Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Singer: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

BLAISEFor the past four days, I’d scoured a quarter of the library. At this point my eyes felt permanently bloodshot, from the way I’d read through more than two lifetimes’ worth of books in less than a week. The tips of my fingers are ashen from flipping past page after page. Noel was not recovering. The Beta had been making visits to his room every night. I’d noticed after the third day, after I’d put Christian to sleep and wanted to check on him. I’d noticed the Beta watching over an asleep Noel in the chair set in the corner of the room. And I’d realized that Noel didn’t need me as much as I’d thought he did. He was wasting away. Just as Beau had. The sun is high up in the sky. And I’m standing by his bedside, hands tightened into fists by my sides as I look down at his unconscious figure. The dark splotches now completely cover the right half of his face, a poisonous ivy wrapping around his throat and wisping down underneath the neckline of his shirt. He has lost so much wei

“What were you thinking?” “What were you thinking?” I reply back, my eyes fixed on the bandage in my hands. I press my lips together as I unwrap the edge. “Give me your arm.” In the corner of my eye, I see a smile tinge his lips. His gaze stays on me the entire time as he rests his arm on my open palm, purposely keeping a bit of tension knowing that I wouldn’t be able to handle the weight of it by myself. The mark of fangs is so clear against the flesh that it makes me wince. It’s not deep, but it’s certainly not on the shallow side either. I hear the Alpha laugh. “A bit too much for you?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” I snap as I start circling the roll of gauze over the ravaged skin. The corners of my lips fall downwards. It looks like it hurts. A lot. A hand grazes the top of my head, fingertips skimming through my dark locks. I notice, but I can’t do anything about it with both my hands busy. I can only keep my mouth running, to try and distract myself from it. “That wolf,”

EZRA He cannot see. The Plague has taken his sight. And I see the panic come over him like a storm, the moment I go completely still. My own eyes are fixed on his, wide open. The shade of warm amber has been slashed into the dullest gray. His irises have turned to the same shade as his pupils. Two pools of ash. Noel’s hands instantly fly to his eyes, fingers pressing urgently into the grooves of bone. His breaths are stuck in his throat. I can hear the choked way that they rattle through his chest, as he presses and squeezes. His voice comes out tortured. “I-I can’t see.” His hands flail, catching against the heavy folds of the blankets wrapping his body. I finally snap out from my own daze when he nearly falls off the edge of the bed, both blankets and sheets already in a torn, ruined pile on the floor. My hand latches on his upper arm. He gasps. And I hear him whimper out a weak hello. His colorless eyes meet mine for a brief second, before unfocusing and flickering els

I jerk awake to the sound of a door crashing open so hard on its hinges that it nearly snaps into three pieces. “Blaise!” My drowsy eyes instantly stutter awake, my right still glued half-shut and the other slightly swollen from all the mugs of tea that I had drunk last night. The sheets are tightly wrapped around my legs, and my hair is a bird’s nest on top of my head. It’s the Alpha. It’s seven in the damn morning. And I am half-naked, in only my underwear. It had gotten so hot last night that I had thrown off my nightdress without a thought. Now it’s lying in an abandoned pile, much too far away for me to reach it. “Get out!” I screech, my cheeks instantly heating in a fiery blush as I rush to untangle the sheets and pull it over myself. His eyes widen, and I realize that they are now the ambient, striking gold compared to the ice-cold blue that I had seen yesterday night. He quickly stumbles back, his massive figure too large to handle the narrow door frame. I hear the

BLAISE“Noel.”“I’m f-fine,” He murmurs, as he catches himself heavily against the rotting bark of a thick oak. He keeps shifting between the line of his wolf and human, without his own will. His eyes gleam the same shade as the snow that covers the unforgiving terrain. His hand swipes weakly over his face. “I can see a little,” He whispers, as I latch onto his arm and swing it over my own shoulders. His eyes crinkle, before twisting loose again. He stifles a bittersweet sigh, hidden behind breathless laughter. “Shapes…and colors. A little.” “We’re almost there.” I say, tightening the collar of his cloak around his throat. “The Edge is just nearby, Noel. Do you think you can shift?” He nods forcefully. The Moon is now high above us. It’s the only thing that lights up the darkness and creates shadows in the dark of the Forest. But I can see the clearing ahead. It’s like a silver ocean, with all the unbroken snow laden thick. Silence everywhere. I’d been keeping an eye out for any