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The Last Box
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2026-06-27 01:05:33
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Bite my Tongue Kneeling
He nods and steps back, giving me space. He gestures to the couch. "Sit. I'll make tea."I sit. He makes tea. The heat burns inside me, but for the first time in days, I don't feel like I'm drowning.Maybe that's the scariest part. Not the burning. Not the ache between my legs or the way my skin feels like it's been stretched too tight over my bones. The scariest part is that when he's near me, the drowning stops. The screaming in my head goes quiet. The bond stops feeling like a chain and starts feeling like a lifeline.I don't want a lifeline. I've never needed one before.The kitchen is silent except for the soft clink of porcelain and the whistle of the kettle. I w
Bite my Tongue The Tide and the Anchor
That night, I dream of drowning.Not in water. In tide. A great, dark tide that pulls me under and spins me around and drags me toward something I cannot see. The current is too strong to fight. I kick and claw and scream, but the tide does not care. It pulls me down, down, down, and just when I think I will never breathe again, I feel hands on my body. Strong hands. Familiar hands. The hands of the Alpha who marked me.I wake with a gasp, my body on fire, my sheets soaked with sweat.The clock on the nightstand says three in the morning. The penthouse is silent. Emery is asleep. Mrs. Hartley is off-duty. And somewhere in this building, Kael Draven is sleeping—or not sleeping—and I can feel him through the bond like a presence in the dark
Bite my Tongue The Gilded Cage
The penthouse is nothing like I expected.I thought it would be cold. Sterile. A concrete box with expensive furniture and no soul. But it is worse than that. It is beautiful.The elevator opens directly into the main living space—a vast, open room with floor-to-ceiling windows that show the entire city sprawled below like a glittering carpet. The floors are dark wood. The furniture is sleek and modern, all clean lines and neutral tones. A staircase curves up to a second level. The kitchen gleams with marble and chrome. Everything is spotless. Everything is perfect. Everything smells like him.I step out of the elevator, and the scent hits me like a wave. Cedar and steel and that electric charge, the one that makes the hair
Bite my Tongue The Last Box
I think about the apartment. The mattress on the floor. The hot plate balanced on the crate. The landlord's notes slipped under the door. The life I am leaving behind. It is not much of a life. It has never been much of a life. But it is mine. The only thing I have ever had that belonged to me alone."No," I say. "No problem."He studies me for a moment longer, and I feel his gaze like a weight on my skin. Then he stands, buttoning his jacket, his movements precise and unhurried."My driver will take you back to collect your things. Pack only what you need. Everything else will be provided for you at the penthouse." He pauses at the door, his hand on the frame. "And Arielle? The suppressants. You'll stop taking them."My blood goes cold. "What?""You heard me." He does not turn around. "You've been abusing black-market blockers for years. Your scent glands are damaged. Your cycle is unstable. The estate physician will need to assess you, but the first step is stopping the poison you'v
Bite my Tongue The Heat Begins
That night, I cannot sleep.The bed is too soft. The room is too quiet. The penthouse hums with a silence that is louder than any noise, and every time I close my eyes, I feel the bond pulsing in my chest like a second heartbeat. Somewhere in this building—maybe in the room at the end of the hall, the one Mrs. Hartley did not show me—Kael Draven is sleeping. Or not sleeping. I cannot tell which.I get out of bed and walk to the window. The city glitters below, indifferent and eternal. I press my palm against the cold glass and think about the last time I was alone in the dark like this. The night before the river. The night before the bite. The night when I thought the only way out was down.I have not taken my suppressants since this morning.The thought creeps in, unwanted. It has been almost twenty-four hours since my last dose. Already, I can feel the difference. My skin is warmer. My senses are sharper. The scent of cedar and steel that permeates the penthouse is stronger now, mo
Bite my Tongue The Contract
The car ride back to the apartment is silent. Emery sleeps against my chest. The Beta doesn't speak. I stare out the window at the gray city and try to process everything that's happened in the past twelve hours. The bar. The stranger. The bite. The river. The rescue. The contract. The marriage I just agreed to. The apartment feels smaller when I walk back in. Smaller and darker and more pathetic than it ever has before. Maybe because I'm seeing it through different eyes now. The eyes of someone who knows she's leaving it behind. I lay Emery on her mattress and tuck the blankets around her. She murmurs something in her sleep—something about ice cream, about blue tongues—and my heart cracks open all over again. "I'm sorry," I whisper, brushing a curl from her forehead. "I'm so sorry, baby. For everything. For the river. For tonight. For all of it." She doesn't stir. I sit beside her mattress for a long time, watching her breathe. The sun is fully up now, pale light filtering thro
Bite my Tongue The Kiss
I remember the door opening. I remember lights. A bed. Then his mouth was on mine and nothing else mattered.He kissed like he was trying to crawl inside me.There was no softness. No asking. His tongue pushed past my lips and he swallowed my moan like he owned it. His hands were everywhere—in my h
Bite my Tongue The Hallway
The room was spinning.Not the slow, gentle spin of a few drinks. This was the kind of spin that told me I'd made a mistake three glasses ago and kept going anyway. My back pressed against something solid—a wall? A door? I couldn't tell. Everything was warm and blurry and wrong.But then I smelled
Bite my Tongue The Rusty Nail
I wait.The hours crawl past. Mrs. Delgado brings Emery home. I tell her I'm tired from work. I make dinner—macaroni and cheese, the powder clumping because I forgot to stir it. Emery eats hers with enthusiasm. I push mine around the bowl and pretend to take bites when she looks at me."Riri?" She
Bite my Tongue Collateral
I turn the corner onto our street, and that's when I see them.Huge men in suits. Three of them. Standing outside my apartment door like they own the place. Their shoulders fill the narrow hallway, blocking the light from the bare bulb overhead. One of them is an Alpha—I can tell by the way the oth
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