflies 

when he stares at me with 

that intense gaze. “I wasn’t planning on leaving you alone.” He says. He doesn’t 

smile. Lately, I have noticed that he is bothered by something but he won’t speak of it. I can only assume 

it is because of all this 

situation but I am not sure. 

When we finally head back 

to our rooms, I make sure to 

follow Colt to his but still 

being discreet. I also tell 

Serge that I can’t have him 

waiting outside of Colt’s 

room cause it would be too 

obvious. 

The moment we lie on the 

bed, Colt wraps me in his arms. We don’t speak a single word. I take his presence in 

and that is all I need to make 

me drift into deep slumber. 

When those glowing white walls meet my sight, that is 

when I realize how screwed I 

1. am. With what had 

happened, I forgot about Ezra and this place. 

“No…no!” 

Ezra smiles. “Seems you’ve 

finally figured it out.” 

“This is real!” 

He now has a grin. “Yes, my sweet Casseopea. Judging by the fact that you are here 

now, my men must have failed. And to be honest, I 

am actually quite glad. I 

realized how much I want to 

savor you first.” 

“Let me go! Ezra! Let me go!” 

He takes out a knife and presses the tip of it against my neck. Slowly, he slides it down my collarbone. 

“You have no power here.” 

He says. “Those pretty eyes of yours won’t work here. 

Only pain and pleasure 

thrive in this place and right 

now…I think I’ll choose 

pleasure.” His eyes slide down my b*dy and then 

with a flick of his hand, the knife cuts the slim strap of my tanktop. 

As much as I try to move, I can’t. My b*dy is paralyzed. 

All I can move are my mouth and eyes. 

His eyes suddenly darken 

and a fire burns in them. He 

throws the knife across the 

room and then putting a knee in between my legs, he 

lies over me. 

I hate that his eyes remind me of Colt. I hate that they 

have the same color. 

“How are you doing this? 

How is this really 

happening?” 

“With…” His voice is 

breathless and as he says this 

he stares at my lips. “…the help of a friend.” 

His lips touch mine. I can 

feel it all as if we were really together. 

His hand slides up my b*dy 

and then he presses them against my breasts. 

I unwillingly moan and I hate it. I feel disgusted. 

He deepens the k*ss and I 

know that all I can do to 

defend myself is to bite him 

but before I can, he ends the 

k*ss. 

Leaning a bit back, he slides his hands down and starts to 

undo my pants. 

Pain and pleasure. That’s 

what he said. He said that 

pain and pleasure are what 

thrive here. And I know! I 

know why he said he didn’t 

want to use pain now. 

Because…that is my way out. 

When he pricked me with 

that needle before, I immediately woke up. 

“You know what it’s sad?” I 

ask and it gets his attention 

but he doesn’t stop messing with my clothes. 

“I am sure you are about to 

tell me.” 

“I was yours once. You had 

me and I could have loved 

you…so much.” 

I know this affects him 

because he stops. He stares at me and stops what he is 

doing. 

“I would have willingly given myself to you if you would have just…given me a chance all those years ago. But look 

at us now…look at what you 

have resorted to.” 

His facial muscles harden 

and his jaw clenches. 

“You…you should have been mine!” He grabs my shirt with both hands and rips it. 

“That will never happen!” I 

shout and then do the only thing I can think of. I bite 

my tongue as hard as I can. 

I lift up from the bed, screaming with the taste of blood in my mouth.