Matilda The Musical Alphabet Song Novels & Stories

The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable – it was heavy with something unspoken, something waiting to be unearthed. Then, so softly I almost missed it, she hummed. The melody was faint at first, barely carried on the wind, but it sent something skittering through my chest. Recognition. It was an old song. One we used to sing as pups beneath the open sky, a song of the pack, of belonging, of home. Sophia’s voice came unsure, as she tried to recall the words. “Under the moon, where the river runs wide…” she started, then slowly stopped, her brows drawing together.

Danielle asked eagerly. "Of course! I'll sing it for you tomorrow!" Matthias replied confidently. He did not want to disappoint his daughter, so he planned to learn the song that night. Alpha tried to hold back his laughter and was practically shaking. He thought about telling the other Unbreakables that Matthias was about to sing a nursery rhyme. He was certain they would gather again in New Avalbourne if they found out!

" I drag a cart towards the aisle we are in and drop a few cans of coca cola into it. Miranda comes back with snacks and candy. We basically fill the shopping cart with junk, then we pick up one carton of milk, a bag each of sugar and flour, then we check out. As Miranda and I are walking out, I hear her singing. The song is a preschool rhyme but the lyrics are different. I listen carefully to her. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, wanna hit you with a car. Drop you from a tree so high, hope you break your neck and die."

"A surprise? What kind of surprise?" "They gathered all the young pups from the children's wing," Jenny explained, clapping her hands together happily. "The children have prepared a special song and a beautiful flower arch to welcome you both. They told us to fetch you right away so you can see it and get into position before the King finishes signing his scrolls. They want it to be a complete shock for him!" I paused, a small spark of doubt hitting my mind. I looked back over my shoulder at the grand table. Kieran was still deep in discussion with Marcus, pointing at a map on the scroll.

I’d hidden in the furthest corner of the estate, certain I was going to die there. Then, Ethan appeared. He held a black umbrella, standing before me as silent as a king from some ancient myth, shielding me from the cold, endless rain. "Poor little wolf, left all alone," he’d said, his voice softer than anything I'd ever heard. Back then, I hated all Alphas. I glared at him with nothing but hostility. But he just shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over my shivering shoulders, and lifted me into his arms. "The Moon Goddess never makes a mistake," he said softly, his eyes on the faded mate mark on my wrist. "She was simply correcting a mistake."

My head snapped up. “Holy shit.” My mom furrowed her brows, and Carly turned to me. “You said a bad word.” I winced. “Sorry baby.” I patted her head. “I’m just excited.” She looked at the jumbled letters. “Is this what we were looking for?” She scrunched up her little face and then looked back at me. “I don’t understand it.” I laughed. “It’s a code. I’ll teach it to you.” I pulled out a random paper and flipped it over. I wrote the alphabet in two lines, matching the letters on top of each other. A over N and M over Z. “Then you just swap the letters.”

Amelia I’m sitting on the sofa across from Molly in her armchair. She studies the letters I’ve written down for her. She sounds out the letters separately for “t”, “h”, and “e”. “T and H together make the sound, ‘th’,” I explain, while I practice the boxer braid from one temple to the opposite ear. Molly tries sounding out the word again. “The!” she finally exclaims when she realizes what word she’s reading.

The child was still crying—too young to contain such overwhelming emotion. “What song did I teach you to sing when you can’t stop crying? Can you sing it for me?” Arthur gently asked. Sniffling, Peri began to sing. “Mama bear loves to sing… Eating sandwich mama bake… hic” Hilda’s heart skipped a beat. She recognized the song immediately. Back at home, she used to sing that exact tune in her room. It came from a children’s book—one written by her former nanny, who often read it to her and turned it into a lullaby.

"Dana, you must be sure to not make a mistake else......." "It's in the prophecy Alpha." I paused. "Dana this is definitely not the time to play one of your sick games......." Before I could complete my statement she reached into the pouch lying on her lap and pulled out a scroll. She flung it at me. "Open it and take a look." She dragged in her husky tone. "I know you think I'm a crazy lady Ty but I do not joke with matters concerning the pack's safety." I opened the scroll.

"A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V" The atmosphere should have been so deadly if only Hero was not a real-time crazy, his mood swings are extreme. Just like right now. Look at him, he's singing the alphabet song! He's still holding my wrist of course, and I'm still tagged behind him. The shoe scratches that resounded at my back are no longer present, it gradually ceased plus the noise of this kid in front of me somewhat overpowered the sound.