All Chapters of Bite Me Harder, Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Don’t you dare die on me, Sienna Hart. You’re mine.”I don’t say it out loud. I shove the command through our mate bond, raw, desperate, and heavy with the kind of Alpha authority that doesn’t take no for an answer.The rest of the world blurs away.All that exists is the sound of Sienna’s ragged breathing and the frantic beep-beep-beep of the medical monitors. They sound like they’re protesting the hell Delphine has just pumped into her veins.I hold her tightly, locking my arms around her as if I can physically stop the poison from spreading.Her skin is scorching.A fever so intense it feels like it could melt through my clothes. Black veins crawl up her thigh toward her hip like a hungry, living shadow.Through our bond, I feel every spike of her agony, every failed attempt her Bridge power makes to fight back. It’s like holding a live wire in my bare hands.“Sienna,” I groan against her hair, my voice breaking. “Stay with me.”Elara moves around us like a whirlwind, her hands gl

“The sickness is eating her alive.”That is the first thing Kieran says when he walks into the room, though he doesn’t look at me as he says it. He stares at the wall, his chest heaving, smelling like old blood and wet pine.I wake up to the steady, annoying beep of monitors and the sharp scent of hospital cleaner that never quite hides the smell of wolf. My body feels like lead, as if someone has dragged me through a swamp and left me to dry beneath the sun.When I look down, the black veins on my leg have faded to a dull gray, but they’re still pulsing. A reminder that Delphine’s poison isn’t gone. It’s only hiding.Elara is there, slumped in the plastic chair beside my bed. Her head tilts at an awkward angle, her eyes closed, but even in sleep, her forehead remains pinched with worry. Her knuckles are white where she grips her own hands.She looks exhausted. Older than I’ve ever seen her.I just watch her for a while.The betrayal still feels raw.She was Kieran’s lover once. She w

I’m leaning over the big oak table in the war room, staring at a mess of maps and patrol reports. The room smells like coffee and that typical wolf musk.Maddox is standing across from me with his arms crossed, just waiting for me to tell him what to do.“Double the night shifts on the eastern border,” I tell him. “Delphine is still locked up, but Darius is out there. He’s not gonna stay quiet for long, so I want every single approach covered. No gaps.”Maddox nods. “Already on it. I pulled two extra teams from the western ridge. They’re getting restless, Alpha. The pack can feel things are falling apart. Since their Luna isn’t out and about, the younger wolves are starting to act out.”I rub my face. In the back of my mind, I can feel the mate bond humming—Sienna is awake and fidgeting, still fighting off whatever’s left of that poison. I hate leaving her alone, but I’ve got a job to do.“We’ll fix the bond once she’s stronger,” I mutter. “For now, just keep them busy. Training, extr

The drive back is silent.I keep both hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the dark road. Sienna sits in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window. Elara rides in the back, quiet as a shadow. The only sound is the engine and the occasional crunch of tires over gravel.Owen is still snarling inside my head. She lied. She left. She took the healer and walked straight into danger again.I don’t trust myself to speak yet.When we reach the medical wing, I park hard and kill the engine. Sienna opens her door before I can. She limps slightly as she walks inside. I follow close enough that she can’t disappear again.Elara moves straight to the exam table. “Sit,” she tells Sienna. Her voice is calm, professional. She checks pulse, pupils, the fading gray veins on Sienna’s leg. The flashlight beam is steady.I stand near the door with my arms folded, watching every movement.“She’s fine,” Elara says after a few minutes. “Heart rate is elevated from stress, but the poison markers ha

The eastern border smells wrong the moment I step out of the vehicle.Blood. Old blood. Mixed with the sharp chemical tang of vampire rot and something sweeter that turns my stomach. Owen surges forward under my skin, already half-shifted, teeth aching for a fight.Ryker meets me at the treeline, face grim. Maddox is already there with four enforcers. They form a loose perimeter around a cleared patch of ground just inside our territory markers.“Show me,” I say.Ryker leads me forward without a word.Three bodies lie in the dirt.Not ours.Vampires. Two males, one female. They’re arranged carefully, almost respectfully, on their backs with their hands folded. Their throats are torn open in the same way—clean, deep, and deliberate. Black veins spiderweb across their skin, the same sickness that is eating Delphine alive. Someone staged this.A piece of parchment is pinned to the middle body's chest with a silver blade.I crouch and pull it free. The handwriting is elegant, almost beaut