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

Walking into The Den ranks somewhere between texting your ex at 3 a.m. and licking a frozen metal pole in winter. Most people in Harrowgate know better than to mess with the werewolves who dominate our town, controlling every illicit trade and pocketing a cut of every deal. Some people pretend not to see the threat, while others complain about their absolute authority. Me? I want to understand them. Modern anthropology has been obsessed with werewolves ever since the supernatural world exposed itself twenty years ago. They recover instantly from fatal injuries, transform at will, and rely on brutal violence to struggle for dominance, territory, and partners. My obsession is purely academic, structured like a study of ancient, dangerous civilizations. I am deeply familiar with pack hierarchy, rankings, and Alphas. I am currently writing a thesis on post-Exposure integration and its mythological roots. My advisor believes I am a genius; my family thinks I have a suicidal obsession. A

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

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

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

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