All Chapters of The Little Canary of the Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Brielle POV. A groan escaped me as I surfaced from a deep, alcohol-induced sleep, my head throbbing with a dull, insistent ache. The bed felt blessedly familiar, safe. I blinked my eyes open, the darkness of the room a stark contrast to the fuzzy haze clouding my mind. My room. Definitely my room.‘Shit! I fell asleep?’ The realization hit me with a wave of self-recrimination. ‘Damn it! How could I sleep through all that? In that situation!’ I scoffed inwardly, the absurdity almost making me laugh despite the pounding in my skull. My eyes traced the familiar contours of my room, shapes of furniture barely visible in the gloom.A glance at my bedside cloc

Elion POV.Elion stood there, frozen, staring at me. His eyes, dark and intense, scanned my naked form like a predator assessing its prey. The air crackled with unspoken tension, thick and heavy. Now or never, I thought, a thrill of recklessness coursing through me. I’m going all out tonight.I took a step closer, letting my body brush against his. His skin felt impossibly hot beneath my fingertips, sending shivers down my spine. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, he remained utterly still, a statue carved from raw desire and control. Then, a low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me."Brielle," he said, his voice dangerously low, "if you don't

Brielle POV.Elion’s body tensed against mine. I could feel his uncertainty ripple through him like a cold wave. ‘Oh God, not again,’ I thought, panic spiking through the molten heat in my veins. ‘He's pulling away, I know it.’ He always did this, second-guessing himself, treating me like some fragile thing that might break. But I wouldn't let him stop. Not this time. Not when every inch of me was aching, throbbing with this new, overwhelming need.His eyes met mine, wide with surprise and that familiar flicker of doubt. Before he could utter a word, I surged forward, my hands gripping his shoulders with a str

Brielle POV.My whole body felt heavy, but in a good way, like every part of me remembered his touch. Elion was asleep next to me, his breathing slow and steady. It was so different from the wildness we'd just shared. I kept my eyes shut tight, pretending to be asleep too. My mind was racing. ‘What did we just do?’ He had been so strong, so sure, saying I was his. Would he regret it when the sun came up? Would he pull back, remember he was supposed to be my guardian, not… this?The quiet in the room felt loud. All the things we hadn't said hung in the air, mixed with the smell of our lovemaking. I was so lost in my own worries, I almost missed it. A soft sound, like a sigh. Then, I felt it – a light

Brielle POV.Elvie scoffed, a harsh, dismissive sound. "Oh, he's protective, alright. But even Elion can't stop a war once it starts. Especially not when Silverfang's family feels their honor has been insulted. You've put him, and all of us, in grave danger, Brielle." She gestured wildly around the room, as if the very walls were closing in, amplifying the claustrophobic sense of doom. "This is more than just your issue now. This is about the pack's survival."My mind reeled, struggling to process the enormity of it all. Pack survival? All because of a petty fight... It felt so overwhelming, so terrifyingly real. The joy of the morning, the warmth of Elion's note, the lingering passion of the night – it all seemed so fragile now, threatened by this sudden, violent storm. My hands trembled slightly."What... wh