Scarred Alphas

Ezra starts wheezing. He is unable to breathe because of the pressure of Colt’s hand. 

You can see the veins popping from Colt’s arm showing how much force he is using on Ezra. Colt suddenly lifts Ezra up by the scruff. This is no small feat. Ezra is an Alpha male wolf. All Alpha male wolves are big, unlike female Alphas who are normal size for werewolves. Colt swings Ezra and throws him. Ezra crashes through a set of doors, breaking them. But as soon as Ezra falls to the ground, he gets right back up and lunges at Colt. 

Colt lifts his leg up and kicks Ezra right on the chest as Ezra jumps in mid–air towards him. It is with such force that Ezra whines the moment he hits the ground and though he tries to get up, he chooses not to. 

“Stay down!” Colt shouts. 

Ezra does just that. I am sure he is hurt but he obeys more because of the commanding and seriousness in Colt’s tone. 

Colt looks at me with frantic eyes. “Are you okay?!” 

Feeling exhausted, all I can do is stare at him as I take in deep breaths still in my wolf form. He picks me up and carries me up the stairs with ease. He takes me to his room and 

then his bathroom. He then puts me inside the bathtub and turns on the warm water. 

“Shift, baby girl.” He says in a soothing tone. 

I do as he says. 

I whine feeling the pain of my wounds shift from place as my body returns to human form. The moment I have my voice back, I cry. The wounds are deep and really hurt but I will live. It is clear that Ezra was not trying to kill me though he could have even if it was by accident. 

“You are staying with me from now on.” He says as he starts to clean my body with a small towel. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I am not even going to argue about it. Colt was right. I think it’s the best. Seeing Ezra like this scared me. After he bathes me, he wraps me up in a towel and then sits me on the bed where he patches my wounds with gauze and tape. By tomorrow it should be much better. 

When he is done, he lays me on the bed and covers me with the bed sheets. Then he lies behind me and hugs me. 

“Is the door locked?” I ask him. 

I am scared that Ezra is going to bust in through. 

“Yes,” Colt says. 

That makes me feel a bit better though it shouldn’t. It’s not like a locked door is going to stop a werewolf from breaking it down. 

“Don’t worry, I am here. And in three days, you won’t have to worry about any of it.” 

“Why is that?” 

“In three days I will leave for the city. I have business there for a few days and you are coming with me.” 

“What? The city?” 

“Yeah. That’s why I was talking to my dad. I knew I couldn’t just leave you here with Ezra on the prowl. So I am taking you with me.” 

“I…I’ve never been to the city.” 

“Never?” He asks. 

I shake my head. 

“I rarely ever go out of the pack. James went to the small town once nearby and took me and Lauren with him but that was years ago.” 

“I guess that you are doing something new with me.” As he says this, he cuddles into me. 

I have to admit, it is odd to see him like this. Sweet and loving. First is that no one has ever treated me like this and second is that since he has been back, all I have seen is what everyone else sees in Colt. A stoic man who does not show much emotion. But when we are like this, alone together, he is so different. I love seeing this side of him and I love that I am the only one who sees this side of him. I turn around and face him. I see him getting close as if he is going to kiss me but I put a hand on his chest and hold him back. 

“You…you really want to be with me?” I ask him. 

“Cass, that’s what I have been telling you all this time.” 

“I know but, look, this is hard for me to understand and accept. No one other than James and Lauren have ever been good to me. No one has ever really wanted me. This is how I grew up and so it is hard for me to accept this.” 

“I know. If you haven’t noticed, I try to be patient.” He says and smiles. “The truth of the matter is, I am not going to force you to be with me. I want you and I am going to show you how much. I am not giving up. But I am not going to force you. Cass, I am never going to hurt you in the way Ezra does or the way I have treated you before. I promise you.” 

“So…you are not playing games with me…” I say. 

He leans in, pressing his head on my forehead. “No. Never.” He says. 

I nod. “Okay. Then, I will…try. I won’t push you away anymore.” 

His mouth curves into a big smile and he goes in for a kiss but I put a finger across his lip. 

“Starting in three days.‘ 

“What?” He laughs. “Why three days?” 

“Because we are leaving, right?” 

“Yes. Early morning in three days.” 

“If you kiss me right now, I bet you Ezra is going to bust through those doors.” 

“Let him.” 

“No. As much as I dislike him, I am tired of the fighting, and if I am honest…I don’t want to hurt anyone even if he does deserve it.” 

“But you will in three days?” 

I am the one who laughs now. “Well, I won’t have to see what it does to him and at least he can’t get to me. It’s his own fault anyway. He wouldn’t have to feel it if he just accepted the rejection.” 

“Agree.” He says and hugs me. 

“So I have to endure it till Friday…” He says. 

“Hey, I did not say we were going to do anything anyway. Don’t get any ideas there either, Sir.” 

He laughs. “You–in only that towel–give me plenty of ideas. Some require you to have those legs of yours stretch over my shoulders.” 

Fuck! Why does he say things like that?! I hide my face and smack his shoulder. That makes him laugh. 

When he says things like this, I imagine them in my head and it makes me… turned on. Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and they can smell that shit. 

“I should probably go home and pack,” I say trying to change the subject. 

“Now?!” 

“Well…I have never had to pack like this. I don’t have much but I don’t know what I’ll need. I need to make a list.” 

He stares at me and I can see that he is about to laugh. 

“Okay fine! It’s probably my nervousness and anxiety kicking in. It can wait till tomorrow.” I admit. 

I know it is dumb. Here I am hurt and I am thinking of going home and packing. 

He chuckles. “It can wait. Stay here with me.” 

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “Mh…I do like it here right now.” 

“Then rest. Let me take care of you now.” 

I close my eyes for what I think is just a moment but when I open them again, it is dark. 

I lift my head up and see that Colt is lying next to me. 

“I fell asleep,” I mutter. 

Colt sirs. “Yeah…” He says with a groggy voice. He lifts his head up and looks at the clock on the end table. “It’s almost morning.” 

“It’s morning?” I look at the clock and see that it is five in the morning. 

Shit! I was knocked out. He squeezes me settling back on the pillow but we slept for so long that I am not tired anymore. I turn around finding a more comfortable position facing him. He opens his eyes and those beautiful green orbs stare at me. 

“I wish I could mark you right now.” He whispers. 

My eyes go round in a wide–eye stare. “You can’t.” 

“I know. I’m saying I wish I could.” 

That would fix the problem. I probably would let him but it won’t. Until Ezra rejects me or accepts my rejection, I can’t be anyone else’s mate. The mark he gives me would just be temporary and will just make Ezra even angrier. 

Maybe he’ll go mad with rage. 

This mate bond is such a complicated thing. He puts his lips on the top of my head, nuzzling my hair, and he kisses. 

Then he gets up and starts taking his clothes off. 

“Want to take a shower with me?” 

“Nope.” I quickly say as he dangles that sausage in my face. 

He chuckles and mutters. 

“Worth the try…” 

“Funny.” I say with sarcasm. 

When he turns around, I bite my lips, unable to hide how much I find him attractive and how much I want him. The man is a piece of art even with all his scars. He is gorgeous. 

I feel lucky that this man wants me and it scares me because luck has never been on my side. Deep down, I know I deserve good things and someone like him but my stubborn brain sometimes tells me otherwise. I wrap myself back up in his sheets feeling lonely now that he is out of my sight but taking in his scent that was left. It makes me feel at peace but still lonely. My eyes open and I look up at the ceiling. Something inside of me snaps. 

“How stupid can you be?” I say to myself. “Hell yeah, I’m taking a shower with him!” 

I get up and walk inside the bathroom which now has steam blurring my vision. I quickly take my towel off–that I had slept in– and the gauze off from my wound. With speed, I open the door to the shower. 

Colt looks back at me with surprise. “You…changed your mind?” 

I nod and quickly get in before I change my mind again. 

“But you can’t touch me,” I tell him moving under the water and making him side–step me. 

“I can’t touch you?” He chuckles from behind me and immediately I feel his hand on my hips. 

“Colt-‘ 

“Relax. I am just checking your wounds.” 

“How do they look?” I ask. 

“They must be deeper then we thought. Still healing.” He says. 

Thankfully, they don’t hurt much but it feels sore. Colt’s lips suddenly are on my shoulder. 

“Colt!” 

“So…I can’t touch you, you said?” He mutters in a husky tone. His warm breath tickles my skin. 

“No.” I say with a stern voice. 

“SHE walks in naked into my shower and says that I can’t touch her…the audacity.” 

I laugh at the way he talks as if he is narrating. 

“Listen, Colt. I am serious. We can’t do anything.” 

“I hear you, I just don’t agree.” He says. 

“Well, you can’t.” 

Suddenly, he takes both my hands and pulls them over my head, softly pressing my back against the wall. He holds my arms up with just one hand. The action looks careless but he is actually very gentle so as not to hurt me. 

“C–Colt…” I whisper. 

“What can’t we do?” He whispers. 

His lips start to caress my cheeks but he doesn’t kiss. They just softly slide on my skin. 

“No Kissing…” I say. 

“No kissing…got it.” He whispers as his lips slide down my neck without kissing. 

I am now unable to speak. He closes his eyes while he continues to caress my body with his lips. He reaches my chest and goes down to my breasts. His lips, parted, slide down my skin. His warm breath gives me chills as he reaches my nipples but he doesn’t kiss. He doesn’t touch with his hands, just his lips. I shiver, wanting him to close his mouth around them. I want him to kiss lick and suck but I told him not to and now this feels like torture. My skin prickles and my insides start to ache. 

Letting my hands go, he finally leaves my breasts and travels down to my stomach, taking a knee and holding me by the hips. My hands travel to his head where I caress and tangle my fingers in his wet hair. I am unable to settle my breathing as my chest goes up and down. 

His lips reach the bottom of my abdomen which starts leading to that sensitive area. 

“That’s enough…” I force myself to whisper. 

With hazed eyes, he looks up at me. I can see how much he wants me. This thrills me. To have a man on his knees like this. I almost feel wild. He gets up and stands just inches away with his face staring down at me. He looks at my lips and I can see how much he wants to kiss me. 

“Just know…that in my head I am having my way with you.” 

I start laughing and now the mood in me completely changes. 

He smiles and hugs me. 

“You torturess brat.” he mutters but he doesn’t know that it is torture for me too. “And I am soaping you up.” 

“That’s the same thing as touching me!” 

“No, it’s not because I am just cleaning you.” I have no time to protest anymore because he is already lathering me in soap. I shake my head and just let him have this.