บททั้งหมดของ Bite Me Harder, Alpha: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Sienna’s pain and rage are overwhelming.One moment, I’m fighting an architect; the next moment, I’m experiencing intense agony. Sienna, the baby, something is wrong at the lodge.My claws slash empty air as I roar, blood spattering the snow. Maddox spins toward me, golden eyes wide, his fur caked with enemy gunk.“Alpha?”“North wall’s down!” I’m already moving before the words finish leaving my mouth. “They’re inside!”Owen’s power hits me like a freight train—bones snapping, fur sprouting, body dropping to all fours before I’m sprinting toward the lodge like hell itself is on my heels.Those indigo markings Sienna painted on my chest? Burning like a brand now, pumping strength into every stride. Her magic still hums in my veins, but it does jack shit to calm the raw terror screaming through our bond.Sienna!Her response comes in broken pieces, tangled with Viper’s growl and something wilder—that mama-bear rage that isn’t all hers. North side. Vamps. Elara—Then nothing but static

The door slammed behind me with a heavy thud that did nothing to silence the roar inside my chest.My wolf was clawing at my ribs, demanding blood, demanding I turn around and drag Sienna somewhere deep underground where no one could touch her. Not the architects. Not the Coven. Not even the ghosts of our parents.But I couldn’t.Not when the eastern ridge was lighting up like a war zone.I shifted mid-stride, bones cracking and reforming as fur rippled over my skin. The indigo markings Sienna had painted on my chest burned hotter, feeding power into every muscle. Owen surged forward, hungry and vicious, but even he was split—half of him focused on the fight ahead, the other half tethered to the bond pulling us back toward her.Sienna.Her presence pulsed through the bond—steady but strained. I could feel the pup’s re

I storm back into the command hub, half-shifted, claws still bloody. Fury burns through me—until I see Sienna. Everything else fades.She stands at the center of the room, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her belly. The swell is visible now, soft and rounded, but not yet heavy. Just enough to show the life growing inside her.The second I see her, the noise in my head disappears. I’m moving before I even realize it.In three steps, I reach her. I drop to my knees and press my face against her stomach. The pup kicks hard against my cheek—strong, alive. A rough sound escapes me.“You’re both safe,” I rasp. My voice is raw from battle.Sienna’s fingers slide into my hair. “We held the line,” she whispers.I stand and pull her into my arms. Blood smears on her clothes, but she doesn&rs

I leave our quarters, fueled by rage. Dried blood sticks to my skin, my whole body burning hot.The message plays on a loop in my head—Savannah’s smirk, Elara’s empty eyes. And their threat to use my unborn son against us.Midnight tomorrow. That’s their deadline.If they think they can threaten my family and walk away alive, they don’t know me at all.“Ryker,” I snarl through the comms as I stride toward the armory. “I want every drone in the air. Thermal, movement, magic signatures—everything. Maddox, assemble two strike teams. We’re not waiting for midnight. We hunt them now.”Be careful, Sienna’s voice brushes my mind through the bond, soft but steady. Come back to us.Always, I reply, channeling my protective drive back to her. I’ll handle the rest.The pup gives a strong kick in response. Pride swells in my chest even as my wolf paces restlessly. My son is already so aware.I gear up fast—black tactical vest, silver-edged blades, and the rowan amulet Sienna insisted I wear.I wi

His breathing is slow and steady. My fingers drift over the mark on his chest. Even after all the fighting, the ritual, and the bad news, he didn’t leave my side for a second. This guy who growls at shadows to keep me safe spent hours whispering to my stomach like it was the most important thing in the world.“You’re overthinking,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. His thumb moves in slow circles where the baby gives a sleepy little kick. We both grin.“Can’t help it,” I admit. “It’s almost midnight. Elara, Savannah, Darius—they’re all waiting.”Kieran’s arm tightens around me. He kisses my hair, then the mark on my shoulder. “Let ‘em wait. Right now it’s just us.”I twist to see his face—no gold left in his eyes, just stormy gray and something raw that makes my throat tight. My palm rasps against his stubble when I touch his jaw.“We’re better together,” I say. “Fated mates mean something. Kid knows it too.”Another kick, stronger this time. Kieran’s face does that thing—the soft, wreck