Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 

This…this can’t be my home. I refuse to call this place my 

home. 

I watch as men and women 

are displayed like cattle. As 

we continue to walk, we 

come across an area where a 

man is bent over a tree 

stump, and from behind, a guard holds a long hot metal rod that he presses against the man’s spine. The man screams as the metal brands 

his back and smoke comes 

out. 

“What is this, Poppy?” I 

whisper. 

“This is the reforming camp. 

As she says this, we walk near 

a few erected cemented 

walls. On these walls, there 

are chained werewolves in 

their werewolf form 

aggressively trying to get free and trying to attack the guards. I can see how the silver chains burn through their skin. The guards whip 

them with silver thin wires 

that cut through the 

werewolf’s skin. It is horrible 

to watch. 

“These are mostly Alpha werewolves who do not want 

to comply…so they are being broken,” Poppy explains. 

I look away, unable to stand 

1. it. And then I see it. What 

Colt had told me about. 

There is a long rectangular stage in the middle of the camp. On the stage, there are long wooden poles with 

chains and attached to these 

chains are what I believe to 

be men and women. It is 

hard to make out because 

their skin has been melted 

just like Colt told me, with silver liquid. 

They breathe but these 

people are not alive, not 

really. I feel so disgusted. 

And to think that this is all 

what Colt, Dash, and the 

others all went through. I 

want to cry just thinking 

about it. 

“Why did you bring me here first, Poppy?” 

This is behind the official 

pack house about a hundred feet away from it. It is far away from the main home 

where I am staying so you really can’t see any of this. 

“I didn’t want to show you 

the worst part last because then it is the only thing that will stick with you.” 

I shake my head. “It will still 

haunt me. This is horrible.” 

She looks down and nods. 

I look behind us where Colt 

walks a few feet away, following us as he guards 

1. me. He looks at me but I 

can’t read his expression. There is no sadness, anger, 

or anything else. 

“Let’s go to the pack house,” 

Poppy says but as she says this, we pass by a small 

building that almost looks 

like a bunker. In front, there 

are two chained men. I put a 

hand on my mouth as I stare 

at them. They have muscle tendons showing on their 

back as if the outer skin was 

cut from their b*dy in 

precise long rectangular 

strips. Skinned alive yet still 

alive. 

Poppy notices where I stare. 

“Uhm…it’s a punishment…” 

“No…it’s hellish torture.” 

After what seems an eternity of silence, Poppy leads us to 

the front of the pack house 

where now you can’t see or hear what is happening in the back. The pack house is bigger than the one on Colt’s pack. 

When she goes in, the house 

is filled with children 

running around laughing and playing. To anyone else, this would be a tender sight but I know these are orphans and probably many are children to the people being 

tortured in the back. 

“Miss Poppy! Miss Poppy! Who is that?!” They ask 

Poppy and look at me with 

curiosity. 

“This is Miss Casseopea.” She responds. “Did you all hear 

that there will be a festival 

tonight!” 

“Yeaaaah!” they all cheer. 

Leaving the children with their excitement, Poppy leads me through the pack house meeting a few of the pack members. They are all 

curious as to who I am but 

Poppy only tells them my name and reminds them of 

the festival tonight. 

Between the pack house and 

the main house, there are 

fields of crops and I can even see some cattle in the 

distance. 

Poppy points to the forest on the right. “There is a lake in 

that direction. That is where 

we have our moon festivals 

and you can go there whenever you are looking for a swim.” She points to the left. “There are jogging trails that way. And that is it. You 

are free to roam the areas 

with your guards but…you 

are not allowed to leave the 

pack territory. Not without your father’s permission.” 

“Okay.” That is all I say. 

She pats my back and walks 

away. 

I head back to the house. As I 

walk back, people stare at me 

and I am not used to it, 

though at this moment I am very distracted by something weighing heavy on my chest. 

I walk inside the house from 

a door in the back. I have no 

idea where in the house I am 

but I start walking through a 

hall. Colt is silent behind me. 

The feeling inside me busts and I am unable to get to my room before I am 

overwhelmed by these 

feelings. I turn to a door and open it. It looks like a fancy 

living area but it is empty of people. 

Once inside, my hands cover my face. 

I hear the door close behind 

1. me. “What is wrong?! What is it?!” Colt asks sounding a bit desperate. 

“I…I…I am sorry. 

“What?” 

I lift my head to face him. 

“Why are you crying?” he 

asks. 

I can see that he fights with himself to try not to come 

over and comfort me. 

I point to the window. 

“That… out there…that was 

not okay.” 

He takes in a deep breath and nods. “I know. But you 

will get used to it.” 

“No. I will not allow myself to get used to seeing that. It is so wrong.” I look up at him. “I am sorry.” 

“Why are you saying this to 

me?” He asks still confused. 

“I am so sorry for what you went through,” I tell him. 

He slightly smiles. “It’s okay. I am okay.” 

“How are you okay?” 

Taking a deep breath, he looks around the room 

making sure no one is there. He then suddenly picks me 

up 

and sits me on a console 

table that is against a wall, almost knocking down the decorative vases on it. His hands cup my face and he looks straight into my eyes. “I am okay because every 

day that passes, you mend 

 

my heart just a bit more.” 

I look into his eyes and he looks into mine. I could get lost in those green orbs for all eternity and not mind 

one bit. 

He starts to get close and I whisper. “You are so…corny.” 

Even as I say this, I still have 

tears in my eyes. 

He stops and looks at me with surprise. “Corny!?” 

I start laughing–wiping my tears–and so does he. But 

then he grabs my chin and crashes his lips with mine. 

 

“Mh…” I moan. 

He ends the k*ss, smiles, and 

mutters. “This girl calling me corny and ruining the moment…” 

This makes me laugh again. 

“Hey…could we… could we 

go for a run tonight?” I ask 

him. 

“After the festival?” He looks 

down as he thinks, then 

nods. “Yes. I think we can. 

“You are free to roam the 

pack as Poppy said. Just as long as we don’t cross the border.” he says. 

 

“And what if we did. What if 

we ran? There is nothing 

stopping us now.” 

“Nothing? Except that 

Warrick has the borders 

heavily guarded, not to 

mention the men he has 

outside near the pack. We 

wouldn’t get far, Cass. And besides, this is probably a test. There is no way he is a hundred percent convinced 

about all of this. He’ll want to 

see if you will stay or leave. I am sure that putting me as 

your guard is also a test for 

1. me. So…” 

 

He backs away and takes me 

down from the table. “Let’s 

not do anything stupid.” 

I take in a deep breath feeling irritated but nod. 

He opens the door and walks out then waits out in the hall 

for me. 

I come out and start walking 

but I have no idea where I 

am going. Suddenly, Victor 

appears in front of me. 

“There you are. Here.” 

He hands me a piece of 

paper. 

“What is this?” 

“Your training schedule, you 

start tomorrow.” He says and nonchalantly walks away. 

I look at the time on the 

schedule. 

“Five- Five in the 

morning?!“I scream after 

him. 

“Yeah.” He replies now at the 

end of the hall. 

“…Great…” I say with sarcasm. 

I DO think learning 

self–defense and how to 

properly fight is a good 

thing. I have never learned 

how to fight or anything like 

that but I am a lazy person. I 

don’t want to get up 

this 

early to get my ass kicked. 

I wander around most of the day, exploring the house. I 

found a theater room where I spent a good amount of time watching a movie. Colt 

acts distant the whole time and stays a good distance away from me. I get why but I don’t like it at all. To say that every time I see him I want to jump his bones is an 

understatement. How I wish 

I could be in his embrace all 

day. He makes me feel safe. When evening comes, Poppy comes to my room to help me get ready for the festival. I wear a long black flowy dress with large pin flowers. 

She called it a maxi summer 

dress. It looks casual but 

once on me, it looks 

amazing. Again, it is a dress that shows cleavage and my 

back but I am not worried 

about it at all cause I still 

look good. 

“Yes?!” Poppy asks to the 

knock that sounds on the 

door. 

Colt walks in and stands 

 

staring at me with his hands 

on his back. 

“Alexis! Doesn’t she look 

beautiful?” 

Colt clears his throat as he 

stares me up and down and nods. “Yes, she does. I came to tell you that I am relieved of duty tonight. It is Serge’s turn to watch over you.” He says all this as he looks at me through the mirror which I 

stand in front of. 

“Oh…okay.” I am 

disappointed but it is what was agreed to. 

He nods again. “See you at the festival, princess.” 

I watch him close the door 

and feel deflated. 

“He’s a handsome one, ain’t 

he?” Poppy asks. 

I nod fully agreeing with her but making sure I do not 

look so enthusiastic. 

When I am done, she takes 

me downstairs to the back of 

the house where the festival 

is already underway. 

Surprisingly, it is cheery 

despite all that bad stuff I saw today. I guess people in this 

pack are used to the way things are here and 

obviously, there is nothing 

they can do about it. 

“Well look who’s here! The 

guest of honooor!” Beck says. 

His words sound a bit more 

dragged than they usually do 

and I am sure it all has to do 

with the drink he has in his 

hand. It’s probably not his 

first. 

“Shoo! You vermin!” Poppy 

says putting a hand up to 

him. 

I almost laugh. 

She continues walking until 

she reaches Warrick. She 

k*sses him on the cheek and 

motions towards me. 

Again, his eyes suddenly glisten as sadness fills them. 

“Casseopea…” he whispers, 

barely audible but even Poppy hears it. And the thing is that it didn’t seem like he was calling my name or even referring to me. It is as if for a split second he was seeing someone else. 

He clears his throat and 

straightens. “Excellent. 

Come, daughter. Let’s make 

a round.” He lifts his hand to 

me and I hesitantly take it. 

He starts walking around with me in his arms, greeting people. Most of these people are from the pack but then 

we come to some men at the edge of the forest that seem…off. They dress in drags and look a bit dirty but by no means do they look harmless. They are scary and to me, they seem dangerous. 

“Crow,” Warrick calls him. 

The man who seems to be 

the leader, smiles at me with 

his rotten teeth showing as 

Warrick speaks to him. “This 

is my daughter. Remember 

her well.” 

“Of course, Alpha Warrick.” They all say with a bow. 

“Who are they?” I ask as we 

go past them. 

“Those, my dear, are my 

tracker rogues.” 

“Rogues?” 

“Yes, rogues and they are 

good at what they do so if I 

were you, I wouldn’t get any 

ideas. These men would find 

you within minutes.” 

“I–I never thought of 

running.” 

“Who said anything about 

running?” He asks. 

“I–I mean, that’s what I 

assume you meant.” 

He laughs. 

This man makes me so 

nervous and he obviously enjoys it. 

“One would think you are almost evil, Alpha Warrick.” 

A tall man walks into view. 

Even taller than Victor and 

that is saying something 

because Victor surpasses 

almost all pack members I 

have seen here. 

His blue eyes rake over me 

and marble my face as if he 

is studying a piece of art. 

“What can I say? My 

reputation preceded me.‘ 

Warrick gives him a sly 

smile. 

The tall man is no Adonis 

but he is still an attractive 

man. His ashy blond hair is slicked back yet a strand falls 

on the front. 

“Cass, this is Oliver Vald. He is Alpha to a new pack, the 

Crescent Pack. They came from Europe and established their pack on the northern 

territories just a few months 

ago. 

“It is a pleasure, lady Casseopea.” The man takes my hand in such a gentle 

manner and then k*sses it. If 

his European accent was not enough to melt me already, the gesture surely did. He looks up as his lips finish touching my skin and smiles 

a smile that could take down 

any hardheaded maiden. He 

has such charm and subtle 

swag that even I am taken by 

him. 

“We are working on an 

alliance of a sort,” Warrick 

says bringing me back to this 

real world. 

The man called Oliver, 

straighten up and gives 

Warrick a small side nod, 

almost like a bow. 

“Though we have much to 

learn from each other before 

we get to that,” Warrick says. 

The man gives a side smile. “All in due time, Alpha 

Warrick.‘ 

“Yeah…due time…” Warrick 

acts almost impatiently. He 

pulls my arm and takes me away from the charming 

man who smiles at me as I 

walk away. 

“Alliance? I didn’t think 

you 

did alliances.” I whisper to 

Warrick. 

“I don’t…but, even I know I 

am not always right and I have plans that require some flexibility on my part in order to succeed. I just have 

to make sure of this man’s 

intentions first.” 

“So you don’t trust him?” 

“My dear, I trust no one. You 

will learn to do the same.”