All Chapters of Bite Me Harder, Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Okay, so it’s obviously a trap,” I say, slouching back. “Or they’re trying to look less like monsters while they figure out how to snatch Callum.” My hand finds his thigh, warm under my palm. “Or… maybe it’s our shot.”He doesn’t smile.“I’m not scared,” I tell him, softer. “Not like before. Hell, this might even help my thesis, watching ancient assholes squirm when they’re backed into a corner.”Something in his face eases, just a little. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re insane.”“I’m smart,” I correct, grinning wider. “They wanna play games? Fine. But we plan every step. Bring the heaviest backup possible. And yeah… I’m going.”His grip tightens on my thigh. “Sienna…”“I know,” I cut in. “But hiding forever? That’s not living. Callum deserves better than that.”Kieran exhales hard, then nods o

I barely recognize myself the night of the gala. The dress is this deep, dramatic red—Kieran takes one look and grins, calling it “blood-red” with this dark little chuckle that sends shivers down my spine.The fabric clings to every inch of me, and the neckline plunges low enough to put the Byrne family stone on full display, resting right between my breasts. My hair’s pinned up, soft curls escaping to frame my face, and my eyes… they’re brighter than usual, glittering with gold flecks from using my Bridge power so much lately.Kieran steps behind me as I stand in front of the mirror again. He looks stunning in a well-fitted black suit that can barely contain his power. His hands wrap possessively around my waist, pulling me back against his hard body.“You look like sin,” he growls in my ear. “Every man in that room will want you. They will all die disappointed.”I turn in his arms and adjust his tie. My heart beats fast. “And every woman will remember exactly whose you are when I sta

The west corridor collapses as I tear through it.My wolf is fully forward. Owen is beyond reason now, throwing himself against the fragile barrier of my control. The bond is fading. Sienna’s golden thread, usually warm and steady in my chest, is unraveling into thin, fraying strands.I roar and slam my massive black wolf form through a collapsing wall. Marble explodes outward. Two of Savannah’s rogue wolves try to block my path. My jaws close around the first one’s throat and rip. The second barely has time to scream before my claws open his belly.Sienna.I can still taste her on my tongue from the desperate moments before the trap sprang. Her scent—herbs, coffee, and that faint sweetness that is only her—clings to my fur even now. But the bond is weakening. Every second it grows fainter, the more my control slips.Another section of the ceiling caves in

The chemical fire of the suppressant drags her under. Every breath feels like lifting iron. The golden power is still there, trapped somewhere deep beneath the numbing ice, but she can’t reach it. But she isn’t empty. Callum. She finds his tiny spark pulsing against the mangled edges of the maternal bond—raw, stubborn, and refusing to be snuffed out. He’s barely days old, yet he’s pouring whatever primitive strength he has back into her. Her boy. Touch him and die. I won’t allow it. Savannah’s heels click against the linoleum, a cold, steady rhythm. She circles the steel gurney like a vulture, savoring the moment. The white lab coat thrown over her shredded gala dress looks absurd, but the syringe in her gloved hand isn’t a joke. The milky fluid catches the harsh fluorescent glare—another Fenrir cocktail, mixed specifically to hollow out everything that makes her dangerous. “You always were the stubborn one,” Savannah purrs, her voice thick with false sweetness. “Even as a kid. B

A faint smile touched Elias’s lips as he watched the screen. Lilian would have absolutely hated what this work had become.He glanced at the monitor feed to his left. Kieran Byrne, the great Alpha, had finally been handled. For now.Twenty years earlier, rain hammered against the laboratory windows like accusatory fingers. Lilian Hart stood at the central console, her dark hair wild, her eyes blazing with that same righteous, terrifying fire Elias had once found so inspiring.“Elias, this isn’t science anymore,” she said, her voice trembling with a cocktail of fury and raw fear. “This is genocide. Project Fenrir was supposed to bridge worlds. You’ve twisted it into a weapon designed to exterminate an entire species.”Elias merely adjusted his