Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Singer: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

BLAISE Something shatters. My head is dull. The breaths constrict within my chest the moment I breathe them. It is the definition of winter, this pool. It is full of water, but it turns to ice the moment it touches skin. I’ve lost Noel. I’ve lost everyone. All this, for nothing. Then there’s a flare of warmth. An arm folds around my waist and clasps tight. Both my eyes flash open. And in the midst of the darkness, I see the barest tint of a silhouette. There’s a pulse of pure, unfettered strength. In a second, my body is pulled up like a soaked, limp ragdoll. I feel myself break surface, and only the tight sensation of an arm wrapped around my waist. I hear labored, uneven breathing. My eyes are glued shut— I can’t open them. Had the ice frozen my lashes together?“Blaise.”There’s not an inch of warmth left within me. The ground against my back is wet with cold mist, seeping through the back of my shirt like the fingertips of wraiths. My lips feel blue. My skin, pale an

BLAISE I remember humming a soft melody. I remember murmuring out a gentle tune, my voice coated with a warm sleepiness. I had been on that chair, next to his bedside. I’d had a foot resting on the bedframe, because my right ankle had been turning stiff. So I really don’t understand how I could’ve possibly ended up in this position. His hand is under my shirt, arm wrapped tight around my waist. I can feel his fingertips pressing into the plane of my stomach, close to my belly button. His other hand is wrapped in an equally tight grip around the curves of my shoulders. His arm is so thick that it swallows up the entire view of my throat. The sheets are coiled around my legs. My back is pressed against his chest, arched perfectly in a way that every inch of my skin is molded to his. I can feel the rhythm of his soft, even breathing against the line of my throat. I can even feel the tips of his dark locks, falling over his closed eyes and settling against the crook of my neck an

BLAISE The walls are covered in something dark. That’s the first thing I notice. I can tell that they used to be stone, and used to be the color of stone. But they have transformed into a surface that’s been caked with something over and over again, until all those layers mixed into one and nobody could no longer tell what had been underneath. The room is small. It’s cramped, so cramped that it feels as if it simply can’t contain Christian’s presence. His Dominance pours off of him in such heavy waves that it even makes me nauseous, even though I must be standing a good fifteen feet away and he hasn’t even noticed me. His Dominance fills up the air and pours through the crack of the door. There’s another wolf. A man, who looks slightly older than Christian. But his skin, which look like it used to be the shade of bronze, is so torn up that I can’t even tell. His dark locks are matted with thick, dried blood. Both his eyes are bruised and swollen to the point where I can’t even

BLAISE Um. Here’s the well. Will you let me leave now? “How do you use it?” He asks, in a voice that makes me wonder if he’s actually confused or if he’s really just playing with me. But it sounds real enough, and I press down all my bubbling annoyance into a dense block inside of my chest as I slowly pick up one of the ladles. “So this is a ladle,” I say, as nicely as I possibly can without sounding sarcastic. “You’re going to drink with it. And then you have to put it back into this pool, since you’ve put your mouth on it. The water’s always kept boiling so it cleanses it.” “Hm.” “This wasn’t in place when I was here,” He comments, as he casually takes a long sip. “I wonder who changed the system.” I hold my breath, that the person who had changed this up was actually me. “Uh, if that’s all you need, I better—” “Did you come up with it?” His sudden words take me by surprise. I stare at him, and he laughs deep in his throat as if my wide eyes had just confirmed his suspi

NOEL Two days had passed since I had last seen Damian Rouge. He had been talking to her. To Blaise. And I’d seen the look in his scarlet eyes. Even though I had been so far away when I had seen him, I had seen it. It had been the same look that he had held for Rell before he had mercilessly killed her and plunged her soul off the line of the Edge. He would come for her again. I could tell he wanted her. But why? “I can practically smell the anxiety off of you, Noel.” I turn, flinching in surprise. Ezra shifts off the bed, his violet eyes fixed on me as he moves the thick blanket to the side. The bottles of medicine clink uselessly between my hands. I’d thought he was asleep. I— “Stop messing with those, when you don’t even know what you’re doing with them.” The curves of my ears flush with heat. The retort that leaves my mouth is sharp and annoyed. “I do know what they are. The Healer told me, okay? He told me that this,” I point to a narrow, clear tube, filled to the