Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 

There is the clanging of weapons and people walking about. It was a horrible night with people snoring. Two 

men in the other cells started 

arguing too, waking 

everyone up. And even if that wasn’t happening, I was not going to be able to sleep with the splitting headache 

that I still had and the damn 

smell of bodily fluids, blood, piss, and shit. 

The pain in my head has gone down just a bit but the 

side of my temples where the bolts dig into the skin are tender. At least it stopped 

bleeding but my dilemma is that the top bridge of my nose itches…and it is inside 

the mask. 

I grab a little stick I find on 

the floor and slide it in 

through the top where I scratch and sigh with relief. 

A girl from the cell next to us 

comes close to the bars. She 

leans on them with her arms 

through them and looks 

comfortable as if she has 

been here for a long time. I 

can only assume she is not a 

werewolf since the silver on 

the bars doesn’t seem to hurt 

her. She has blond platinum hair but the dark roots are 

already an inch long on the 

top of her head. Her hair is curly but looks crunchy, stiff, and dirty. Her light skin is 

covered in dark dust and I 

also can see some bruises. 

Her dark eyes examine me with curiosity. “What’s with 

the mask?” She asks. 

I shrug. “I don’t know.” 

I have no intention of telling 

anyone about who I am. 

“F**kers don’t know what 

else to do to make this shit 

show more interesting.” 

Kanda’s voice echoes. 

Behind me, opposite from the bars that face the arena, 

there is a stone wall with a door that leads to a very tiny pit latrine. It has a concrete 

slab with a hole in the 

middle of it where you sit and do your business. There 

is no door so it is opened for whoever walks by to see and 

those who are stuck in the 

same cell. That is where 

Kanda speaks from as she sits 

on it and pees. 

“Mh, looks stupid if I am 

honest. Wouldn’t want to be 

stuck with something like 

that on my face. Can’t even 

see your eyes? Can you see 

from that?” The blond girl 

says. 

“Yeah, I can even see your ugly toasted hair from here.” I reply. 

She smiles. “Touché.” She 

touches her hair. “Washing 

day is in four more days. So I 

have no choice.” 

“How long have you been 

here?” 

“Sheril has been here even 

since before I arrived.” Kanda 

says walking out of the 

latrine room. 

“You’ve fought?” I ask Sheril. 

“Yep.” She responds. 

“You are human.” 

“Yep.” 

“Have you been against other 

humans only?” 

“Nope.” 

“Then…how-” 

“Am I still alive?” She finishes 

my sentence. 

I nod. 

“I’m a hunter and a damn 

good one.” 

I look around feeling a bit 

confused about all of this. 

“How…who are all these 

people and how and why are 

they here?” 

“The majority here are 

rogues but there are many 

others who are normal 

people and creatures who 

have been caught, 

kidnapped, or sold.” She 

throws a nod at me. “What is 

your story?” 

“Sold.” I say. 

“You?” 

“Same. Someone in my hunter’s guild got pissed that I was doing too good of a job and was having recognition. So, they took me out of the board game.” She suddenly looks pissed. “When I get my damn hands on him I 

swear…” She stops and takes deep breath. 

“Breakfast!” A guard shouts as a few other guards start sliding trays in with food. 

I wanted to keep the 

conversation going because I 

wanted to ask Kanda about 

herself. She smells different. 

even in between all these 

other nasty smells, I can 

smell her scent and it is 

different from humans and 

werewolves, just like that girl that keeps sleeping though they have different scents. 

Putting my questions aside, 

we eat and even the 

no–name girl who was 

cuddled up in the corner 

joins in. 

“When do these games start?” 

I ask as we eat. 

“Late afternoon when the 

sun is starting to go down.” 

Kanda says. “So relax all that 

you can, we might not live after tonight.” 

That does not make me relax 

one bit. 

spend the day sitting and watching people. There is not much to do after all and 

everyone else does the same 

or talks with each other until 

early afternoon when we are 

taken out. We are chained 

and led to the market area. 

Kanda doesn’t seem 

bothered by this so I can 

assume that we are safe for 

now. We are taken to two 

cages in the middle of the 

market not far from the 

cages that we spent the night in. Those that are fighting 

are put in these two giant 

cages and displayed to the public. 

“This is one of the new ones that will be fighting today. 

Number one hundred and 

thirty–three.” A guard says, showing me off. 

The men and women stare at 

me as if I were an animal in a 

zoo. It goes like this all day. 

Random people come and 

look at us as if we were items 

to be bought and start 

making bets about who they 

think is going to win. I hate 

1. it. 

If there was a clock here, I would be staring at it 

nonstop but the sun going 

down in the distance could 

be counted as the same 

thing. The anticipation is killing me and soon, guards are walking around looking scattered. A few of them walk in front of our cell and open 

1. it. 

“Persian Princess, come.” 

“1 

One of the guards holding a list in his hand says pointing 

at me. 

“Persian princess? What the 

f**k?” 

“They are big on gimmicks. I am the Nubian Pharaoh.” 

“Stop talking!” We are all 

taken out and shackled on 

our hands and legs as they continue to call by these 

weird titles. 

This is so stupid and all I want to do is punch the 

smirk out of these men’s 

faces. In the big cell next to us, they take some of them out and they are also called stupid names. This is just 

ridiculous. 

We are taken to two big rooms deep in the arena, 

more like big cages. The 

women are put in one room 

and the men in the other. 

When we are unshackled, 

the girls start to look through the armor and weapons in 

the room, picking and 

choosing what they want to 

use. 

Only me and one other girl 

stand there watching. She 

looks at me and seems 

scared. 

“What are we supposed to 

do?” She asks. 

“I take it you are new here 

too?” 

She nods. “I’m Musa.” 

“Musa, I’m Cass…or 

apparently, The Persian princess.” I roll my eyes. “I guess we are supposed to choose our gear?” 

I should be scared like this 

poor girl but I am not. I am 

angry. I shouldn’t be here, 

none of us should. This is 

bullshit! 

I stride to the armor area. 

There are so many metal 

armor and they look heavy. 

I won’t be able to move in 

these. I don’t know who I am fighting but my best bet 

would be to rely on my 

speed and this will not do. I 

move behind the rack of 

armor and see the leather 

pieces. I quickly take a leather padded chest armor and leather padded pants. 

Then I go to the boot 

area–which would be the 

shoe area but all they have 

are boots so the boot 

area—and pick something that fits me. 

After putting everything on, I look around and see Kanda 

has a huge double–sided axe. She swings it in the air with skill. Sheryl swings a metal spear around with ease making it seem easy and they don’t look scared at all. 

I look at the weapons, from different types of swords to flails, hammers, and sickles. There is a good variety to 

choose from. 

But I have not trained with 

weapons. Victor was training me with my fists and b*dy first but it would be stupid to go out there unarmed. 

I eye the daggers. They are curved and shaped with an 

embroidered hilt and a few yellow gems. The metal is shiny as if they have not 

been used at all. I think that I 

could use these as I would 

my fists. I feel like a sword 

would require much more 

skills and I have none with it 

so I choose the daggers. 

I give a few swings. I like how 

light they are and I can easily 

maneuver them. 

This will do. 

We can hear a crowd outside 

now cheering. All the girls 

start to huddle in front of the 

door where you can look out through a small square opening that also has iron 

bars. 

“That is a lot of people.” Musa mutters with a jittery voice but she is right. I take a look and I am surprised to 

see so many. 

“They imprison us and make 

us fight to entertain those 

bastards. This is ridiculous!” 

“Keep that fire for when you are out there.” Sheryl says. “I 

won’t go easy on you.” 

“Wait, will we fight each 

other?” Musa asks. 

“Most likely.” 

“It depends on that f**ker 

Zao’s mood. He calls the 

shots.” Kanda says. 

Just great. I look at her and notice the golden crown on