Bite Me Harder, Alpha
Like, distance is the only thing keeping both of us safe.
He turns away. His hands curl at his sides.
"Go back to the lodge."
"Kieran —"
"Go."
I don't go. I stand there, heart still hammering, and watch the rigid line of his back.
When he finally speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper.
"If I bite you, Sienna." He pauses. "You die."
My throat tightens. "That's… not how it works."
Every book, field report, and documented case says the same thing: humans bitten by werewolves either turn… or they don't survive the infection.
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