All Chapters of Bite: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I back away, but John just edges closer, a hungry grin on his face. He still looks like himself, but a darker version of who he once was: his pale skin has wrinkled and greyed. His brown eyes are now sunken in, dark, and empty, as if I'm staring into a bottomless pit. Still, if he wanted to fake being a real person, he could. Apart from that smell. The stench of death is like a robe on his shoulders, fluttering proudly around him. “Saint Claire.” His voice is a rough wisp, sending chills down my spine. “So we meet again.” “What the fuck?” I mutter, inching slowly back, but that only brings him slowly forward. “How is this possible?” “Because of he who makes it possible.” His voice rattles off the lockers. “Because of Nester Rist.” My wolf pounds against my chest, begging for relief, but I'm too scared to call him to the surface. I struggle against that panic; it locks my wolf deep within. Except, that has never happened before. I shiver, cold despite this locker room usually b

“Honestly, Olivia, I can’t lie to you. I do not understand why Roanna has taken this as far as she has.” Dillon seethes in the council office. He was sitting beside Principal Watson a second ago, but now he’s pacing after I asked if I could retake my test with him and the principal present. Principal Watson surprises me with a nod. “I had no idea she was going to fail you for a non-mandatory test. If I had known, I’d have put a stop to that nonsense immediately.” I feel like I’m holding my breath. “What about the rules? Me having to pass every class?” Dillon barks a laugh, and Principal Watson looks at him slightly concerned. “Olivia, we’ve been talking about canceling those rules for weeks now! You are the brightest student Lycroft has ever had. Do you know what that means? In 100 years, you are the only student with as high a GPA as you have. In fact, the only reason we haven’t stopped that horrible, old-fashioned punishment is because it’s been hard to get Roanna and Abel to g

The burning in my eye stops the second John turns to ash. Relief like never before washes over me. Even as the awful sting has subsided, the terrible memory of it has not. I wipe at my eye repeatedly, trying to dust away the horrible feeling. Metal clatters to the ground and I peer up to find that Talon has dropped the silver knife. The hand he used to wield it sizzles at his side. Worry causes me to stop caring about myself and zero in on my fragile packmate. I rush over to his side, take his hand, and watch him wince. His palm is bubbled and dark, with her blood crusting on the surfaces. I shiver and stare into his eyes. “Are you okay?” I ask hastily. Talon brings his good hand to my face. “Are you?! What did that demon spit in your eye?” “I'm fine,” I insist, turning his hand over in mine. It looks bad, but it's something Olivia could fix in the blink of an eye. Olivia. My breath hitches. We need to find her, and Axel. Only the goddess knows where John is heading nex

Night comes quickly. We make our way back to the CrestRidge house in silence. Or… maybe they’re silent, but my thoughts won’t shut up. I keep seeing that forest in golden ash. I keep feeling Axel’s finger in my pussy, his hot mouth around my nipple. My name, raw and desperate in his mouth. I want to think what we’ve done is simple, forgettable. But I know I will never forget what we did in that forest. And the forest will never forget it either. I flicker gold between my fingers, mesmerized by my newfound control. It’s the same gold that I used to kill Roanna. The same magic that shot out of me because of Axel’s touch. Axel. I dare to glance at him across the CrestRidge table, and I gasp as I find him already staring at me. His gaze flickers away, turning to Hunter as he fidgets with a mustard bottle. “Are you seriously saying we don’t have another option?” Hunter insists, looking at me. “Everest is dangerous. He kidnapped Clarissa.” Ryker hums in agreement, “And from what

For a horrible second, I think Axel is going to say yes. Everest planned this: He knew the boys would come. He wanted to get the three of us alone so Axel could trade me away. But Axel barks, “You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I’m handing her to you.” “Just a month ago that was your dying wish, wasn’t it?” Everest slides his gaze between the both of us. “Or has she finally gotten to you too?” Axel pulls me to his side, touch burning, and growls, “Fuck. Off.” “Huh,” Everest noises. He looks between the both of us again, and I can’t help but be a little anxious. I feel like he’s putting something together. Placing puzzle pieces I’m terrified for him to place. “I’m curious, Axel,” Everest starts again. “When did you become magic?” I tense, but if Axel is nervous, he doesn’t show it. “I don’t see how it’s your business,” he retorts. “Nester wants all the magic he can get. Consider this your interview.” “Tell Nester Rist he can fuck himself. He’s not getting me an