All Chapters of My Singing Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IsobelAs I walked closer to Ryle standing by the road, my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. After days of replaying our encounter in my mind, I finally saw the person who had saved me. Thoughts of Ryle had consumed me, leaving me worried and saddened by what had happened to him. But now that the moment I had longed for had arrived, I felt a whirlwind of emotions.Approaching him, I noticed the band-aid still on his cheek and the bruises that adorned his face and arms, remnants of the incident that had brought us together. Despite the visible scars, there was a certain allure about him, a ruggedness that made my heart skip a beat. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a physique that I couldn't help but find attractive, though I quickly shook off those thoughts."Are you alright?" I stammered, caught off guard by his presence."You're not dreaming, you know. It's really me," Ryle said, his voice pulling me out of my reverie.I felt embarrassed when Ryle spoke, snapping m

IsobelI felt a sinking sensation in my stomach as the Blondies quickly closed in around Lorrie and me. My day took a turn for the worse with their sudden appearance, catching me completely off guard. Lorrie seemed just as surprised as I was, scrambling to move and calling for help from the shop owner, but one of the Blondies blocked her path."Where do you think you're going, Lorrie?" one of them taunted."Come on, guys, don't be so cold. We're just here to chat," Lucy chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain as they looked us up and down.Their gazes lingered on me, their expressions twisted with disgust, particularly aimed at my simple jeans and plain white shirt. I knew my outfit wasn't anything special, but their reaction still stung.Lorrie, sensing my discomfort, erupted in anger. "What do you need from us? Why did you have to ruin our peaceful day?"“Ruin it?” Lucy acted innocent. “But we haven’t done anything. Well, not yet.”"Excuse me! We need some assistance around here!”

IsobelThe anticipation for Ryle's party was palpable as we planned to arrive early to avoid drawing unwanted attention. Lorrie, Scott, and I had agreed to meet up at Mrs. Potts's cafe beforehand to get ready together. Mrs. Potts, always a motherly figure to us, had offered to close the cafe in the afternoon to lend us a hand.Then, we heard someone knock on the door.“That must be the makeup artist I hired for this event,” Lorrie exclaimed, and she was right. A woman arrived carrying her makeup kits. Lorrie introduced the artist to us and started applying some magic to alter our appearance a bit for the event.But our excitement turned down the moment the artist started her work. I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy as she kept making snide comments disguised as jokes about our appearance. Scott and Mrs. Potts seemed uncomfortable too, yet they did not say anything.Finally, it was my turn."Wow, your skin could use some serious help," she quipped as she applied foundation to my fac

Ryle Shannon and I both complied and went outside the room. As we headed to the venue where everyone was waiting, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. This year's event seemed to carry a different energy. Following the same routine as last year, I found myself in front of the camera for a photoshoot. The concept may have changed, but this time, I felt a newfound confidence exuding from within me, accentuated by the elegant suit I wore. Each smile I flashed was genuine, fueled by thoughts of Isobel. Even the photographers seemed taken aback by this transformation, their compliments ringing in my ears. "Great job, Mr. Ryle. Great shots. You may now enjoy your party. Happy Birthday," the head of the photography team congratulated me then allowed me to mingle with the other guests. Among the familiar faces, I spotted our close relatives. Their warm greetings added to the joy of the occasion. As I made my rounds, exchanging pleasantries, one voice stood out among the rest.

RyleThe moment Isobel's name was announced, my chest pounded hard. That was definitely unexpected.Confusion spread across my face. Everyone was curious about who Isobel was and waiting for her to appear.I turned to my sister to ask for help. Shannon was smart enough to handle the situation right away. She discreetly went to talk to the party organizer.“Come on, Shannon. Do something,” I whispered to myself.My concern for Isobel only deepened. Her social status wasn't a secret to me; I'd known about it from the start. Seeing her working as a waitress in the café to support herself, always dressed in plain shirts and worn-out pants on campus, made it clear that she didn't come from privilege. Despite her beauty, her humble attire and demeanor hinted at the financial challenges she faced in life.Any gesture from Isobel, no matter how simple, would have warmed my heart. But I knew all too well that my guests were likely to judge her based on her gift. It infuriated me how they value