All Chapters of The Little Canary of the Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Brielle POV.He shifted slightly, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my neck. A slow, mischievous smile spread across his face. “Speaking of discomfort,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Are you… okay? Any lingering discomfort from last night?”My cheeks flushed instantly, a wave of heat rising from my chest. I could feel the blush spreading across my face. “Well,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. “Y-yes, actually. A little.”His smile widened, a glint of pure mischief in his eyes. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear. A shiver traced its way down my spine. “I’m sorry I was so rough,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “I was… overwhelmed.”My blush deepened, and I could only manage a small, breathless, “It’s okay.”He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound. “The first time,” he whispered again, his lips trailing lower, sending another wave of heat through me, “was probably… intense. But the

Brielle POV. The first rays of dawn were beginning to paint the sky in hues of soft pink and gold when Elion stirred. The full moon, a brilliant orb just hours before, was beginning its descent.“Stay still,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble against my ear, when I stirred, confused by his sudden movement. He was already pulling on his pants, his movements efficient and practiced. “I’ll be back later…”I nodded, my limbs heavy, my eyes still glued shut. I had no strength to open them. Elion lies! He told me, after the first time making love, the second time wouldn't be painful. Right now, my whole being is sore! But even like this, my heart is so happy. Elion can't get enough of me. He loves every part of my body! Finally! The man I thought I couldn't have is now making

Brielle POV.Kael’s jaw tightened slightly. "Not to this extent. Not with this level of aggression. Elion suspects it might be connected to the tensions with Silverfang, but he needs to be sure." He started the engine, the low rumble a comforting sound in the growing darkness. "He wanted to make sure you were safe, Brielle. That's why he sent me."His words, meant to reassure, only amplified my concern for Elion. He was out there, facing unknown dangers, while I was being driven to safety. "I hope he'll be alright," I murmured, looking out at the darkening trees.Kael met my gaze in the rearview mirror. "Elion is strong," he said, his voice firm. "He'll handle it. He always does."His confidence was reassuring, but a part of me still worried. 

Brielle POVThe car ride to the pack house was a blur of fear and frantic hope. Kael drove with a focused intensity, his usual calm replaced by a grim determination. I sat in the back, cradling Elion, my hands still slick with his blood. His breathing was shallow, his skin unnervingly cold. Each bump in the road sent a fresh wave of panic through me. I whispered his name, pleaded with him to stay with me, my voice thick with tears and the raw terror of losing him."Hold on, Elion," I choked out, pressing my forehead against his. "Please, just hold on."Kael didn't say much, his attention fixed on the road, but I could feel his tension, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.Finally, the car screeched to a halt. "The pack hospital," Kael announced, his voice t

Brielle POV.I watched, my heart pounding, as his Adam's apple bobbed. He swallowed.He’s drinking it.Hope sparked inside me. It was working. I repeated the process. I bit my wrist again, letting the blood flow, gathering it in my mouth, and then giving it to him. Over and over. Each swallow felt like a small win, a step away from losing him.After what felt like forever, I pulled back. My body felt weak from losing so much blood, and my mouth tasted like metal. I looked at the machine next to his bed. The frantic beeping of his heart started to even out. The lines on the screen, once shaky, became smoother, stronger.A weak smile touched my lips, tears blurring my vision. It was working. I had saved him. My blood, the thing I had always hated, the thing that had caused my parents’ deaths, was now saving him. It was a gift. A true gift.I sank into the chair next to his bed, my legs too weak to stand any longer. I gently took his hand. His skin was still cool, but a little warmth see