All Chapters of Bite Me Harder, Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

 I stand atop the shattered ridge, silver-streaked fur rippling in the wind as golden light from Sienna’s Bridge floods the valley below. My pack moves as one.Revenant enforcers and my old blood warriors striking in perfect unison. Through the bond, my command rolls out like thunder: Hold the Crescent formation! Revenant inner arc, protect the Luna’s path. Garrick’s wolves, outer flank. Push the infected back!Howls answer me instantly. Maddox and Ryker tear into a swarm of variant-maddened rogues while Garrick’s warriors—wolves who once exiled me—fight beside them without hesitation. Old grudges have burned away tonight. For the first time in decades, we are truly one family.I can feel Kieran through the bond, and it makes my chest tighten. My boy’s still fi

I watch my mate become a goddess and laugh.The sound rips out of me as Sienna roars Savannah’s name and launches forward. Her eyes burn, matching mine. She is no longer just Sienna Hart. The Bridge has fully awakened, and every instinct in me recognizes her as mine.That’s my fucking mate.I shift back to human form mid-stride and sprint after her. Go on, little hybrid. Show her what we are.Savannah fires wildly from the helicopter bay, her face twisted in panic. The bullets disintegrate against Sienna’s glowing aura. Sienna lands in front of her with terrifying grace, hybrid power rolling off her in waves.“Fucking try me, bitch!” Sienna snarls, then headbutts Savannah so hard the woman flies backward and slams into the dirt.I laugh again as I reach them. Savannah pushes herself up, blood pouring from her broken nose, enhancements flickering weakly under her skin. She looks up at Sienna.I flank her from the side. “You wanted to carve me open while my mate and son watched,” I grow

The command drone is massive, just hovering there over the lodge and blotting out half the sky. Its green core pulses steadily, calling in the last of the swarm.I keep slamming my hybrid power against its shields, but every attack just splinters and vanishes. I’m running on empty.Every time I try to pull more power, the suppressant tears through me, and my legs are starting to give out. Against my chest, Callum’s spark is flickering—barely there—giving me the last few scraps of strength he has left.Kieran fights at my flank in wolf form, tearing through smaller drones while snapping and lunging at anything that comes within reach. Rowena’s voice thunders through the pack bond: Hold the line! Protect the bunkers!But we’re losing.The mist grows so dense I can barely see the bunker entrances, choking the air. Garrick’s warriors and Maddox’s team fight desperately to shield the bunker entrances. I see the broad-shouldered female from Rowena’s old pack drag an injured pup to safety be

The hospital lights hurt my eyes.I sit in the private wing the human government cleared for us, my back against the wall, watching Sienna sleep.She lies in the reinforced bed, golden veins still faintly glowing beneath her skin even after the suppressants and stabilizers the doctors pumped into her.Callum rests in a specially designed crib beside her, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. Both of them are hooked to monitors that beep softly in the quiet room.My mate and my son are both alive.The doctors — a mix of human specialists and supernatural healers — had been stunned when we arrived. Sienna’s hybrid transformation was something they had never seen. “Cellular restructuring at an unprecedented level,” one had muttered. They ran every test they could while I stood guard, refusing to leave the room even when Rowena tried to drag me out to eat.Now, hours later, the immediate danger has passed. The variant is contained. The Architects’ remaining assets are being dismantl

“Let me make something clear,” I keep my voice low, letting it carry the same quiet intensity as a thunderstorm building on the horizon. “You don’t get to stand in my home and dictate terms while staring at my child like he’s a treaty clause.”Callum chooses that exact moment to giggle in Tabitha’s arms. His tiny fingers spark with gold. The sound seems to startle Darius more than any growl could. I can feel the confusion rolling off him; vampires don’t understand hybrid magic. They don’t know the way it hums in the air between us, or the way the pack bond thrums in perfect, furious response to my anger.Rowena moves to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me, her silver-streaked hair catching the lantern light. “The Revenants don’t kneel to nightwalkers,” she says mildly, as if we are merely discussing the weather. “Not even pretty ones with nice shoes.”I see Darius’s companions shift uneasily. One—a younger vampire with slicked-back hair—keeps glancing at the tree line like he’s calcula