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Alpha's Singer An Unwanted Date
The door closes. And the moment it does, I rush to take my hand off of him. Suddenly, I’m all too aware of what I’d just done, from the heat of the moment. The Alpha is gazing at me, gold eyes alight with amusement and curious interest. A candle burns lowly in the corner of the room. My cheeks slowly turn red. “What was that?” “Nothing.” I instantly say. “That was nothing. She was pissing me off. That’s why I did it. No other reason.” He laughs, his hand resting against the spot on his chest where I’d touched him. “Such a feisty Omega my Singer is.” I flush. Then I quickly take my pillow, marching over to set myself up on the chair I usually sat on. My cheeks are burning still. I don’t know why I did that. Even if I really did want to make her angry. That had been a bad decision on my part. She had looked furious. I’d caught her expression just before the door had closed. Then I stop. “Where is it?” “Where is what?” He replies, giving me another smile. “The chair.
Alpha's Singer Storms Brewing
I glance to my left, before turning my gaze back to the night sky. I stare at the silver-encrusted, star-adorned Milky Way painting a streak down the pitch-dark sky for a couple seconds before frowning. Then I glance to my left again, side-eyeing the Alpha leaning against the wooden railing. His large hands are folded over one another, and his eyes are closed. The locks of his dark hair ripple in the winter breeze. This time, his eyes open to catch mine looking at him. “Am I prettier than the stars, Blaise?” I imitate throwing up. He laughs softly. “You’re ruining the moment,” I say. The audacity of him, to say something like that. “It’s hard to enjoy this view when you’re here.” “I’ll be quiet.” He murmurs, and I raise a brow as I turn back to the stretch of snow and forest below me. A fresh gust of wind takes my breath away. The Moon pours her silver down on the ground. It’s a cloudless night, and it’s easy to see the stars that cover the skies. He really is completely
Alpha's Singer Alpha's Challenge
Challenge. The Alpha sighs. “They’ve set the Challenge against me tonight. I’m going to need you to stay here, Blaise. Until it’s over. I—” “I fucking knew this was going to happen.” “I told you that dancing with me during the Festivals was a stupid idea,” I hiss, suddenly furious out of my mind as I run my fingers heavily through my hair. “And killing that warrior over me wasn’t worth it. You were playing it too carelessly, Christian.” I’d seen an Alpha’s Challenge before, back at Senna. It had been an absolute bloodbath. A dozen warriors had banded together to try and dethrone the Alpha. I remember how the ground had slowly turned from white to red, until the Alpha was no longer standing. The rest of the wolves had torn him to pieces after that. I curse. “I told you to be more careful, so many times. Do you want to get hurt? Why do you have to be just so stubborn?” Yet he still doesn’t look worried. Not at all, when he was basically setting himself up for his own execut
Alpha's Singer Roses and Thorns
He kills the wolf, soon after. But the damage has already been done. Surrounded by the corpses of his warriors, the Alpha stumbles. Blood pours relentlessly in thick, heavy rivulets, wetting the snow underneath him and pooling into a thin circle of red. I see the way each breath thunders through him. He’s too hurt. He wouldn’t be able to survive the next Challenger. Let this end. Let it stop here. Please. Next to me, Noel is murmuring under his breath. His amber eyes are shaking, fixed down on the seats below. I trace his gaze to see the Beta. His violet eyes lie on the trembling, weakened Alpha. There’s a strange expression on his face. It isn’t something that can easily be read. “Please, Ezra. Don’t do it. Don’t.” “Don’t.” Almost as if his pleas work, the Beta does not take the Challenge. Then the minute is over. The moment a clear sound of a silverbell echoes across the Arena, signaling the end of the Challenge, the Alpha collapses on the snow. He had only been sta
Alpha's Singer Plague Upon Shadow
The relentless crying of a pup breaks the peace of the Packhouse. It’s what jolts me awake. And I wake just in time to see the Alpha leave the room, his golden eyes dull with weakness and his movements much stiffer than the usual ripple of pure, unbroken muscle. I quickly push out of his bed, tossing the blankets to the side as I grip his wrist. He glances back at me. I can see the tips of white bandage underneath his collared shirt. He has a thick cloak in hand, to try and cover the rest of it. It’s only been a day. “What are you doing?” I hiss. “Go back and rest. You can barely move.” “It’s fine.” He murmurs. The sound of the pup wailing continues in the background. “Let go, Blaise. I heal faster than you think I do.” I let go with a scoff. Heal fast? He had gotten impaled in the chest, with five claws. There was no way that a single night of sleep had even made the slightest dent in healing that monstrosity. But I still end up following him, with just a pair of slipp
Alpha's Singer Song of Peace
“All the drinking water comes from this?” I wave at the massive pool of snow-cold water. He nods, as I skim over the line of maids that are crouched around the edge. They ladle bowls of water into buckets, which they hoist over their shoulders and lug towards the kitchen. I see thirsty pups come and go, grabbing a drink before leaving to continue their playtime. This isn’t going to cut it. “This might already be contaminated.” I whisper, swallowing. “Will you order for the water supply to be divided? Into five pools, maybe. It needs to be boiled down before it’s safe to drink.” “I’ll let the servants know before nightfall,” He says. “Anything else, Blaise?” He had taken me to the water pool at the break of dawn. Twilight descends by the time I finish telling him everything I know. To keep the sick quarantined, and for Healers to wear thick cloth over their faces and hands when caring for them. Lemon juice or lavender oil, to cleanse hands. I’d honestly expected the Alpha to g
Alpha's Singer Omegas Like You
Thank you, Blaise. The numbers have fallen. And it’s all because of you. I look down at the sleeping Alpha. And I don’t know this feeling churning inside both my mind and heart. I’d used to only think of my killed pups when I’d watched the Alpha sleep. But now something else comes first. And I don’t know what it is. All I know is that every single instincts are telling me to stay away from it. It screams danger, in the most camouflaged way possible. I quietly get up. Then I tuck my feet into the slippers by the bedside, just like I had done for the past three nights. I give the sleeping Alpha one last glance before silently closing the door behind me. There are packets of sugar in my pockets, for the milk. I’d snagged some from the kitchen, along with pieces of buttered bread that I’d wrapped in napkin squares. My steps soon hurry themselves as I get closer. I couldn’t wait to see Beau’s absolutely adorable face. I fling the door open, all ready with my gloves and mask on.
Alpha's Singer Ira's End
IRA I look down at Kavanah’s dress, laid out on my bed. It was so gorgeous. All the silken grooves, the details alive in each thread. It cost fortunes. Something an Omega like me would never wear. Something that I would only be allowed to touch, to tailor it for a higher-ranking wolf. It was fucking unfair. The cream-colored fabric would go so well with the rich auburn of my hair, more than that dead, pale-ash of Kavanah’s. It would fit my curves perfectly. Even the jewels on it, would make my skin glow brighter than the sun. I run my hands down the silk. My eyes glance towards the closed door to my room. I’d told the Head Maid that I’d be gone for a good hour to try and get this done for Lady Kavanah. Just for a minute. I sweep the beautiful dress off of the blankets. Then instantly, I start stripping out of my ragged, dusty maid clothes. The fabric feels soft and smooth against my skin, and I nearly moan out in pleasure as I step into the pool of creamy white. I quickly
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