บททั้งหมดของ Bite: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

My head hurts. Everything hurts. I rise, groaning. Once the sun hits my face, I wince and bury myself under the comforting citrus-scented sheets. Hold on… Citrus? I startle up, looking around, only to find that I'm not anywhere I remember. What happened last night? My chest tightens with familiar panic, and I hurl myself out of bed.My throat stings. I rub the bruises there, and only then do my memories come rushing back to me. The party. Axel assaulting me. Clarissa drugging me. Hunter… Oh my Goddess, Hunter. “No, no, no, no, no…” I panic. How could I have been so stupid? Kissing him? Asking him to sleep with me?And that power I felt… what was that?Not to mention my dream about Axel. My wetness is now dry on my underwear, and I cringe. Axel? Really?That drug must have been insane. I should have never trusted Ryker or come here. A knock at the door causes me to freeze. I brace myself, but then Hunter’s unsure voice calls from the other side, “Olivia?” I gul

This is not a kiss. It tastes like stale alcohol and misery, but if Talon dies, it’ll hurt Hunter, and I feel very responsible for Hunter. Plus, I can’t handle any more death in my life after losing humans. I blow air into Talon’s mouth, praying and hoping it does something, anything. He doesn’t even move. “That’s enough.” Axel sounds like he’s ready to end my life. If I were smart, I would back away now and let a doctor take over. But this boy could be dead by the time an ambulance arrives. I come up for air, doing chest compressions as if it’s my own life that depends on it, not his. “Come on, you stubborn wolf,” I mutter. The rush of power I felt earlier bleeds into my fingertips. Every push into his chest feels like I'm pushing life back into him. I’m definitely imagining things. But then Talon groans softly, the most subtle sign of life. Hope flutters in my chest. I bring my mouth to his again. This time, I feel something. It’s that same fire that brimmed in

“We should not be having this fight.” I’m trying to keep my voice steady for Talon’s sake, but Axel is being difficult, even more difficult than usual, and I might just scream.“Exactly, Hunt. We should not be fighting about a human girl. You let her stay the night. You broke the rule.” He huffs, crossing his tattooed biceps.“Maybe she wouldn’t have had to stay the night if you hadn’t strangled her and opened up the party to bully her!” “She was perfectly fine if she had time to fuck you.”How many times do I have to explain this to him? “We didn’t sleep together.” Ryker strolls in. “You didn't? So I can still win?” His hopeful voice is muffled by his helmet. He crosses over to Talon and falls into the chair beside him. I groan, face-palming myself. I forgot entirely about our stupid deal. But bet or not, I’m just glad Ryker took it upon himself to get Olivia back to campus. He pulls off his helmet, shakes his blonde hair, then faces Talon. “You okay?”Our fourth member lo

I will not be a victim my first day.I dress to impress: putting on some concealer to cover the bags under my eyes and my bruises, then I draw sharp eyeliner. I apply blush, lip gloss, and tie my hair back with a ribbon.Once I put on my iron-pressed uniform, and pack my homemade ham sandwiches for lunch, I contemplate not wearing Ryker’s ring, but I can’t resist swinging it over my head. His smoky vanilla scent floods me. I eventually talk myself into leaving, making it to class with only a minute to spare.The moment I burst into Defense and Danger 101, I know I’ve made a mistake with wasting so much time.Dillon is already on his feet, the class full, and every single eye in the room turns to face me.I gulp.I catch Clarissa’s icy eyes almost immediately, in front of Ryker. She leans over and whispers something to one of her friends. A second later, thanks to her, the rest of the class joins the gossiping. It takes all my strength not to bolt out of the room.“Enough.” Dillon sna

I am not attracted to Olivia. I am not attracted to Olivia. I am not attracted to Olivia. But my cock sings a different tune. The second I’m out of class, it springs back up. “Fuck this,” I propel down the corridor, sick to my stomach from what I just did: in a class of all places. What if my scent spiked? What if my eyes changed? What if… “Parker.” The familiar voice stops me in my tracks, even before her glimmering piercings do. I turn around to find an old acquaintance resting against the lockers, the remnants of the vape she smoked hanging in the air. She crooks her pierced brow at me, those cat-like eyes trying to tear me apart. If anyone can do it, it’s her. Our history has tied us in… odd ways. “You okay?” she asks, nonchalant as ever. “Just need to breathe.” My voice is so strained that it’s not a lie. “Huh.” She pushes off the lockers, eyeing me head-to-toe. The second she faces my trousers, I freeze. “Goddamn.” She whistles, coming over to me with a sly grin. “Y