All Chapters of Bite Me Harder, Alpha: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I read the note twice before the words fully sink in.Starting with the old woman in your medical wing and the hybrid child.My hands shake. The paper feels too light for the weight it carries. Kieran stands at the foot of the bed, watching me in silence. The mate bond is tight with his restrained fury and the same fear I feel clawing up my throat.“They named her,” I whisper. “They named Callum.”“I know.” His voice is low. “I’ve already locked down the nursery and this entire wing. No one gets near either of them.”I nod, but the nod feels automatic. My mind is already racing ahead to the room two doors down where Laura is sleeping under steady monitors and soft oxygen.“I need to see her.”Kieran doesn’t argue. He simply steps aside and walks with me.The hallway is quieter than usual. Extra enforcers stand at every corner. Their eyes follow us, respectful but alert. When we enter Laura’s room, the soft beep of the heart monitor is the first sound that greets me. She looks smaller

Owen explodes inside me.I am moving before the thought fully forms. “Lock the wing down. Full lockdown. No one in or out. Get every available enforcer to the medical building now.”Ryker is already issuing orders through the pack link. Footsteps pound in the hallway outside. Alarms begin to sound—low, controlled, but unmistakable.I turn to Sienna. Her face is white, eyes locked on the phone screen. The mate bond is a sharp spike of terror and protective fury.“Stay with Laura,” I tell her. My voice comes out rougher than I intend. “Do not leave this room. Elara, you stay with them. Barricade the door if you have to.”Sienna starts to protest. I cup her face with both hands, forcing her to look at me.“I need you here. She needs you here. Let me do my job.”She swallows hard and nods once. I press a hard kiss to her forehead, then I’m gone.The corridor is already filling with wolves. Maddox meets me halfway, partially shifted, claws out.“East side of the medical wing,” he reports.

Laura’s words lingered long after she fell back asleep: “Not just the temple… the water… under the ridge…”I stayed by her bed, holding her hand while the heart monitor ticked steadily. Across the room, Kieran stood frozen. He looked at me and said, “You know where she’s talking about.”It wasn’t a question.“There’s an underground spring beneath the northern ridge,” he said grimly. “My father sealed it years ago. He said it was too dangerous.”“You believed him,” I said.“I did.”We paused for a second, then he decided, “We’re going.” He didn’t hesitate. “Together.”He stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from my ear. “I’m done letting you face this alone.” I felt the warmth of the mate bond in my chest. “Then let’s finish this,” I replied.Less than an hour later, we were in the forest. Darkness had fallen. Maddox, Ryker, and Elara moved silently through the trees as Kieran led us toward the northern ridge. The climb was steep, and the air smelled of pine and damp stone.At t

The case hits the table harder than I mean it to.My hands are still shaking from the run, from Darius’s voice, from the cold certainty that they will not stop.Kieran’s blood is on my sleeve where I grabbed him in the tunnel. Elara is already clearing space, shoving maps and weapons aside. Maddox seals the outer doors. Ryker takes the first watch without being told.“We don’t have time to be careful,” I say. “Open everything.”Kieran doesn’t argue.He flips the latches. The three remaining items from the ridge sit under the low light: the single vial we took, the data drive, and my mother’s letter.Elara connects the drive to a portable reader she pulled from her medical kit. The screen flickers, then fills with Lilian’s precise files—chemical sequences, bloodwork logs, failure notes, and one final protocol marked PRIMARY NEUTRALIZATION.I lean in so fast my vision tilts.“There,” I point. “The catalyst binds to hybrid markers. It doesn’t just suppress the venom—it rewrites the react

The safe house feels like a held breath.Two hours after the skirmish, the forest outside is too quiet. No more probes. No distant scents. Just the heavy knowledge that the real force is still coming. Kieran moves between the perimeter and the main room like a storm that refuses to settle. Every time the door opens, cold night air and the smell of pine rush in with him.Elara works under a single low light at the table. The cure vial sits in a stabilized rack. She has already run three micro-tests on residual venom samples taken from my blood earlier. Each result comes back cleaner than the last.“It’s holding,” she says finally. Her voice is tight with controlled excitement. “The sequence neutralizes active venom markers and appears to block re-infection pathways. Permanent, if the data is correct.”I lean closer. “Then we can use it.”“On you, yes. On others… we don’t know the full side effects yet.” She looks at me directly. “And we have very little of the catalyst left. Every dose