All Chapters of Alpha's Singer: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BLAISE It hits home. I feel the crunch of bone underneath my blow. It is the strongest blow that I have ever dealt anyone in my entire life, and I’m certain that I’ve done it. That the plan I’d thought would have zero chances of working had actually worked. The Rouge Alpha goes slack. He collapses heavily onto the cave floor, and Noel looks up at me with a surprised look in his amber eyes. The rock slips from my fingertips and lands with a heavy thud on the ground. I see the blood wetting his fur. “Noel!” “I’m fine.” He laughs, as I kneel over his wolven form. He licks my cheek, pretending like I hadn’t seen the way his expression had squeezed together with the pain when he had tried to get himself up. I throw both arms around him, burying my face into his chestnut fur. He coughs. “Are you sure—Are you sure he’s dead?” I look back. Damian Rouge is a cold, motionless figure on the ground. Blood slowly pools around where his head is. I wait a few heartstopping seconds, but

NOEL Save your breath. We’ll talk once we’re back at Shadow. His words revolve in my mind in an unending film. He’d told me to come to his room the moment that the Pack Healer had finished with me. Now I’m trudging down the halls, my steps even heavier than my heart slowly sinking down my chest. He had sounded mad. No, furious. He hadn’t said a single word to me the entire time he had brought me back to Shadow. I quickly touch my throat, wincing at the white bandages that climbed high up to my chin and covered the entire mass of my right shoulder underneath the loose folds of my shirt. I looked like I was trying to camouflage myself into the snow. I breathe, then come to a stop in front of a window. His room would be just around the corner. Taking a deep breath, I turn to the window and give myself a sharp scan. The glass reflects a weak, malnourished wolf, limbs a bit too lanky and amber eyes glowing hauntingly against pale cheeks. I quickly give my cheeks a couple of

Of how Ezra met Noel EZRA"I'll help."My eyes flicker down from the balcony towards the ground three stories below, at the sound of a delicate voice. It's the distinct voice of an Omega, soft and weak in the winter wind. An Omega, still out and wandering like a fool when there were only ten minutes left until the start of the Blood Hunt.He smiles at one of the lower-ranking, elderly wolves in the Shadow Pack, reaching out with both hands to slip the heavy load she carries onto his own arms.Nine minutes, now.Does he not understand that—"I have to go really soon, because of the Hunt." The golden-haired omega whispers, and my brows furrow as he quickly asks her where she stays. She points at the edge of the small houses near the Center Palace.I expect him to make an uncertain expression. There would be no chance that he would make it to the Forests in time for the brutal warriors to not find him."...okay!"My eyes ripple as I watch him hurry ahead. Even still, he continues to lo

BLAISE The dress makes me feel unlike the Omega that I really am. The Gathering is massive. It feels even larger than the year before, and even the year before that. Held on the Peaks of Azareth, the Gathering included thousands of wolves from all the Packs that were scattered across the Mountains and Forests of Ilea. Even the Packs who lived secluded, holed up in the most reclusive of places showed themselves at this time, once a year during the Gathering. The Peaks of Azareth was a gorgeous clearing that stretched out for miles on end, covered with grasses that stayed dark evergreen throughout the entire year. A thin sheen of white snow covers the grass, frosting it with a layer of ice. In the center, there lays a ring of tall stone pillars rooted into the ground. Ancient figures and characters mark indecipherable lines down the rock. Circlatrix. The Alphas are already there, with their mates. All the other members of the Pack are forbidden to come in, between the tight

Her eyes directly meet mine. And I see a feline smile upturn her scarlet lips, covered by a thin chiffon. Then as if she had clearly wanted me to see, her gaze slides over to Christian next to me. Christian doesn’t see. But I do. I see her run her gaze down his body in the most lustful way that anyone who would’ve seen her would know. But as if she’d cast some spell, no one knows. She gives me a deep, meaningful smile. I can practically hear her voice. He does not belong with you, ugly Omega. She is not the only one who looks at me this way. Practically everyone has their eyes fixed on me, like a ring of predators surrounding a weak prey trembling in the center. But I am not prey. I take my place next to Christian. And as if he can sense the shift in my aura, Christian gives me a knowing, amused look. His eyes always roam back to mine, every ten seconds. It’s as if nowhere else he looks pleases him.And after what seems to be an eternity of heavy silence, full of flickering