All Chapters of Beneath The Moons Bite: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Ollie's POVEventually I force myself out of bed and head toward the kitchen, mostly because if I stay alone with my thoughts any longer I might actually lose my mind.Voices drift through the apartment before I even hit the hallway.Luca.Adrian.I stop immediately."What the hell?"I walk into the kitchen to find Shane sitting at the island looking suspiciously awake while Luca casually steals bacon directly from a plate beside him. Adrian leans against the counter drinking coffee like he lives here now.I blink once.“What are you doing here?”Luca grins immediately. “Missed you too, sweetheart.”“I’m serious.”“They came by this morning,” Shane explains around a sip of coffee. “The girls let them in.”Anya points aggressively with a piece of toast. “To be fair, Luca threatened to die dramatically in the hallway if we didn’t.”“I stand by that choice,” Luca says.Eliana rolls her eyes. “He was being so loud we thought the neighbors were going to complain.”“I was worried about Rome

Meghan's POVMy daze becomes all-consuming.The noise of the apartment fades farther and farther into the background until it sounds muffled, distant, like I’m underwater while everyone else exists somewhere above the surface.I keep replaying last night over and over.Julien stepping closer.The look in his eyes.What could’ve happened if Ollie hadn’t stepped in.If he hadn’t noticed.If he hadn’t cared enough to come over at all.My stomach twists violently.And before I can stop it, my thoughts start spiraling somewhere darker.A memory claws its way forward—one

Meghan's POVAfter that conversation, we all stayed in the apartment for the rest of the day.No one really pushed anything.It was just… easy in a way I didn’t realize I needed. Soft laughter, random conversations, someone always moving between the kitchen and the couch like we were all trying to pretend the heaviness from earlier didn’t exist anymore.By the time Sunday rolls around, the sunlight outside is dull and lazy, filtering through the windows like the world is moving slower on purpose.Tomorrow is Monday.School.Reality.And yet I can’t focus on any of it.Because my brain keeps going back to Oliver.Ollie.Every time I try to think about anything else, he slips back in. The way he looked at me. The way he held me like it wasn’t even a question. The way my entire body seems to react before my mind can catch up.It doesn’t make sense.And that’s what scares me most.Because everything in me keeps whispering the same thing—there’s something more there.Something I don’t ful

Ollie's POVRain always made Boston smell wrong.Too much concrete, too much gasoline, not enough earth.Back home, storms smelled alive. Wet pine, damp soil, moss soaked through with cold mountain rain. Here, the city just smelled like flooded sidewalks and cigarettes outside bars.I stand near the apartment window watching water streak down the glass while Luca tears through our kitchen looking for alcohol we definitely don’t have.Friday again.One whole week since the bar.One whole week since Meghan.Which is exactly seven days longer than I’ve ever spent thinking about a girl this much.The week disappeared in a blur after that night.And honestly?I hate it.Because now that I know she exists, every day without seeing Meghan feels wrong in a way I can’t fully explain.Mate, my wolf reminds me constantly.As if I could forget.At first, I tell myself it’s fine.Normal, even.People have classes. Lives. Responsibilities.We’re not going to magically spend every second together ju