All Chapters of BITTEN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The scent hit me first. Cedarwood—warm and sharp—cutting through the artificial gloss of cologne and perfume that filled the hall. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath it, a thread of something raw and wild curled into my lungs. And then I saw him.He walked through the double doors like the room belonged to him, dressed in black-on-black—his collared shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing the ink etched into his skin like it had been branded by fire and fury. Every step was precise, deliberate, as though he was stalking prey.Me.Conversations stalled. Heads turned. A ripple of tension spread across the room like a slow-moving storm. But I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My heart stammered against my ribs, caught between fear and the kind of desire that set bones on fire.In one breathless moment, he was in front of me.Dylan didn’t speak. Didn’t ask.He yanked me from my chair like I was his to claim—and kissed me.Right there. In front of the entire table. In front of the world.His mouth

“We have gathered here today to witness history,” Old Man Gasper began, his deep voice ringing through the grand ceremonial hall like a war drum. “The Moon Goddess has proven once again why she is the deity of the wolves.”Silence fell like a veil over the vast, candlelit chamber. Not even a whisper dared interrupt the weight of the moment. The flickering flames cast golden shadows on the stone walls, and above us, the crescent window bathed the room in ethereal silver light.“Tonight,” Gasper continued, “we recognize the chosen one for my son, Dylan. Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and welcome my son and daughter to the stage.”A wave of thunderous applause surged through the room as Dylan reached for my hand. His touch was warm—firm—but it did little to calm the chaos twisting in my stomach. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird.We walked together up the velvet-draped steps, a thousand eyes glued to our every move. I lifted my chin, pretending calm, but my gaze wa

Dylan's POVThe night air was cool, but she burned against me.Kara sobbed in my arms, her face buried in my chest, and I held her like she was all that tethered me to the earth. Her tears soaked through my shirt, but I didn’t care—I’d let her cry for hours if that’s what she needed. She was safe now. And I’d make damn sure she stayed that way.Minutes passed. The silence was broken only by the steady hum of the city outside the window and the soft, broken breaths she released against my skin. Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look up at me, her lashes wet, her eyes glistening like the sea after a storm.God, those blue eyes could ruin me.We sank down onto the mattress together. She curled into my side, her body small and fragile in the massive bed. I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, the gesture more sacred than I expected it to be. My fingers ran gently through her hair as she found her breath.“How did you know?” she asked quietly, her voice hoarse.I explained it

DYLAN’S POVThe entire ride, I felt her curiosity. It wasn’t just a flicker—it stormed through the mate bond like a hurricane slamming into my chest. One of the twisted gifts of the bite—your mate’s emotions become yours. There’s no filter, no distance. And Kara? She was a whirlwind.Anxiety, hesitation, confusion. They rolled off her in violent waves, choking the air inside the car. I reached for her hand, silently grounding her. When the pack house finally came into view—tall, grey, and looming like a fortress against the cold skies—she turned to me, voice soft and unsure. “Dylan…”I met her gaze briefly, my hand tightening around the steering wheel before I spoke. “Relax, babe. You have to face them one way or another.”My tone was calm, collected—but the wild flicker of fear in her eyes told me my words had done nothing to soothe her. Her lip trembled slightly, and she looked away.“I don’t think I’m ready yet…” she whispered. Her voice cracked, and that was it. My wolf stirre

His grip tightened on my wrist, and without a word, I followed.Not because I wanted to.Because his touch felt like a chain to something inside me I wasn’t ready to sever.We stepped out into the quiet hall, footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The tension between us—thick, raw, buzzing with restrained fury—crackled in the silence like lightning before a storm.And then, without warning, Dylan threw me over his shoulder.“What the hell, Dylan! Put me down!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his back. My voice ricocheted down the corridor, but he didn’t flinch. Not even a pause.“Dylan, I swear—!”He smacked my ass.I gasped.The sting burned through the thin fabric of my dress, and so did the heat pooling low in my belly. Bastard.I barely caught sight of where he was taking me—spiraling stairs, cold stone walls, shadowed hallways laced with distant murmurs and flickering sconces—until we reached a tall wooden door. He kicked it open, stalked in like a storm, and finally