All Chapters of Alpha's Singer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I scream. Noel is torn away from me within a second. Both of us are dragged out by the scruffs of our necks from the haven underground, where I’d thought we’d be so safe in. Now the cold is everywhere, and being unprepared, it hits even worse. The snow is still deeply blood-red. Two. They are both high-ranks, right underneath the status of Beta. “Blaise!” “Shut up,” A wolf growls, swatting a heavy paw. Noel’s jaw slams shut. And I feel my blood run cold as the silver wolf mercilessly sinks his fangs into his shoulders, dragging him away to the farther edge of the crimson clearing. Noel cries out. I see rivulets of scarlet between his chestnut fur. My eyes turn feral. I lunge, straight for the wolf at least thrice my size. Both my claws and fangs are bared. I want nothing more than to bury them into his throat and tear it out of his— “Where are you so set on going, girl?” A howl breaks from my jaw as something pulls me backward. My body is too weak to resist— metal wraps

Hands around my neck. The fingertips squeeze, finding its way through to pressure the grooves of my throat. Whoever’s choking me is shrouded with shadow. The only thing that I see are two clouds of ash, streaked with dirt. Was that a smile, flickering in and out? I couldn’t tell. My own hands aren’t there when I call on them, to try and get this silhouette off of me. It’s like they are somewhere else, or not mine. Or simply glued to the ground, and I was nowhere near strong enough to move them a single inch. Then the fingertips suddenly turn to claws. The tips of them break flesh. Blood pours. My eyes fly open. Someone is holding my hands. And I’m on a bed, the back of my shirt firmly stuck to my skin with how much I’d sweat. My tongue sits like a ton of bricks in my mouth. It feels as if I haven’t spoken in the last decade. The Alpha holds me. His large hand is wrapped around both my wrists. His eyes are a steady stream of gold, brilliant yet haunting. He’s in bed r

Noel had pleaded with me to keep a low profile. It’s late afternoon. And I’m walking to my room, for a nice, refreshing nap after a garden walk with Noel. He was showing me all the secret spots around the Packhouse, and I’d made a mental list ranking my favorites. I make a note to make a trip back up to the balcony on the top floor, for some stargazing after putting the Alpha to sleep tonight. I turn the corner, pressing back a huge yawn. Then I meet eyes with the Alpha. Quickly, I shuffle back into the corner, cursing under my breath. I hear footsteps, echoing closer towards my direction. There’s an alarm blaring in my mind. Why was he here? Usually I’d never see him out in the halls during this time, because he was too busy working in his office or whatever. He was the number-one person that I could not be seen with right now. Especially after I’d heard all those threats in the dining hall. “Blaise?” I jump, forcing an awkward smile on my face as I look up into his bri

I glance to my left, before turning my gaze back to the night sky. I stare at the silver-encrusted, star-adorned Milky Way painting a streak down the pitch-dark sky for a couple seconds before frowning. Then I glance to my left again, side-eyeing the Alpha leaning against the wooden railing. His large hands are folded over one another, and his eyes are closed. The locks of his dark hair ripple in the winter breeze. This time, his eyes open to catch mine looking at him. “Am I prettier than the stars, Blaise?” I imitate throwing up. He laughs softly. “You’re ruining the moment,” I say. The audacity of him, to say something like that. “It’s hard to enjoy this view when you’re here.” “I’ll be quiet.” He murmurs, and I raise a brow as I turn back to the stretch of snow and forest below me. A fresh gust of wind takes my breath away. The Moon pours her silver down on the ground. It’s a cloudless night, and it’s easy to see the stars that cover the skies. He really is completely

He kills the wolf, soon after. But the damage has already been done. Surrounded by the corpses of his warriors, the Alpha stumbles. Blood pours relentlessly in thick, heavy rivulets, wetting the snow underneath him and pooling into a thin circle of red. I see the way each breath thunders through him. He’s too hurt. He wouldn’t be able to survive the next Challenger. Let this end. Let it stop here. Please. Next to me, Noel is murmuring under his breath. His amber eyes are shaking, fixed down on the seats below. I trace his gaze to see the Beta. His violet eyes lie on the trembling, weakened Alpha. There’s a strange expression on his face. It isn’t something that can easily be read. “Please, Ezra. Don’t do it. Don’t.” “Don’t.” Almost as if his pleas work, the Beta does not take the Challenge. Then the minute is over. The moment a clear sound of a silverbell echoes across the Arena, signaling the end of the Challenge, the Alpha collapses on the snow. He had only been sta