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The Last Box
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2026-06-27 01:05:33
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Bite my Tongue The Last Box
I think about the apartment. The mattress on the floor. The hot plate balanced on the crate. The landlord's notes slipped under the door. The life I am leaving behind. It is not much of a life. It has never been much of a life. But it is mine. The only thing I have ever had that belonged to me alone."No," I say. "No problem."He studies me for a moment longer, and I feel his gaze like a weight on my skin. Then he stands, buttoning his jacket, his movements precise and unhurried."My driver will take you back to collect your things. Pack only what you need. Everything else will be provided for you at the penthouse." He pauses at the door, his hand on the frame. "And Arielle? The suppressants. You'll stop taking them."My blood goes cold. "What?""You heard me." He does not turn around. "You've been abusing black-market blockers for years. Your scent glands are damaged. Your cycle is unstable. The estate physician will need to assess you, but the first step is stopping the poison you'v
Bite my Tongue The Heat Begins
That night, I cannot sleep.The bed is too soft. The room is too quiet. The penthouse hums with a silence that is louder than any noise, and every time I close my eyes, I feel the bond pulsing in my chest like a second heartbeat. Somewhere in this building—maybe in the room at the end of the hall, the one Mrs. Hartley did not show me—Kael Draven is sleeping. Or not sleeping. I cannot tell which.I get out of bed and walk to the window. The city glitters below, indifferent and eternal. I press my palm against the cold glass and think about the last time I was alone in the dark like this. The night before the river. The night before the bite. The night when I thought the only way out was down.I have not taken my suppressants since this morning.The thought creeps in, unwanted. It has been almost twenty-four hours since my last dose. Already, I can feel the difference. My skin is warmer. My senses are sharper. The scent of cedar and steel that permeates the penthouse is stronger now, mo
Bite my Tongue The Contract
The car ride back to the apartment is silent. Emery sleeps against my chest. The Beta doesn't speak. I stare out the window at the gray city and try to process everything that's happened in the past twelve hours. The bar. The stranger. The bite. The river. The rescue. The contract. The marriage I just agreed to. The apartment feels smaller when I walk back in. Smaller and darker and more pathetic than it ever has before. Maybe because I'm seeing it through different eyes now. The eyes of someone who knows she's leaving it behind. I lay Emery on her mattress and tuck the blankets around her. She murmurs something in her sleep—something about ice cream, about blue tongues—and my heart cracks open all over again. "I'm sorry," I whisper, brushing a curl from her forehead. "I'm so sorry, baby. For everything. For the river. For tonight. For all of it." She doesn't stir. I sit beside her mattress for a long time, watching her breathe. The sun is fully up now, pale light filtering thro
Bite my Tongue Terms and conditions
The office is enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a desk of dark wood, leather chairs that cost more than everything I've ever owned. Kael gestures for me to put Emery on the couch in the adjoining room, and I do, tucking the blanket around her small body. She stirs but doesn't wake. I press a kiss to her forehead and leave the door open.When I return, Kael is standing by the window, looking out at the city. His wet clothes are starting to dry, but he hasn't changed. He doesn't seem to care."You're a debt collector," I say. My voice is steadier now. The exhaustion has numbed everything. "That's what you do, isn't it? You collect debts for Draven Biotech.""I'm the heir to Draven Biotech," he says without turning around. "The debt collection is a small part of the empire. But yes. When a debt is significant enough, I handle it personally.""And my father's debt was significant.""Not particularly." He turns to face me. "But when my men reported that the debtor had fled and left behin
Bite my Tongue The Hand
A hand fists in my hair.Hard. Violent. Yanking my head back so sharply that I choke on river water."What the fuck do you think you're doing?"The voice is a snarl, low and furious and terrifyingly familiar. I thrash, trying to pull free, but the grip on my hair is unbreakable, an iron chain dragging me backward, dragging me toward the shore."Let me go!" I scream. "Let me go, let me—"Another set of hands—different hands, larger hands—pries Emery from my arms. She shrieks, a high, terrified sound that cuts through me like a blade, and I fight harder, clawing at the arm that holds me, kicking at the mud."No! Give her back! Give me back my sister!""Shut up." The voice is right against my ear now, hot breath and cold fury. "Shut your mouth before I shut it for you."I am dragged out of the water and thrown onto the muddy bank. I land hard on my side, my bruised ribs screaming, river water streaming from my clothes and hair. I gasp for breath, coughing up water, my whole body shaking
Bite my Tongue The River
The walk to the river takes an hour.I carry Emery on my back for most of it. She is not heavy—she is six years old and small for her age—but my bruised ribs ache with every step. I do not complain. I do not stop. The sun is rising now, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, but I barely notice. My eyes are fixed on the water ahead.The riverbank is deserted at this hour. It is a forgotten stretch of shoreline, far from the manicured parks and the pedestrian bridges, where the city's waste collects in the reeds and the water moves slow and dark toward the sea. A rusted chain-link fence marks the boundary between land and water, but someone cut a hole in it years ago, and no one ever bothered to fix it. I duck through the gap, Emery still on my back, and step onto the muddy bank.The sound of the river fills my ears like a lullaby. It would be so easy. So peaceful. Just walk in, and keep walking, and let the water do the rest.I set Emery down on the grass near the edge. She look
Bite my Tongue The Only Reason
ArielleLife has never been easy or good to me.That's not me feeling sorry for myself. That's just the truth. Some people are born into warmth—into mothers who smell like vanilla and fathers who lift them onto their shoulders and houses where the floors don't creak and the windows let in sunlight.
Bite my Tongue The Kiss
I remember the door opening. I remember lights. A bed. Then his mouth was on mine and nothing else mattered.He kissed like he was trying to crawl inside me.There was no softness. No asking. His tongue pushed past my lips and he swallowed my moan like he owned it. His hands were everywhere—in my h
Bite my Tongue The Hallway
The room was spinning.Not the slow, gentle spin of a few drinks. This was the kind of spin that told me I'd made a mistake three glasses ago and kept going anyway. My back pressed against something solid—a wall? A door? I couldn't tell. Everything was warm and blurry and wrong.But then I smelled
Bite my Tongue The Rusty Nail
I wait.The hours crawl past. Mrs. Delgado brings Emery home. I tell her I'm tired from work. I make dinner—macaroni and cheese, the powder clumping because I forgot to stir it. Emery eats hers with enthusiasm. I push mine around the bowl and pretend to take bites when she looks at me."Riri?" She
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