All Chapters of Bite Me Harder, Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The road stretches dark and winding through the neutral border lands. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. The mate bond feels stretched thin, like a fragile thread ready to snap. I can still sense Kieran’s panic and fury, but I have blocked most of it. I have to.Laura’s face keeps flashing through my mind — pale, fragile, smiling through the pain. I want to see Callum’s first birthday. How can I sit there and let her slip away when there is a chance to save her?Tears blur my vision. I wipe them away angrily. Kieran doesn’t understand. He still has Rowena. He grew up surrounded by pack. After my mother died, I only have Laura. She is my constant. My safe place.The GPS guides me deeper into the shadowed hills. Then the forest parts, revealing the vampire court.The gardens are immaculate except for the roses. Every bush is overgrown, heavy with dark red blooms that spill across the paths like spilled blood.A sprawling gothic estate rises from the mist

I grip the steering wheel so hard the leather creaks under my fingers. The road blurs in front of me as I push the SUV faster through the night.Sienna’s presence is like a radio signal fading in and out. She is blocking me.“Fuck,” I growl, slamming my fist against the dashboard. Callum is safe back at the lodge with Rowena, but every instinct screams at me to find my mate. Now.I try the bond again, pushing everything.Where are you? Come back to me. No answer.My phone rings. Maddox’s voice comes through the speaker.“Alpha, we have eyes on her car. She’s heading east on the old border road. We’re ten minutes behind you.”“Stay on her trail,” I snap. “Do not engage unless she’s in immediate danger. I’m almost there.”The road curves sharply. I take it too fast, tires screeching. Then I see them.A crowd of humans blocks the road ahead. Dozens of them. Maybe a hundred. They stand under harsh streetlights, holding signs that read “Wolves Out,” “Protect Human Lives,” and “Hybrids = M

Delphine’s smile is sharp. “You have until dawn. After that… we withdraw the offer. And we begin taking what we want by other means.”“What do you mean?” I stare at Delphine in uncertainty.I stand frozen in the blue-lit archive, the newly turned vampire still staring at me with raw, predatory hunger.Valerius watches me with clinical interest, as if I’m a fascinating specimen under glass. “Impressive, isn’t it? The turning process is elegant in its brutality. She would wake up strong.”, forcing my voice to stay steady. “And the side effects? The bloodlust? The loss of humanity? I’ve read the myths. I’ve seen enough to know nothing this powerful comes without a cost.”Delphine descends the last few steps, her crimson gown whispering against stone. “Myths written by frightened humans. We have evolved far beyond the mindless monsters of old stories. Our turned retain their minds, their memories, their souls — if they had any to begin with. Laura would still be your grandmother. Just… i

The SUV tears through the forest road like a beast unleashed.Maddox drives in heavy silence. Ryker keeps checking the mirrors, claws still partially extended. The mate bond between Sienna and me feels like a live wire — raw, sparking, frayed at the edges.Sienna notices the blood first. Her fingers hover over the deep gashes on my chest, trembling. “You’re bleeding. Kieran… oh God, you’re hurt because of me.”“It’s nothing.” The lie scraped out of my throat.She presses her palm gently against the worst wound, Warmth spread from her palm, but the silver refused to yield. at her fingertips as she tries to use the Bridge power.I grab her wrist, stopping her. “Don’t. Save your strength.”We reach the lodge. The moment the vehicle stops, I pull her out and head straight for our quarters, ignoring the worried looks from pack members rushing toward us. Maddox and Ryker stay behind to brief the enforcers.The door slams shut behind us. I finally let her go, pacing the room like a caged wol

What if you can’t save her?Kieran’s words echo in my mind as I stand in the large communal kitchen of the lodge. I keep chopping anyway.The kitchen is warm and busy. Rowena directs a small group of women as they prepare a large meal for the pack — roasted vegetables, fresh bread, and slow-cooked stew. The scent of herbs and garlic fills the air. I am trying to help by chopping carrots, but my knife slips again. Another carrot rolled off the board, some too big, some mashed. I ruin another batch.“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath, staring at the mess on the cutting board.Rowena notices immediately. She wipes her hands on her apron and gently takes the knife from me. “Let the others handle the chopping, dear. Come with me.”She leads me to a quieter corner of the kitchen, away from the busy counters. The other women continue working, casting curious but respectful glances our way. Rowena leans against the wooden counter and studies me with those sharp, knowing eyes.“So,” she says,