All Chapters of Scarred Alphas: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51Cass Oliver doesn’t look surprised or disturbed by what we see in the training camp, which, to me, is a major red flag. One thing does surprise me: there are far fewer people here than before. I get that some escaped, good for them, but still, most of the poor souls here are in the cells and are not being tortured the way so many were before. I give Alpha Oliver a quick walk‑through of the training camp and head toward the river, where we start seeing the good parts of the pack, the children playing. We walk along the riverbank for a while, and Serge follows from a distance. “This is big territory compared to what we have at the moment,” Oliver says. His British accent is captivating, I have to admit. It’s hard not to find this man attractive. “Yeah, the pack stretches for miles because of the forest. Do you plan to expand?” “Yes. We have a lot of unclaimed territory around us. Speaking of unclaimed…this Alpha Ezra is your fated mate?” “My father told you that?” Tha

Chapter 53Colt “It’s nothing, Cass,” I repeat. “Are you sure about that? ’Cause you seem upset!” she says. I’m actually very calm. She’s the one who’s upset. Her reaction isn’t what bothered me. It was what she chose to do. She doesn’t realize that every day she acts like her father just a bit more. It’s like she’s losing sight of who her father really is, but I don’t. I’m reminded every single day of what I went through, but I hide it from her. I hide all the pain I feel when I walk around here. I don’t show it. She doesn’t need to see it. But I’m starting to get scared that she’s losing sight of who she is. I love this woman. I love who she is. I love the kindness she has in her. But this power she has—I’m afraid to even think it— it seems to be changing her. It’s as if she’s starting to rely solely on it…and likes it. “I’m sure,” I say. “You’re lying, and I don’t like that. Tell me.” She demands it. “It’s just that you’re the kind of person who throws punches, yes, but only

Chapter 55Cass “I see,” the witch, Honora, says. We’ve explained everything to her, and now we watch her pace as she thinks. She walks to the front door, locks it, and flips the sign to closed. “Follow me to the back. This requires all my attention,” she says, walking behind the counter and through a door. “Sit,” she instructs, moving around a round table. We all sit except for her. She walks to a few shelves and starts grabbing things. “The only way this man could enter your dreams like this depends on two things. Obviously, a witch is helping him, and he has a connection to you somehow. A link.” “That…shouldn’t be it,” I say. “We severed that link. He was my mate.” “Contrary to what you might believe, the severing of a mate bond doesn’t happen instantaneously. Yes, you cut the cord, but the connection lingers for a little while longer. It slowly dissipates without a tether until it’s finally gone. This man and witch must have taken advantage of the fading connection that is

Chapter 57Cass “Who?!” I panic. “I can only assume it’s Ezra attacking,” Oliver says. He gets up and calmly starts taking his suit off. Warriors start running toward the forest, and everyone comes out of the house. “Cassiopeia, get in the house!” Warrick says. “The house? But—” “Do it!” “But no! I’m fighting too!” “Can you fight? Have you trained enough to be in battle?” “Um…” “If you can’t answer that quickly, then it’s a no. Hide in the house. Serge, take her inside.” “But if this is Ezra, I need to be here. I’m the one who’s going to—” “If it is him, trust me, he won’t be killed on the spot. I’ll make sure to bring him to you beforehand.” I point a finger at him. “You better!” “Get out of my sight! Go inside!” he shouts at me. My eyes dart to Oliver, who stares back at me. He nods as Father says this. “Let us handle it.” Even though I feel like I should be out here helping, I do as they say and head inside. On my way in, I bump into Colt. “Cass! Come on!” He take

Chapter 59Cass A part of me does not want Julia to die. I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s death who didn’t actually deserve it, but the other part of me, the wolf part, wants her gone even if that means death. I feel no remorse, but I know what I did was wrong. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel anymore. I lie here with Colt. He’s behind me with his arms around me, but I woke up about thirty minutes ago, unable to sleep, thinking about everything that happened. I can see morning light already coming through the windows. What I did was instinct, but I can’t allow myself to use my power like that. Not while I’m not thinking straight. I need to learn to control it. But I’ve tried over and over, and it seems impossible. Why can’t I learn? Even Warrick seems perplexed by this. “Are you okay?” Colt asks, whispering in my ear. “Hm, yes.” I turn my head and kiss him before he can ask again. I don’t feel like talking about this right now. “Mm…” he moans. His hands start r