Scarred Alphas

Chapter 28

I stare back at myself. “I…I

don’t even know what she

looked like.”

I never gave this much thought. I don’t know if it

was my subconscious trying to protect me but, I never thought about my real mother, until now. I have

always had to be so strong. It

is like I have been numb all

this time and now I am

finally starting to feel something. Sadness.

“Come. Let’s fix your hair.‘

She gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she

mutters as she starts working

with it.

She is gentle and doesn’t pull

on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it

because it is simple.

“Alright, makeup,” she says

getting in front of me. “I’ll

keep it simple and clean. Just

enhance your natural

beauty.”

“Natural beauty? With these

scars?”

“These are an indication of

what you have survived. It

means you are a warrior. I

have my own scars and I

never cover them. I wear

them with pride because I

overcame it all. You should

too.” She says.

This woman is making me

think differently about many things.

After a few minutes, she is

done. I have never in my life

wore makeup. I feel weird but I can see that I look

good. She did keep it nice

and simple which I am

happy about.

“There. Now let’s get your

shoes, and head downstairs. It’s just about time.”

She pulls out ivory–colored

shoes that match the dress

perfectly. They are heels. I put them on and we both

look at them.

“That’s perfect. Let’s go.”

We start to walk out but then

with no warning, I fall.

She gasps and all I can do is

laugh.

“Are you okay?!” she asks

with panic.

“Yes. I have never walked in

heels.”

“Oh my…” She smiles. “Okay. Let’s fix that.” She goes back into the closet and gets me a different pair of shoes. They still have a bit of length to

them but not as much as the

first ones.

I put them on and walk with them perfectly fine. Still

giggling because of my

mishap, we walk through the

hall but suddenly, Poppy

stops.

She looks at me and smiles.

Then she looks up at the wall

where there is a painting.

“You said that you didn’t

know what your mother

looked like. This is her.”

I stare at the painting and suddenly, I feel emotional.

She was so beautiful and I

can’t deny the resemblance.

She had long curly hair like mine but hers was a lighter

brown and she had hazel

eyes.

Up until now, I didn’t know

how much I needed this.

“Thank you…Poppy.”

She smiles and nods. “I’ll

have someone bring a picture of her to your room

so you can have it with you. Now let’s get going”

Somehow, amidst

everything that is

happening, I feel just a bit of happiness.

I enter the dining room with

a small smile but it soon falls

when it is filled with people that immediately look at me as I enter. Poppy leads me to

a chair next to Warrick. As I

slide next to the man, I scan

the room looking for Colt

and the moment I see him, I

immediately relax. He stands among the crowd of people

at the table.

“My…daughter.” Warrick’s

voice is a bit broken as he

talks to me. I stare up at him

to see him eying me with

what seems to me is just a bit

of sad emotions.

“You look just like your mother…” He whispers low

enough for me to be the only one who hears him.

He looks down for a second,

reaching for his composure,

and then suddenly that

sadness he has is gone as if it

never was there. He gets up

and everyone who is seated

gets up as well.

Warrick looks at my dress.

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you are your mother’s daughter.” His words feel almost rehersed, as if it was something generic he would tell anyone. As if the man

who looked at me with so

many emotions running through him just a few seconds ago when I first

seated was never real.

His eyes avert back to the

small crowd of people who

stand around the table.

“This…is my daughter,

Casseopea. My eldest child. Dahlia’s daughter.

Unbeknown to me, she survived and all these years, she was under the enemy’s

nose.” He looks at me. “She

will be succeding me. She is a true Alpha.”

I almost gasped thinking

about this now. I hadn’t

realized this but if he is

really my father—which I

am starting to believe he is— I am of Alpha blood. I…am

an Alpha!

When it comes to female

Alphas, there is very little

difference from them to

Betas, Gammas, or Omegas

other than the blood that

flows through their veins. However, I was always taller in my wolf form but I never gave it much thought.

Warrick speaks to me. “Casseopea, these are my brides. Lotus and Jasmin. Poppy, you already know.”

I immediately noticed Skye and I was right, she is Jasmin now. She looks a bit

different. Her blond hair is

now long and she dresses very luxuriously.

I am sure she recognizes me

but I am not sure what she is

thinking. Her blue eyes show an expression of confusion

and fear. Maybe she thinks

that I will recognize her and

tell Warrick who she is. But I

would never do that because that would give Colt away.

Lotus is a bit older. Seems

she would be my mother’s

age. She has thin brown hair and green eyes. She looks at

me with a sweet smile.

“The last time I saw you, you

were a tiny little thing.” She

says.

I give her a small smile.

“And these are my seven generals,” Warrick says. “You

already met Alexis, Beck, and your brother Victor. Part of my generals are also your other brother, Garret.”

He waves to a man with light

brown hair almost blond in a

short but wavy style. He has

dark eyes and is very

handsome. Victor is too but

Garret seems less

intimidating though he does

not look very happy right

now.

“You also already met Serge. He is also one of my generals.”

I look at Serge who gives me

a nod. The man seems to be

so quiet all the time.

“And these are the rest of my generals, Rodrick, and then Archie who is also my Beta.”

The two men give me a nod.

Rodrick is much older with

white hair and a scar across

his face.

I have to admit that even

though they have smiles on

their faces, they do not look

happy at all.

“Now tell me, how is it that

you came to be in the

enemy’s pack and how did you survive all these years?” Warrick asks now sitting

back on his chair.

Everyone else does the same

and so do I.

I push through and find the

courage to use my voice.

“Well…I was told I was found

near the river that travels

through the pack.

Mother…was dead. A couple

found me first and they

immediately took me in and

raised me as their own. No

one knew who I was…neither

did I.”

He nods with his eyes closed.

Then he opens them and

looks at Colt.

“And tell me, Alexis, how is it

that you came across her and

what made you believe she

was my daughter.”

“Well, I was taken prisoner

and so was she.”

Alpha Warrick looks

confused.

“I punched the Alpha’s

daughter and I was taken to the dungeon as punishment.” I quickly say.

Suddenly, Warrick starts laughing. “You display so many characteristics of your mother and you don’t even know it. She was a feisty

one.”

Somehow, at this moment,

he doesn’t seem so scary. Maybe it is because he is in a good mood.

Colt continues. “In the cells,

she was attacked by a man.

That is when she displayed her power. I immediately

knew she must be your

daughter.”

I am staring at Colt with my eyes wide.

So it was me. I did kill him. I

killed Niles. But how? Was it just by thinking about it?

“I told her who she was and

she helped me escape. That is how we made our way back to you.” Colt finishes.

“My boy, you will be greatly

rewarded for this. You will

have the top seat on my table

from now on next to the

Beta. Beck, move.”

“You honor me, Alpha.” Colt

gets up and gives him a bow.

Beck on the other hand

looks pissed. He gets up and

as he walks past Colt, he hits

him on his shoulder with his

own shoulder.

“You won’t be there for too

long,” Beck says.

Colt ignores him and

Warrick doesn’t seem to

care.

Now Colt is much closer.

Skye does not look at him and Colt doesn’t even glance

at her either. It is strange for

me to see them like this

when all I remember was

them together.

But his presence makes me

feel at ease. Isn’t this how

mates are supposed to feel with each other? I feel more

of a connection with Colt

than I ever did with Ezra.

Ezra…I have not felt any pain at all. Has he gone celibate? I want to laugh at my own stupid joke but I hold it in.

I was afraid of what was

going to happen at this

dinner but the evening went

well. A bit too well if I am

honest. Warrick and most of

his men drank too much.

Poppy takes me back to my room when they start getting riled up.

“Is that how he always is?” I ask Poppy as she helps me

undress.

“No. I have to admit, he was

in a very good mood today.

It is rare to see him like that.”

“Do you not fear him?”

“Sometimes. When he gets angry and violent, me and the other brides just leave

him be. He doesn’t mistreat

us as long as we are loyal to

him. When it comes to

matters of the pack, now that is a different story. To me, it always seems like he believes

that he has to rule with an iron fist. He prefers for

people to fear him.”

“That’s sad,” I mutter.

“Now, have a good rest. I’ll

see you tomorrow.” She says

and leaves.

I go to the drawers where I start to look for something to

wear and I find a drawer

filled with sleepwear. I put

on a pajama that is like a big

shirt. It is soft and

comfortable.

When I turn, I almost lose

my shit. The shadow of a

man stands in front of me

but I quickly notice that it is Colt so I stop myself from doing a karate chop on his

ass. Not that I know how to

do one but whatever I did

would still hurt.

“How did you get in? You

scared me!”

He smiles and takes me in a

hug. “I came through the

balcony. But don’t leave your door unlocked again.”

“Why? Because handsome

men will start poring in?”

He chuckles. “Yes. Exactly

that.”

I close my eyes feeling his tight embrace.

“I was so scared, Colt,” I whisper.

“I know. I am sorry we ended up in this situation. This is

not how it was supposed to

be.”

I back up and look up at him. “Is he really my father,

then?”

Colt nods. “I believe he is.”

“And this power?”

He backs away and sits on

the bed. “You are familiar

with Alpha command?”

I nod. “Yes, but this is not

that.”

“No. It is similar but stronger.

You come from an old line of

werewolf family. They were

thought of as royals a long time ago because of their

power. There were three families with this power. The Solveig, the Gunnvald and

your family, the Chevalier.

However, not everyone in the family gets this power. Only those who are born with the will of a true Alpha inherit this power. None of your brothers have it.”

“And…what is this power?”

“Similar to Alpha command, you can control someone’s mind. As you know, some Alphas of packs have Alpha

command. This is when they are able to give a command to their pack members. Now,

a pack member can fight the

command but it hurts them

to do so however it is

possible to disobey. You’re

power however cannot be disobeyed. Your power…can command the soul, the b*dy

itself to do anything and this

is anyone, not just your pack.”

“So…if I command someone

to die…their heart will stop

beating…”

He closes his eyes and nods.

“So I did kill him.”

He nods again but this time he gets up and holds me.

I look up at him. “I didn’t

want to kill him. Not really.”

“Don’t feel sorry for that. He

deserved it.”

“You should run. Go back to

your pack,” I tell him.

“What?”

“Warrick is never going to let me go now that he knows I

exist. I am sure of this. But

you shouldn’t have to be

here because of me.”

“I won’t leave you.”

“Why? You owe me nothing.”

“Maybe I am in love with

you. I don’t have to owe you

anything if I am in love.”

I squint my eyes. “In love?

Really?” I ask with an

obvious doubting

expression.

“But…what if I did love you?”

He asks sounding serious.

“How can you love me when we don’t really know each other? I would accept it if we were actually mates. The

mate bond would make us

fall in love with each other

after such a short time

together but-”

He interrupts, “Do you not feel safe with me? Do you

not look for me whenever

you are out? Do you not think of me whenever you

are alone, unable to rid me out of your mind?”

I do feel all of that. Is this

what love is?

“I have never felt love before, so I guess I wouldn’t know

what it looks or feels like,” I

tell him.

“Then maybe, this is what it looks like,” he whispers.