Alpha's Singer

I wake up to the soft churn of sunlight against my cheeks. The Alpha’s room is lit with the traces of early morning, slowly making its way through the curtained windows. I hear lively chirping, muffled past the glass. It’s so uncomfortable. My tongue sits heavy in my throat, full of an ashy taste that I can’t stand. My neck and back are stiff from keeping upright in this position for hours, against the cold metal backing of the chair. The relief from the ointment is long gone. It’s back to itchy, rough skin, too tender from rubbing against the chains. I can’t even itch it, bound like some donkey. I’m annoyed as hell. I’d barely slept five minutes, the entire night. My hungry eyes look for a target. And they immediately land on the Alpha, sleeping ever so peacefully in the massive bed. I look at the plush, silk covers, and then back to my chair.Now I’m actually pissed. Not even caring that he looks like he’s sleeping through one of the best nights of his life, I lift m

The moment shatters. Rough fangs bury into the scruff of my neck. There’s an earsplitting roar, as I’m hurled back at least fifty feet away from the Edge. The adrenaline dissipates, as I crash into the snow. The momentum takes me another twenty feet back. And I’m nothing but a sopping-wet, weak Omega once again. The Alpha is upon me within seconds. Gold flashes. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I laugh, the moment I see the twisted expression marring his face. He pins me down to the snow, a massive dark figure swallowing up my tiny, white body. His rage is unmistakable. And I laugh, knowing that I’m the one who drove him to this point. “Why,” I say, laughing still. “Scared that you’re going to lose your only hope of sleeping well at night, Alpha?” I had nothing to be afraid of anymore. But then the sheer fury in his golden eyes fades, the longer he looks down at me. It turns into something like pity. And the moment I see it— myself, reflected in the pools of his eyes— I

“So can you put some cushioning on these chains or what? They’re actually really hard to try and sleep with if you haven’t noticed.” The Alpha gives me a look. And even though I’m the one who hissed at him first, I still tense as he stops drying his hair. He lets the white towel fall around his neck, and I just stiffen even more when he comes closer. He leans over me. His shadow envelops mine and my eyes widen in surprise when he just undoes the entire thing. The chain drops to the floor with a heavy clang. Then the Alpha simply returns to drying his hair. I raise a brow. “Not worried anymore? Or am I getting fired?” “No one’s getting fired tonight,” He whispers, laughing softly. “I wouldn’t want my Singer all chained up in the first place, would I?” Yeah, right, I scoff. He probably just realized I was no actual threat to him at all. Alphas healed at a viciously fast rate— and they sensed danger from a mile away. And I was a puny Omega, after all. “Can you put a shirt on?”

BLAISE Twilight is descending over Shadow. I look outside the window, touching my gloved fingertips onto the frosted glass. The air is so cold that it bleeds through the walls and the floor. Tonight, the Blood Hour would take its place on the ice, when the Blood Moon rose to its fullest. But at least I’d be with my friend to get through it. “Blaise!” I turn. Noel pauses to a stop, his amber eyes wide as he looks at the dress that I’m wearing. “You look absolutely stunning, Blaise.” “Do I?” I say, my brows twisting a bit as I pull at the top part of the dress. It feels a little loose there, around my chest. It was the first time I’d ever revealed this much skin. I’d always just stuck to covering myself up as much as possible since I’d always been around young pups in Senna. Plus it kept me free from running up and down the mouths of male wolves, who shamelessly commented on my figure out of the blue. Multiple times, even when I was within hearing range. Did you see the Sing

“Blaise?” I smile, putting a finger to my lips to hush him as he looks at me like I’m a dead person, coming back to life. In front of us, Omegas spill into the forests behind the Packhouse, desperate to find cover before the ten minutes of Preparation would tick out. It’s a flurry of paws and scattered snow. Noel recovers surprisingly quick. “Hurry,” He whispers, pulling at my wrist. “Transform to your wolf. We have to run.” “We don’t have a lot of time.” I nod. The bells continue to echo behind us as I shift midair, bare flesh changing to snow-white fur. Next to me, I see Noel shift into a wolf slightly larger than mine, the shade of warm chestnut. His amber eyes spark with intelligence. “Follow me.” I break into a run after him. The scarlet light of the Blood Moon above our heads is almost eerie, washing the snow crimson. And I’m so, so glad that I’m with him. I think anyone by themselves would be eaten by the terror first, even before the warrior wolves find them. We p