Scarred Alphas

Chapter 59

Colt’s POV.

“Colt, they got in a car. We are not going to be able to

find them or track them.”

Dash says.

I grab him by the neck. “I

have to find her!

“I am not the enemy here.” Dash says taking my hands away from him.

“He most likely took her to his pack.” Garret says. “I have men going down the route to his pack.”

“F**k!” I grab a chair and

smash it on a table over and

over until there is nothing left of the chair but pieces of

wood.

“The alpha is asking for you

all.” The doctor walks in.

We all look at each other and

then immediately follow

him to Warrick’s room.

Yes, he survived it, at least he

was still breathing when we

all woke up.

“How is he?”

“He is alive for now, but you must be prepared, the knife

nipped at his heart. He is bleeding internally and is not healing fast enough

because it was a silver knife

that was used. Even so, if that was just it, then there would be a possibility that he could recover but the real problem is the wolfbane poison that is coursing through his blood right now. The knife was coated in it. There is a high probability that he will not make it past the night.”

“And if he does?”

“Well, crucial organs do not

go back to being completely

normal. Flesh wounds and

bones heal to be as if they

were new. But not internal organs. They heal but they are never the same after a

traumatic wound. As for the

wolfbane, it is in his

bloodstream but this also

means it is everywhere in his b*dy. His insides are being affected by this. We are going to do a blood

transfusion and this will help

but I don’t have high

expectations.”

So the bastard might not

survive the night? Now when we need him, just great.

When we walk into the

room. Warrick is lying on his bed propped up with pillows and covered halfway with a

white blanket. His chest has

gauze wrapped around him that is starting to turn red. Lotus and Poppy sit on each side of the bed tending to

him with concern

expressions written all over

their faces.

Warrick lazily opens his eyes and looks at us. He is having a hard time with ragged breathing.

“You must keep the pack

safe.” He talks to Victor.

“Until my daughter comes

back. Find her…she is…my legacy.” He lifts his hand up

to take Victor’s. “Promise me

you will find her.” Victor

takes his hand and nods. “I’ll

find her.” Warrick nods, his

eyes move from Victor to

Garret. “You two are

exceptional, my sons. I have

never shown it, but I have

always been proud of you

both.”

He now looks at me.

“You…may mark my

daughter. I undo what I did.

When you find her, if you

both wish to make it official,

then do it.”

I am surprised.

He closes his eyes and falls asleep.

“He needs his rest. The next

few hours are crucial.”

The doctor urges us out of

the room.

“Victor! What are you going to do now!?” I ask taking a

walk next to him.

He seems a bit flustered after

what Warrick just said to

them. I am sure they had

never heard words like that

come out of their father.

“We–we have four problems. One is getting Cass back.

Two, three, and four…we

have the river packs, Ezra,

and now Oliver to watch out

for.”

He stops and looks out of the window, thinking. “I will

have a team to solely search

for my sister but my main focus will be taking the River packs out in order to get an equal footing here.”

“Let me be in charge of the

search team and let me deal

with Oliver. We are fighting

two fronts now.” I say. “You can focus on the River packs and Ezra.” He looks at me Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

and gives me a nod. “Very

well. Use whatever we have at

our disposal to find her.”

“I will.” I say turning around

and walking through the hall ready to raise some hell.

And in the process, I’ll kill

the f**ker that took her.

***

Cass’s POV.

My eyes open only to have my vision blurred. My head

feels like it’s about to explode and it feels heavy. When I finally focus, my vision is not the same. I can see straight

in front of me but my

peripheral vision is filled with darkness.

Realization hits me. I sit up

from the dirt where I lie in

the corner of the room. My hands go to my face where immediately I can feel the metal around my eyes.

I blacked out the moment

the first bolt was screwed

into my head.

I look down and am able to

see that now I have a white

ugly dress. It looks more like rags. Then Oliver’s face

comes to mind and I feel

rage.

“Oliveeeer! I’m going to kill you!” I scream.

My first instinct is to pull the

mask from my face but as I do, pain rushes through my

head and it feels like I am

about to rip my skull off.

“Don’t do that. It is bolted to

your skull. And Oliver left

while ago.” Zao’s voice

invades my ears.

“What did you do?!” I

scream.

“A way for you not to use

your pretty eyes on anyone.” He sits a few feet away from

me with a hand mirror

pointed at me. I catch a glimpse of myself. That silver–decorated mask is

plastered on my face and blood stains my temples

where the mask was bolted

1. to.

“Are you crazy! YOU SON

OF A B*TCH!” I scream and

rush him.

When I am about to reach

him, I am stopped and

choked by the chains around

my neck.

“What do I do with you

now?” He gets up and paces around me. “It does not seem

to me like you would submit to me so making you my

whore would be a mistake.”

As he says this, one of his men walks past me arriving to give Zao some papers.

“The whore house is going good as planned.”

“Good, good…”

The man looks at me. “Who

is this, father?”

“A willful young lady, Chen.”

“Hmh…for the whore

house?” Chen asks.

Zao looks at me and shakes

his head. “You are not

whoring material, that much I can tell my dear. Mhm…I think I have a better place for you. You are a fighter…which is perfect.”

As he says this, I cling to my urge to fight my way out. So

when Chen turns from

me–giving me his back–I jump on his back and wrap

the chain that is connected

to me around his neck. I start

squeezing as I stare directly at Zao. “I will kill him!”

“Do it.” He says looking calm.

“You…you don’t care?”

“No.” I am surprised at how

serious he is. I can tell that

he means it.

“Let me go.” I say.

“You are going nowhere.”

He is not bluffing, he will let

me kill this man even if it is

his son. In my moment of

weakness, Chen throws me

over his shoulder and takes

the chains off of his neck. He

pulls the chain and holds me on my knees facing Zao. It is so tight that I almost can’t

breathe.

Zao strides away as if he has made up his mind. “Take her to the barracks. Let her fight for her keep.” He turns to me. “Make me money, and I’ll consider giving you freedom. Oh, and if you manage to take that mask off, it will be bolted right back on

with extra bolts.”

“And what if I shift?” I ask.

“Then you’ll rip your skull

off and if you don’t, like I

said, we’ll bolt it right back

on with extra bolts.”

“You psycho!”

He swats at me as if he is now

bored.

Three more men walk in and

between all of them, they drag me out though I give them a hell of a fight until we are outside and I can now see

better. This place is like a wooden outpost surrounding a small market village. It has wooden walls with spikes

surrounding us and the

tallest building is the one we just came from. The place is muddy and dirty. I can see in the distance big wooden

gates that are kept secured with many guards.

I am led to what seems like a

market. People about,

buying and selling. I realize that it is not as big as I thought it was at first because

we soon arrive at the end where there is a giant pit with wooden cages and spikes surrounding the pit.

The men that drag me,

deviate to the side where

there is a wooden building.

When we go in, there are

stairs that lead down to the

ground.

We follow them and soon

arrive in a place filled with

barred cells but these are

metal. These bars surround

the pit giving you a full view of the space in the middle

where from here I can see

blood.

The man opens one of the cells and pushes me inside. The cell is not empty, there

are three other women in

here and they all wear the

same white rags that I do.

Beside us there are cells also

filled with a few more

women and opposite from us, the cells there are filled

with men, many of them.

“Let me out! LET ME OUT!”

I scream and run to the

guards who close the door right in my face. I touch the

bars and they immediately

burn me.

Silver.

I turn back to the women

who are here with me,

holding my hand in pain.

One is indifferent and looks

bored until she looks at my

face and squints her eyes, the

other two look scared.

“What’s the deal with you?” The woman that dares talk is

tall, has dark skin with a

muscular b*dy and her hair is long in a ponytail that has many strands of braids. This

woman looks like a Greek

warrior goddess. Very intimidating.

Giving a few huffs trying to control my anger, I answer

her. “Those f**kers bolted

this shit on my face!” I shout

and look back to where the

guards left. “I am going to

kill them all.” I mutter.

“I’ll help you.” The big woman says. “Kanda…” She says and then points to one of the other women. “That is

Lia and that one…I have no

idea, she doesn’t speak to anyone.” A moment ago she was staring at me but now the unknown girl lies with

her back to us.

“I can only assume that you are not human to have

survived what they did to

you.” Kanda says.

“No.” I shake my head. “Is

anyone here human?”

She nods. “A few. They don’t

stand a chance in the pit

unless they have had training.”

“The pit?”

I am sure she is talking about the obvious pit we are sitting on but I want her to explain

more.

She points to the open area in the middle of the pit. “It is

like an arena where we are

pinned against each other and fight to the death.”

“Are you serious?!”

She nods and I believe her.

“What the hell is this

gladiator shit! We are not part of those primitive times! You savage bastards!” I turn

and scream at the guard who

walks by. He hits the bar of the cells as he walks trying to quiet me down.

“What is this place? Why are we here?”

“We are here for the

amusement of disgusting

men.” Kanda says.

“Is there a way to get out of here? Have you tried?”

“Of course we have tried,

there is no way unless you

die.”

“How long have you been

here?”

“A month or so. Those two

have been here for a week.”

She motions to Lia the

unknown girl.

“And you have all fought out there?”

“Only I have. It is random. Depends on who the crowd

wants to see that day.”

“This is so…wrong.”

“Well‘ too bad there puppet!”

A man says from behind me. A guard. “It’s grub time!”

He starts putting trays with nasty–looking food through the bottom parts of the bars. He gets close to me and

smiles. “Eat up you. You’ll be fightin‘ tomorrow.”

“I what?”

“Ya heard me.” He says.

I look at Kanda. “I can’t

fight!”

“Well, you have no choice. They will most likely pin you against another female

so eat up, rest, and save your

strength.”

I have no choice but to do as

she says. Through all this, the pounding in my head has not stopped. I try to sleep that night but it is impossible. I can’t believe this is what has happened.

All I can think about is Colt.

Colt…where are you?