All Chapters of The Little Canary of the Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Brielle POV.The cold fear that had gripped me moments before began to fade, replaced by something far more chilling: a memory. It clawed its way out of the dark corners of my mind, sharp and unwelcome. That night. The screams that still echoed in my nightmares. The coppery smell of blood thick in the air. The wicked glint of steel catching the torchlight.And then, the image. My family. Sprawled on the ground, their eyes vacant, their lives snuffed out. I’d spent years shoving that sight down, burying it so deep I almost convinced myself it wasn’t real. But Elion’s words had been the shovel, digging it all back up with brutal clarity. My breath caught, a strangled sound escaping my lips. My hands flew to my mouth, trying to stifle the horror that threatened to spill out. My eyes widened, fixed on something far beyond Elion’s angry face.His hand settled on my shoulder, a surprisingly gentle weight. It grounded me, pulling me back from the edge of the abyss. He looked at me intently,

Brielle POV.We moved quickly, catching up to Elvie just as she reached her car, her hand already on the door handle. I plastered a sweet smile on my face, the kind that usually made people underestimate me."Elvie?" I called out, my voice light and friendly, forcing down the tremor of nerves.She turned, her annoyance immediately visible. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in Heza and me, a clear 'what do you want?' plastered across her face. But I didn't care. Her irritation was exactly what I needed."Hi," I said, stepping closer, Heza falling beside me. "We were just heading out, and we were wondering… would you mind giving us a ride? To town, maybe?" I widened my eyes, feigning innocence. "It’s just… we’re kind of stuck here, and I really need to get going."Elvie’s expression tightened. "Sorry," she said, her tone clipped and dismissive. "I’m busy. I have to go." She made to open her car door."Oh, but please," I insisted, stepping slightly in front of her, blocking her path

Brielle POV.I froze, the music and the flashing lights fading into a dull roar. My blood ran cold. I didn't need to turn around. I knew that voice. It was Renee. Elion's younger sister. The one who hated me with a passion that rivaled Elion's possessiveness. Her words, laced with venom, were a direct jab, a reminder of my perceived helplessness and Elion's control.Renee stepped closer, her voice laced with a cruel amusement that scraped against my nerves. "Oh my god! It's really you!" she said sarcastically when we faced each other.I clenched my fist and stared at Renee. It's been a while since the last time we saw each other, but to my amazement, she never changed...especially her treatment of me.‘She’s exactly the same,’ I thought, a bitter laugh echoing in my mind. ‘Still the same venomous snake, hissing insults from the shadows.’It had been years since we'd last seen each other, years since that tense family gathering where her disdain for me had been almost unbearable. Yet,

Brielle POV.I stiffened, my forced smile faltering for a split second before I plastered it back on. His hand on my waist felt like a brand, hot and unwelcome. I could feel his breath on my ear, the suggestive words sending a shiver of revulsion down my spine. ‘Ugh, gross. Get off me,’ I thought, trying to keep my expression pleasant. The alcohol was definitely making things fuzzy, blurring the edges of my thoughts, but it wasn't enough to mask the sheer creepiness of this guy.I tried to disengage, to subtly shift away politely, but he was persistent. He leaned in closer, whispering something more insistent, something that made me pull away slightly, my eyes scanning the crowd for Heza, for an escape. 

Brielle POV.I felt the car shift beneath me, a soft thud as I settled into the seat. Elion was driving. The low rumble of the engine vibrated through the frame, and the car swayed gently on the road. He was drunk—just enough to make his movements rougher than usual. When he helped me into the car, his hands trembled slightly, betraying the calm he tried to show.My eyelids fluttered open, catching his profile in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp and focused on the road ahead. That dangerous aura I’d always known was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. But now, beneath that edge, I sensed something else—a tension, a silent war raging inside him. Why?Then the memory hit me—the club, the chao