Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Singer: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

“All the drinking water comes from this?” I wave at the massive pool of snow-cold water. He nods, as I skim over the line of maids that are crouched around the edge. They ladle bowls of water into buckets, which they hoist over their shoulders and lug towards the kitchen. I see thirsty pups come and go, grabbing a drink before leaving to continue their playtime. This isn’t going to cut it. “This might already be contaminated.” I whisper, swallowing. “Will you order for the water supply to be divided? Into five pools, maybe. It needs to be boiled down before it’s safe to drink.” “I’ll let the servants know before nightfall,” He says. “Anything else, Blaise?” He had taken me to the water pool at the break of dawn. Twilight descends by the time I finish telling him everything I know. To keep the sick quarantined, and for Healers to wear thick cloth over their faces and hands when caring for them. Lemon juice or lavender oil, to cleanse hands. I’d honestly expected the Alpha to g

IRA I look down at Kavanah’s dress, laid out on my bed. It was so gorgeous. All the silken grooves, the details alive in each thread. It cost fortunes. Something an Omega like me would never wear. Something that I would only be allowed to touch, to tailor it for a higher-ranking wolf. It was fucking unfair. The cream-colored fabric would go so well with the rich auburn of my hair, more than that dead, pale-ash of Kavanah’s. It would fit my curves perfectly. Even the jewels on it, would make my skin glow brighter than the sun. I run my hands down the silk. My eyes glance towards the closed door to my room. I’d told the Head Maid that I’d be gone for a good hour to try and get this done for Lady Kavanah. Just for a minute. I sweep the beautiful dress off of the blankets. Then instantly, I start stripping out of my ragged, dusty maid clothes. The fabric feels soft and smooth against my skin, and I nearly moan out in pleasure as I step into the pool of creamy white. I quickly

I’m running down the corridors, in such a rush that I’m not even bothering to hush my echoing footsteps against the hall floor. Sweat beads on the side of my face. I’d never realized how truly far the Southern Nursery was from the Alpha’s chamber. I was late. So late. Time had flown while I was caring for Beau, with no clock in the nursery. I’d told myself that I’d just stay for a half hour to keep him company, but Beau’s condition was worsening. More than an hour had just slipped by like water while I was making sure he had everything that he needed for the night. Now it was way past dark out. Way past ten, which was when I was supposed to be in his chambers to sing him to sleep. I skid around the corner, screeching to a stop in front of the Alpha’s door. My hand is uncertain as I wrap it around the doorknob. The door is closed. Was he already asleep? I turn the knob so that it doesn’t make any noise. Then I softly push the door open, peeking inside the darkened room

NOEL I watch Blaise from a distance. Ever since Beau’s death a day ago, she hadn’t been herself. My fingers tighten around the windowsill as I watch her pluck down a withered daisy until all the petals lay abandoned on the grass. She mindlessly plucks another, adding the bare stem to the pile next to her. Her eyes are blank and unfocused. Worry lines my features as I see her scarlet eyes, plump and swollen from crying. Would she like it if I brought something sweet to her? Maybe I could snag a piece of cake from the kitchen. Deciding to do just that, I shift myself away from the window. I rub the base of my thumb against my temple, wincing. Then I’d go rest. I’d slept for twelve hours last night, but when I’d woken this morning, I felt like I hadn’t slept a single wink. Exhaustion weighs down on my body, but I just dismiss it as fatigue. It was just something I’d have to get fixed by tomorrow. Today was my only day off from servant work. And I’m about to turn the corner an

BLAISE It’s past sunset, nearing nightfall. I silently raise myself up from the chair, making sure to stay completely silent as I pad across the room. Noel’s soft, labored breathing is the only thing that fills the air. He doesn’t stir, as I carefully draw the edge of the blankets all the way up to his chin. One of the symptoms of the Plague was sleeplessness. I knew this from Beau, who had always gone to sleep with nightmares whenever I hadn’t sung to him. Knowing this, I would not let Noel spend a single night trying to fall asleep alone. After lighting a candle on the nightstand, I shut the curtains and wordlessly make my way out of the room. My heart shutters still, whenever I see the violet staining his cheeks. Every second I want to deny reality. The door falls close behind me with a click. And I lift my eyes, to see a bloodshot pair of shadowed violet eyes. I barely stop a scream from escaping my throat as I stumble backward into the frame of the door. The Beta sta