Scarred Alphas

Chapter 34

“Cass, listen…” Colt stands behind me and whispers.

We stand in front of the door

to my father’s office readying ourselves to go in.

“I can’t react in there.

Whatever I am told to do, I

have to do it.”

“I know, Colt. I understand.”

“I…I just don’t want you to hate me if I have to do

something…bad.”

I look back at him and smile.

“I could never hate you.”

He lifts an eyebrow up. “Are you sure about that? Didn’t you hate me already before

all of this?”

“I didn’t hate you. I disliked you. There is a difference.”

I knock at the door and

suddenly feel my butt cheek being squeezed.

I gasp and look back to find a chuckling Colt.

“Enter!” I hear my father say.

composing myself, I open

the door and walk in. His

office is big and spacious. So it’s no surprise to find a few people in here and it still doesn’t feel cramped. Victor

and Garret are also here

along with the Beta, Archie.

“Alright, my daughter. Let’s see what you can do. Come here.” Warrick holds a pack member by his shoulder and puts him in front of me. A

man in his thirties. He looks

a bit frail, more like a human

which tells me he is not a

healthy werewolf. Maybe it is

because he is mistreated.

“Command him,” Warrick

says.

The man looks at me with

fear. Taking a deep breath, I

stare at him and think of

him putting his hand on his head. Something simple. But nothing happens and I am not surprised. I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be this easy because if it was, then I

would have been able to do

this a long time ago and I probably would have

realized that I had powers a

lot sooner.

I sigh with disappointment.

“Hmh…perhaps

encouragement is needed

here? Victor, your knife.”

My eyes widen.

Victor immediately walks up

to me and takes out his

knife.

“What are you doing?” I

quickly ask taking a step

back.

“It’s silver?” Warrick asks and

Victor nods.

Warrick gives him a nod.

Victor takes the knife and

presses it against the weak man’s neck. It immediately

burns his skin and the man

screams and shakes but he

doesn’t dare to move away.

“Stop! What are you doing?!” I try to take the knife away from Victor but he quickly

moves it away.

Warrick holds my wrist and

moves me back to stand in front of the man. “Every

time you fail to command him, he will be punished. Now, again. Concentrate.”

I look at all of them. They all stare at me waiting for me to

follow orders.

I take in a deep breath and

try again but this time I

really do give it my all. I

stare at the man and

somehow try to force the thought into his head. The

man stares at me as he

shakes but nothing happens. If he would just move at all then I could lie and say that

that was it. But he doesn’t do anything but stand there shaking.

I look down, giving up, and shake my head. the man

screams in pain as the knife

touches his skin.

“Again,” Warrick says.

This goes on for about half

an hour until Warrick finally gets irritated.

“Are you sure you have done

this before!?” He shouts at

1. me.

“Yes!” I say. I explained to

him when it happened and

that’s when he starts to look

pensive.

“Maybe…you need even

more encouragement.” He nods to himself. “Yes.”

He suddenly grabs the knife from Victor and swipes it

across the brittle man’s neck.

I gasp watching the man fall lifeless on the ground.

Nonchalantly, Warrick wipes

the knife clean as he looks

pensive.

I am speechless with my hand on my mouth holding

the scream that wants to

come out but the anger

inside of me starts to grow.

“You… all are monsters!” I

shout.

Warrick finally looks at me.

“And you are too…soft. You will learn my craft,” he says handing Victor his knife

back.

“I don’t want to be like you,” I

respond.

Victor’s eyes widen as I say

this and the others look

surprised and a bit afraid.

Warrick walks close to me. “But you will be, I’ll make sure of that.” He puts a hand behind my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, and then pulls me close. “And if you keep talking back to me like this, I will cut your tongue out.”

This is why anger is so

dangerous to me. When I

lead with it, I do not think

about the consequences.

“Do it. I will still find a way to

say what is on my mind.” I

say.

“Ah…there it is,” he says

which confuses me.

“What?”

“I was starting to doubt that you were my daughter at all but I now see myself in you.”

He pushes me back and I almost fall to the ground but

I don’t hit the floor because

Colt catches me before I do.

He straightens me up and moves away from me.

Warrick walks back to his

desk. “Keep her in her room today. No meals. I’ll go easy on you this once but mark

my words…I will treat you like a dog if I have to. You will learn my ways.”

Before I can answer him

back–and I was going to answer him back–Colt takes

me by the arm and pulls me

away.

“Yes, Alpha,” he says and

leads me outside where he

quickly lets me go. “Are you

okay?”

“No. Yes…I don’t know.”

He sprints up the stairs and I have to keep up because he is going so fast.

“Colt…wait up.”

He doesn’t answer until we

reach my room and he

opens the door. “Go in.”

He looks away into the hall,

ignoring me.

Feeling deflated, I go inside

and he closes the door

behind me. I am throwing

such a pity party for myself

that I don’t notice that he is

in here with me until he hugs me from behind. I feel like a toy in his arms as his

b*dy completely covers me. My b*dy suddenly relaxes feeling like I am almost melting. His mouth is on my ear and I hear him breathe.

It relaxes me even more.

All I can think of is that poor

man. How terrified he was

and how he looked at me.

How can anyone be so

heartless?

“Stay with me,” I whisper.

He sighs. “It’s too early, Angel. I have to be seen outside of your room.”

I nod but I am disappointed.

He turns me around and

softly k*sses me. It is a gentle k*ss as if I would break at any

moment.“You are not alone.”

He whispers and then k*sses my forehead.

I watch him turn and leave, closing the door behind him.

Because of him, I don’t feel

alone. If he wasn’t with me,

I’d be crying in a corner the

whole time.

I take in a deep breath and

head to the sofa where I

spend the rest of my day watching TV.

I am not brought dinner but I think my father has a few

screws loose. He forgot that I have junk food in my little fridge and that is what I eat.

So I am not starving by the end of the night.

As I am putting chips in my mouth, I start thinking.

Everyone in the office

seemed a little surprised when he basically just gave

me a slap on the hand and

left me off easily. I don’t think they are used to him going easy on anyone but why did he? Why not really punish me like he does

everyone else? He barely

even knows me.

I ponder this the whole night until suddenly, Colt comes

1. in. He closes the door behind

him and sits next to me.

“Almost everyone is asleep by now and I have two hours

before Serge comes for shift change. Come here.” He pulls me to his chest and holds

1. me.

This makes me smile. I

immediately hug him and

get comfortable.

“How are you feeling now?”

He asks in a soft voice.

“A bit better I guess.”

“What can I do to make you

feel better?” he asks.

“This. Just this is enough.

Hold me.”

He squeezes me tighter. “Cass, I will get us out of

here.”

“I know.”

“I mean it. I heard of a few

people who are planning to

run,” he says.

“Run? So we are going with

them?”

“No. They will fail. But they

can be a distraction while we do our own escape.”

I can see how this can work

but suddenly, the poor men’s eyes flash in my head. All these people that are here suffering under my father’s rule. I feel selfish for leaving them like this even though I don’t owe anyone here

anything.

“I…I don’t want to leave…”

“What?”

I sit up and look at him. “I…these people…they are suffering. I don’t want to just leave them and I don’t want to use others to escape. They

will die.”

“Then…what do you want,

Cass?”

“I…I want to make things

better. I want to free them

all.”

“How?” He asks.

I am surprised that he

doesn’t shut my idea down.

That he doesn’t just try to

convince me to leave.

“Cass, how can you do that?”

What can I do? I can’t even

use my power.

Colt puts a hand under my chin and stares into my eyes. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do but…I don’t want to

lose you.

This place can

break you and I…I don’t want

to lose you. You are too good and Warrick…he is good at breaking others. He has

plans for you and I don’t

want to see you fall.”

But…can he break me? I have

lived all my life with people

who tried to do just that and never once did I break.

Ezra comes to mind.

Oh, how he tried but failed

time and time again.

Suddenly, I have a thought

or rather it is more of a

realization.

I have gone through so

much. I am pretty strong to be where I am now.

“Cass?”

I had been deep in thought until Colt called my name.

“I really do need to learn how to use my power,” I say.

“Well, yeah. You’d have such an advantage over Warrick.” He says. “If I am honest…” He suddenly lowers his head looking just a bit ashamed. “I…well, this was my thought at the beginning when I learned who you were. I wanted to use you against him and I am sorry. Back then I didn’t feel about you

as I do now.”

I put a hand on his cheek.

“It’s okay. I am not angry

about that.”

“You’re not?”

I shake my head. “No. But you are going to make it up to me.”

“I am?” he asks lifting an eyebrow seeming amused.

“Yep. Slap me.”

“WHAT?!” He pulls back and doesn’t jump to his feet only because I am on his lap.

I start laughing realizing that I should have explained

further.

“I need to learn how to use

my powers. So I am

commanding you to slap

me.”

“WHAT?” he asks again which makes me also laugh again. “Why slap? Why not something else?” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Because I will know it is

real. I could command you

to k*ss me…”

And he does just that. He

k*sses me with a smile. After

tasting his lips and enjoying it, I pull back.

“See. That did not count.”

He sighs. “I am not going to

slap you. I would never do

that.”

“I know. That’s why I am commanding it.”

He crosses his arms. “Good

luck with that then.”

“Slap me.”

“No.”

“Slap me.”

“No!”

“Slap me!”

“NO!” he now shouts.

“SLAP ME!” I shout back.

He slaps me.

I gasp. He gasps. We both

gasp

and look at each other,

shocked.

“You slapped me!”

“I–I–I…I didn’t!” he stutters.

“You….slapped me…

“I….” He looks at his hand as

if it has a mind of its own

and then looks back at me. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

I start laughing

uncontrollably. “It worked!”

I continue to laugh but Colt does not look happy at all.

I throw myself at him and

k*ss him as he is still

confused and upset.

Suddenly, we hear a few

knocks on the door, and then

the door starts to open.