All Chapters of BITTEN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The minute the car stopped, I flew out like fire on gasoline. My heels hit the stone-paved driveway in rapid succession, echoing into the chilled dusk as I bolted toward the grand archway of the pack house. Dylan’s heavy steps thundered behind me, but I didn’t slow. I didn’t even breathe until I saw her.Inside the living room, chaos buzzed in the air, pack warriors loomed, and gasps filled the space like thunderclouds about to burst. My gaze cut through all of it until it landed on her, Kelly—seated on a couch, her face pale but alive, a doctor wrapping her foot.I crashed to my knees beside her, wrapping my arms around her as if letting go would break me. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry... I didn’t know—I couldn’t—” My voice splintered through sobs as my tears soaked her shoulder.Kelly hugged me tight, resting her chin on my head. “Kara Nox,” she whispered, “I’ve been through worse since I met your beautiful ass.” Her voice was soft but steady, and just like that, my heart settled in

The car eased through the crowded entrance like a blade slicing through fabric. Dylan’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, jaw tight. I sat beside him in silence, eyes fixed on the swarm of bodies that moved like a restless tide across the field.The space was packed.Pack members lined every inch of open ground, their voices rising in anticipation. Wolves, elders, and dignitaries from neighboring packs had come to witness blood. To watch me bleed—or win. The field had been transformed; strung lights glowed softly in the approaching dusk, casting gold over the makeshift arena where someone would lose everything tonight.Dylan looked at me. I caught his gaze for only a second, but it was enough.There was so much in his eyes—worry, anger, pride, love. I couldn’t hold it. I looked away first.He parked further from the crowd, taking a more secluded route, ever protective. I stepped out of the car and inhaled deeply. The air smelled like cut grass, sweat, tension, and pinewood

Kara’s povTiffany’s wolf growled, deep, low, threatening.She wasn’t pacing anymore. She was ready to lunge.I stood there, blood leaking from the stab wound in my side, my legs barely holding me up. Everything was spinning, too fast, too loud. The roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum, like I was underwater.This was it.One mistake. One slow second. That’s all it would take to end me.Across the cage, Tiffany’s wolf bared her teeth. Her grey coat bristled, her eyes burning with one clear goal, rip me apart.I could hear Dylan’s voice somewhere behind the noise. Yelling my name. Screaming for me to fight. But my head was full of static. My thoughts drifted to everything that led to this moment. The girl I used to be. The fight to get here. All the blood, the pain, the lies.Is this how it ends?I didn’t know if it was the blood loss or the fear, but my knees gave out. I dropped hard to the ground. Gasps echoed around the cage. Dylan’s scream ripped through the air, desperate and r

KARAThe first thing I felt was warmth, soft, steady, and deeply familiar.The scent that curled into my lungs was rich and unmistakable. Sandalwood and cedar. Faint smoke. Him. My eyes peeled open slowly, the ceiling above me swimming in a soft blur before sharpening into focus. I was back. Back in our room at the pack house. Everything was quiet except the faint hum of the walls and the rhythmic beat of water striking porcelain. My head throbbed with a dull ache, a whisper of war still pulsing at my temples, but I was alive.The memory came in flashes, I had killed a pure blood. I won.I turned my head, the sheets shifting under me as I took in the room.Golden light filtered through the thick drapes. The bedding smelled like us, like sleepless nights, snarled sheets, and whispered confessions. But it was the sound of water that pulled my attention. Steady, strong.The bathroom door creaked. And then he stepped out.A single towel clung to his hips, low enough to make me forget ho

Dylan's POV Seeing them here made my blood boil. I wanted them both gone, far away from my mate. The fact that Nia had once tried to take Kara's life burned through me like wildfire. It took everything in me not to shift and tear her to pieces in front of everyone.My wolf was restless, pacing just beneath the surface. We felt challenged. That the woman who had nearly killed our mate was walking around unpunished was a direct insult. And worse, she dared to smile like nothing had happened.Then I noticed Theon. His pathetic little wave toward Kara didn’t go unnoticed. She ignored him completely, of course. My mate’s life was being threatened under my own roof.I had plans for Nia. And when I was through with her, she would never dream of playing the bitter bitch again.Alpha Deric had me cornered in small talk for thirty agonizing minutes. The formalities, the hollow congratulations, the ceremonial handshakes, they were all distractions I barely tolerated. The moment I could slip aw