All Chapters of Bite Me Harder, Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1: Sienna

Most people in Harrowgate know better than to mess with werewolves.Not me.They dominate my hometown. The packs control all illegal activities. If something illegal happens in Harrowgate, you can bet a werewolf is behind it or getting a cut.Some people pretend not to see it. Others complain that they have too much power. Me? I want to understand them.Modern anthropology has been most intrigued by werewolves since the emergence of the supernatural world twenty years ago. They recover from fatal injuries, transform quickly, and are inherently dangerous.Unlike humans, werewolves resort to violence. They struggle for dominance, control, and partners.And I am obsessed.My study of them is similar to how others study civilizations. I am familiar with pack hierarchy, rankings, and Alphas. I'm writing about post-Exposure integration and its mythological roots. My advisor believes I'm brilliant. My family believes I'm crazy.And the Revenant Pack? They're the apex predators of this city.

Chapter 2: Kieran

I turn back to my drink, swirling the last of the whiskey in my glass and letting the burn settle deep in my stomach.This is a mistake.Every girl like her walks in here hoping, praying, begging for attention from a wolf. Fucking reckless.I should send her away, make an example of her for wearing silver into my territory like a taunt, or remind every human in this room exactly what happens when you play games with predators.But my wolf, Owen, won’t let me look away.The word slams through my skull, primal and wrong. My wolf has never claimed anything. Not a territory beyond what duty demands, not a female beyond what my body needs. Claiming is for mated pairs, for wolves who’ve found their other half.Humans can’t be mates. The science is clear and has been since Exposure. Humans don’t survive a claiming bite.They never have.So why the fuck is my wolf snarling that word?I down my drink, and Maddox catches my eye, nodding toward the girl. Sienna. Even her name tastes dangerous on

Chapter 3 : Sienna

The music dies mid-beat.I push up on my toes, trying to see. People are running for the exits, others frozen in place, their wide, horrified stares fixed on the back of the club.Oh God.A werewolf, torn apart mid-shift. The body is caught between forms, human limbs twisted at wrong angles, fur matted with blood, bones exposed like someone ripped the wolf out from the inside. Werewolves don't die like this. They're not supposed to. They heal, survive, and are untouchable.This one isn't.Something stole that from him, and I've seen this before.Not in person, but in my mother's secret notebooks. Wolves torn apart by something that shouldn't exist, something that could make them weaker and less strong than they are. She called it Project Fenrir, and she died three days after writing that name.Kieran steps between me and the body, blocking my view like a wall of muscle and menace. His eyes aren't on me; they're fixed on the corpse, glowing faintly, gold bleeding through the dark.He i

Chapter 4: Kieran

Elara is still talking about increased patrols and wolfsbane toxicology, but her words fade as my attention locks onto the girl at the coffee counter.Sienna Hart.When the sun is shining, she looks different. She seems softer. She is wearing a simple dress, with her legs showing, and her hair tied back in a casual way. She is not trying to stand out or attract attention; she just looks natural.She’s at the campus café, ordering coffee, laughing at something the barista says.Except she’s not safe. Not with the Architects circling.Elara is talking. I should listen. She’s not just a pack doctor; she’s been with me through every crisis since I took over as Alpha. Every scar, every broken bone, every fever. She’s saved more lives than I can count.It was only temporary and physical. She wanted more, but I couldn’t give it to her.Then I see Sienna lean over the counter and point at something on the menu board. My wolf slams against my ribs so hard that I almost shift right there.Mine.

Chapter 5 : Sienna

The world just… explodes.Metal shrieks, tires smoke against the asphalt, and then something slams into me with enough force to knock the wind out of my lungs.One second I am standing, the next the ground is gone.I hit the pavement hard, pinned beneath a weight that smells of pine, leather, and rain. For a heartbeat, neither of us moves. We just lie there.A black sedan tears past us, clipping the curb before vanishing around the corner. Then, the silence hits—heavy and sudden.I watch my coffee cup roll away, the brown liquid spreading across the street. I stare at it, my mind racing. I should have been the one hit. I should be dead.“You hurt?”Kieran’s voice is rough. I blink, trying to get my brain to actually function.“I…” My hands are shaking too hard to finish the sentence. “I don’t think so.”He doesn’t move right away. He stays draped over me, his muscles rigid, shielding me from the road. He lifts his head, those golden eyes scanning the empty street, listening for somethi

Chapter 6 : Kieran

The car ride feels like torture. Sienna sits next to me. Close enough that I catch her scent with every breath: herbs, coffee, and something uniquely her. It hits harder than it should. Every tiny movement tests my control. My wolf paces inside me, restless. Tabitha babbles excitedly in the backseat, thrilled to watch the chaos unfold, but I barely hear her. My focus stays locked on the girl beside me. She keeps glancing at me like I’m a puzzle she can solve. Good luck with that, little human. I haven’t figured myself out since the night I first smelled you. Suddenly, she speaks. "What do you know about my house?" Her voice is steady. Her pulse isn’t. I tighten my grip on the wheel because I know too much. I remember the exact moment Cora crossed her boundary. The sound her skull made when I slammed her into the wall for breaking into Sienna’s home. For leaving that note. My wolf had snapped instantly: You don’t touch what’s mine. You don’t mark what I haven’t claimed.

Chapter 7: Kieran

The territory is nothing like I imagined.I expected cold, fortified labs. Instead, there are forest clearings, lantern-lit paths, and sleek, modern buildings. Wolves move through the twilight like they’ve always belong.It’s… beautiful and wild.Everyone goes still when Kieran’s car rolls past. They bow to him, but their eyes stay glued to me.The human in the Alpha’s passenger seat.I try to fold into myself, but Kieran’s hand finds mine without warning.“Don’t look at them,” he mutters.“They’re staring at me like I’m a threat.”“You’re not.” His thumb slides over my hand, steady and warm. “You’re just new.”“That is not a friendly look.”He glances their way, and every wolf immediately snaps their gaze aside.“They’ll adjust,” he says quietly.The certainty in his tone wraps around me like a shield, and my chest tightens. He says it like a promise, like he’s already decided where I belong.With him.The car stops in front of a massive modern lodge carved into the hillside. Glass w

Chapter 8: Kieran

The pack meeting is brutal.The main hall is packed with the wolf pack: enforcers line the walls, elders sit rigidly in rows, and young wolves nervously change between their human and wolf forms. The air is thick with a storm of emotions: anger, fear, distrust, and something far more sinister.All of it is aimed at the girl sitting beside me.Sienna shouldn’t be here, not after what she’s just seen. But she’s brave to stand up here and let them watch her. Her scent is a mix of things: almost pleasant fear.I grit my teeth and try to sit still. Try.She sits straight-backed, chin lifted, and hands folded tightly in her lap. She pretends she isn’t overwhelmed. She pretends the room of wolves doesn’t terrify her.That bravery? That quiet defiance? It’s killing me.Tabitha trembles on her other side, but Sienna? She barely flinches as wolves three times her size stare her down like she’s a threat or prey.I stand. Alpha dominance rolls out automatically, stamping down the tension like a bo

Chapter 9 Sienna

The hall empties the way a storm clears, leaving everything changed.I watch the last wolf disappear through the carved wooden doors, and then there is nothing. Just me, the vast silence of the Revenant Pack’s meeting hall, and Kieran Byrne.He exhales. It’s a long, slow sound, like a man releasing something he has been holding for hours. His shoulders drop a fraction. Not much. Just enough for me to notice.He doesn’t look at me.“You should be terrified,” he says. His voice is flat, like he’s stating a weather forecast and not talking to me about my own survival.I think about lying. I think about straightening my spine and giving him the fearless version of myself I’ve been performing all evening.“I am,” I say instead.That surprises him. I see it in the slight tension at the corner of his jaw.“But not of you.”He finally turns to look at me, and there is something in his expression I can’t name. Not softness. Not quite. But something cracked open underneath all that iron.He does

Chapter 10: Kieran

Two hours. That’s how long I run.Full shift. Low to the dirt, lungs on fire, the trees blurring into a dark smear. My wolf keeps pushing for more distance, as if enough miles could erase the memory of Sienna Hart.It can’t.By the time I shift back to the eastern ridge, I’m forcing myself to think about Lilian Hart instead.Her mother.That kind of anger is much easier to live with.I find her in the library.It’s past midnight, and she’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the lowest shelf, her shoes off, her hair loose, three books open around her. She has a notebook balanced on her knee and she’s writing in it with the focused, private intensity of someone who has forgotten there is a world outside her own head.She doesn’t hear me come in.I stand in the doorway for a moment and watch her. The lamp behind her throws gold across her hair. She bites the end of her pen, frowns at something she’s written, and crosses it out.“You’re dripping.”“I ran.”“At midnight?”“Couldn

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