Scarred Alphas by Norisha May
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. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Narugi.com. Visit Narugi.com to read the complete chapters for free."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.

"You look incredible. Indeed 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 replace 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 replace 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 a*s. 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 body 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.