Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 

This has to be her. This has 

to be the witch. 

She is quick, touching Ezra on the arm and disappearing with him. The whole room disappears and my eyes open. I sit up with a startle. 

“Cass!” Colt shouts. 

“I got him! I got him, Colt!” 

“You killed him!?” 

“No. He is not dead but I hurt 

him badly and I saw her. I 

saw the witch.” 

Colt immediately hands me 

the potion. “Take this now.” 

Without arguing, I 

immediately drink the 

potion. It is bitter and I feel 

like I want to throw up. 

Once it is done, I feel 

nothing happening but it’s 

not like I felt the connection 

that was still there before 

anyway. The amulet worked exactly how Honora told me 

it would, so I am sure the 

potion does too. 

I look at Colt unsure of what 

to do next. “Now what?” 

“Now…” He pauses, thinking 

for a few seconds. “Now we 

rest and wait till tomorrow to 

see if there is any news?” 

I nod. “I am really tired.” 

“Let’s rest. You need it.” 

We lie down but deep inside 

I am scared. Scared that the 

potion did not work and that 

Ezra and this witch will 

come after me again in my sleep. 

Colt can see my hesitation. 

He moves the hair from my 

face and caresses my ch*ek. 

“If there is anything amiss, I 

will wake you up.” 

“Okay.” I whisper. 

I close my eyes and relax 

while he caresses me. I wake 

up in the morning feeling 

rested and happy that nothing happened. After 

telling everyone what happened, we waited for news and I resumed my daily training with Victor and my father. Two days pass and to my displeasure, 

we receive news that Ezra is still alive but apparently badly wounded. Witchcraft 

is truly scary. Even my 

tongue still hurts but it is 

healing. 

Ready to take my lunch break after so much training, I head to the dining room. 

“I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you much lately.” 

Oliver’s voice carries from 

behind me. 

I stop in my tracks and force a smile on my face before I 

turn to him. 

“I apologize. I have been 

busy training.” 

“No need to apologize. You 

are a busy woman, nothing 

wrong with that. That being said, all work and no play can’t be good for you.” 

I force a small laugh. “Father is working me to the bone. Maybe I do need a bit of 

fun.” 

“Well then, would you have a private dinner with me this evening?” 

Every part of my being 

wants to say no but I force 

myself to nod. “Of course.” 

“Marvelous. I’m looking 

forward to some one–on–one 

time.” 

I smile and nod striding 

away and going inside. 

“Some…one–on–one time?” I 

have to abruptly stop when Colt stands in front of me. 

“You…heard that…” 

“Yes. I heard that.” 

“You know it’s nothing.” 

“To you it is nothing. To him…he has ideas, plans.” 

“If he does have plans, they will not come to fruition 

because I will not allow 

them.” 

I can see how tense he is and 

how much anger is coursing through him. 

“Serge, take a break.” I say 

without looking back. He 

knows exactly what that 

means. 

I pull Colt to the empty living room–next to 

us–and once the doors are 

closed, I latch on to him and 

k*ss him but he doesn’t relax 

just yet. Knowing that he needs just a bit more 

convincing, my hand drifts 

down and slides inside his 

pants. He immediately 

groans. 

“Mhg…” 

“It seems that you need 

something to help you 

relax.” 

“I do?” He acts dumb but 

looks very amused. 

“Yep. Let me help you with that.” Unzipping his pants, I 

kneel down and spring his 

manhood out. It is already 

hardening under the touch of my hand. 

He puts a hand on my hair looking down at me. 

“Mh…show me you are 

mine.” 

“With pleasure.” I say with a 

smile. 

I take my tongue out and slide it down from the tip to the shaft making him groan. Not once do I look away 

from his stare. 

I slider back up savoring that salty taste of his precum and then I pop the tip in my 

mouth. 

He hisses in pleasure. My hands go to work as well softly going up and down his rod while my mouth takes 

care of the the head, sucking and sliding my tongue 

 

around. It drives him crazy. 

I start bobbing my head back and forth, taking him all in. His grip on my hair tightens and I can feel his hips trying to thrust but I hold him in 

place. 

He hisses and softly pushes 

me away. 

“Bend over.” He says pulling 

me up. 

Within seconds he bends me over the back of a sofa, pulls my pants down, and rams himself inside me. 

I hold on to the sofa so that I 

don’t go over. I position 

myself in a way that I can tighten my core, clenching my insides and this causes Colt to start moaning louder 

and faster. 

“F***ck.” He whispers. 

“Mh…” 

It makes me smile knowing 

that I can make him feel this 

good. 

His thrusting speeds up. 

“Uh… I want to come.” 

Usually, he can go on for a long period of time but this 

time it hasn’t even been five 

minutes. 

“Do it.” I say. 

“Are you sure? You 

haven’t–Mh…” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure.” I moan. 

It feels good but I am 

nowhere near about to come 

and we can’t be too long. 

Someone might walk in. 

Picking up speed again, he holds my hips as he lunges 

inside of me. Within a few 

seconds, he shakes and gives a loud groan. 

As he separates, I turn to him with a smile. “Feeling 

 

better?” 

He closes his eyes, smiles, 

and shakes his head. “Such a 

bad girl. You were buying my happiness.” 

“And obviously it works. Men 

are such simple creatures.” 

His mouth opens. He looks flabbergasted and I laugh. 

“You tricked me.” 

“Oh please. Stop acting all 

innocent.” 

He laughs. 

After fixing our clothes, he grabs me in a hug and k*sses 

1. me. “That was really good by the way.” 

“Glad you liked it.” 

Men really are simple to 

please. He seems to have 

forgotten that he was upset 

at all. 

We head out going our 

separate ways and I 

immediately go to the bathroom to clean myself. After, I have lunch and 

continue my training. In the 

evening, after my training with Warrick, I get ready for 

my dinner with Alpha 

Oliver. He instructed me to 

meet him out in the garden. 

Before I can walk out, Colt 

enters my room. 

He sighs when he looks at 

1. me. 

I walk close to him and put my hand on his ch*ek. 

“Baby, I am doing this for Warrick. Please don’t worry. I am all yours.” 

“I know. I know this but…the 

thought of him…just looking at you, wanting you, craving for you…it pisses me off.” He 

says. 

“I know. Maybe…maybe I 

should just end it.” 

“No. Just get through tonight.” He says. He k*sses my head and leaves. 

Taking in a deep breath, I 

walk out and head down the 

hall deciding to go see James before I go to Oliver. 

I have passed by my mother’s painting many times but have always been too hectic to stop. The only time I was able to really get a 

good look at it was when 

Poppy showed it to me. So 

now, I stop. 

She looks so happy. It is a genuine smile, that much I 

can tell. I don’t know why she really left but I feel like she was happy here still. Giving the painting a smile, I go on my way to James’s 

room where I find him now 

watching a bit of TV. I am glad he is doing something more than just staring out of 

the window. 

He tells me that he just wants 

to distract himself which I 

fully encourage. 

I leave him with a hug and head down to the garden. 

There is a small table with 

dinner being served for two. I smile at Oliver as he lays 

eyes on me. 

“Evening, you are looking 

radiant.” 

I honestly barely tried but I did put on a dress. I have nothing against him but it just feels wrong. It feels wrong to do this to Colt and it feels wrong to do this to 

Oliver. 

Removing those thoughts, I 

sit and smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“I saw a painting of your 

mother. You look just like 

her.” 

“Yes. I have been told many 

times and I agree.” 

“Mh, beauty runs in your family.” 

I really hate small talk. It is 

so awkward. 

“Do you have any family 

here?” I ask him 

“Sadly, no. Most of my relatives are gone and the 

rest live across the sea.” 

“So you are all alone 

here—not counting your 

pack–that’s…sad.” 

He smiles. “Don’t feel bad for 

1. me. To me, my pack is my family.” 

He is really a sweet man but is he really a good guy? I can easily believe that he is but still…something inside nags at me. His presence screams trustworthy but I am not 

sure I can really trust him. 

We continue our small talk 

while we start to eat but I can 

tell that he has something on 

his mind and without 

thinking it too much, he 

asks. 

May I…inquire into