All Chapters of Bite: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Shock freezes me to the spot. Alpha Rick and Marjorie say more things, things I should probably be listening to, but I can't. My brain buzzes with static. There’s too much to process, from fated mates to the boy from the fire—when there’s only one boy I've ever known who survived a fire—to this Nester Rist character. My fingers dig into the wall of the school, trying and trying to make sense of it all. “Hunter?” I startle, throwing my hands up. It takes me a second to understand that I know the voice that spoke to me. I turn to find my father staring at me. “Dad,” I breathe out, grateful for him. But does he know all about this too? He did give Olivia her letter, even as Marjorie says he was just trying to help. What if, in some way no one knows, Dad is part of this? “Hunter, are you okay?” my dad asks, soft as ever. My shoulders drop. My dad would never be part of something like this. He couldn’t keep a secret if he tried. “I’m fine, I just… I’m fine,” I say, even though my

Talon’s kiss is barely a kiss, just a brush of his lips over mine, but it doesn’t stop me feeling as hot, as desperate, as Hunter or Ryker’s does. I don’t lean in. I barely move. I need him to control this, whatever this is. His hands leave my waist, and gently cup my cheeks. He pulls me back, looking into my eyes for any sign of uncertainty. Does he really think I’m the one between the two of us who wouldn’t want to do this? “Please,” I whisper, and the conflict in his eyes disappears. He pulls me toward him again, grunting as his lips collide with mine. He stills like that a moment, then, slowly, he moves his lips against mine. My fingers run through his hair like I’ve always wanted to, and I finally allow myself to pull him closer. I feel a burst of desire when his dick hardens, as carefully as his kiss. “Olivia,” he breathes, his voice low. He brushes his nose against mine, and it's more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. “Talon, just kiss

Apparently, getting stabbed saves me from having to go to that cursed school today. Hunter texts me the details of the mandatory break, following it up with, “I hope you guys are okay?” I update him as much as I can without texting about Talon’s trauma or all the things the Darlington parents revealed to me. It’s still problematic enough for him to call me. The second his name pops up on my screen, I pick. “Hunter, hi.” I whisper. I’m on the floor where Talon and I spent the whole night. He’s still asleep on my shoulder, white hair brushing my hand, so I press the phone between my shoulder and ear. “Livvy.” He sighs, like he’d been waiting to hear my voice. I’m too drained to feel the giddiness I’ve become used to feeling around him. “What do you mean you’re in his parents' house?” Hunter insists. I shrug, “He brought me here yesterday. He told me this is the only place with a library big enough to give me the information I need.” Talon conveniently left out the fact that I wo

I have to pretend everything is fine. Not like I made a deal with a devil. Not like I can feel myself breaking apart piece-by-piece. Not like everything since Olivia entered my life has turned upside down. But like I’m fine. The break passes too fast, almost like rest is running away from me. And soon I’m back in history class. Luckily, I’m not the only one who seems off; my entire pack is in disarray: Ryker to my left, who hasn’t talked to me or stopped fidgeting in minutes. Hunter to my right, who looks straight at our teacher, his jaw clenched as he avoids me. Talon in front, surprisingly, in class and taking notes, which might actually be stranger than both Ryker and Hunter’s reactions. And Olivia. Sat beside Talon, paying close attention to every word out of the teacher’s mouth, with her full, soft, curled hair, and olive skin, and wide eyes narrowed so she can focus. I swore not to look at her, but when I do, I can tell she’s not actually listening like she seems: h

I barge into Roanna’s office without knocking. Her dead-leaf pheromones instantly tickle my nostrils. I would cringe away if I wasn’t as pissed as I am. “Mr. Parker, you frightened me!” she cries. I slam my hand on her desk, knocking over some statues. “I’d like to see Olivia’s test.” Roanna’s pursed lips purse more, and it only makes me squeeze the paper Olivia wrote for me with vengeance. “What does that have to do with anything?” she asks humbly, and a growl builds at the back of my throat. When she realizes I’m not playing, she rolls her eyes and, without a word, she stands and heads over to some lockers at the back of the office. My mind reels. Why am I so mad? Olivia is nobody. I shouldn’t give a fuck if her results were tampered with. But the paper in my hand fills me with guilt. She isn’t just any random girl; she’s a girl with love, with a father, with resilience. I don’t know if it was being in her head for once, and not the other way around, or if it's the strange,