All Chapters of Bite: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My sister is dead. My sister died the same day my mum died. The same day my house burnt down. The same day… The same day she was kidnapped, but I never actually saw her get murdered. I couldn’t forget those eyes if I wanted to. They’re still the same almond shape. The same exact silver-grey as mine. “Hello, brother,” she says again, and she sounds just like I thought she would: soft and strong all at the same time. I can’t move. Can’t speak. Can’t let go of Olivia. But if I do… if I give her to Nester now, I could take my sister home. “I bet you have questions,” Everest says. “The day your house burnt down, the humans working for Nester had another goal: To take babies of families already destroyed by the war and bring them to him.” Everest puts a hand on my sister, and I almost scream at him to let her go. But I see his fingers are directly over her mark, drawing my attention to it. “Nester raised little Alex alongside many other babies who survived the war. People

“They’re back!” Talon yells, standing at attention. Axel hurdles over the barrier, and I don’t know if he jumps wrong or the exhaustion from what just happened to him catches up, but he falls. Rather than taking me down with him, he expertly flips on his back, holding me to his body. Our chests heave, and I can feel his heartbeat on mine. Too fast. Too broken. But blessedly there. The others crowd us, asking in a messy chorus if we’re okay and what happened. Finally, after what feels like forever, Axel breaks his silence with four bone-chilling words. “Olivia. Get off me.” I scramble to my feet, my heart pounding as I immediately begin reasoning with him. “I never meant to hurt you,” I beg, trying to get through to the version of him I’ve known these last few days. The one who just saved me despite himself, “I never asked for any of this.” Axel springs to his feet, his eyes livid. “And I asked for this? To die and be brought back to life as your fucking servant? I’m alive

The house is just like I remember: Cozy living room with Rick’s blankets draped over the couch, moonlight and breeze pushing through the window, that comforting smell of the forest. Home. But nothing feels like home right now. “Do you need anything?” Alpha Rick asks. “Tea? Water? For me to kill one of those fucking boys?” “Language.” I sigh. I already feel a headache coming on, and the very last thing I need is Ricklan talking to me about the CrestRidge boys and their betrayal. How could Ryker do that to me? How could Hunter? My kind, sweet Hunter who promised to protect me no matter what. Looks like what I needed protection most from was him. But worst of all, how could I be stupid enough to allow them both to touch me? I should have known. I should have been smart enough to see they were only using me for their sick pleasure. When were they going to stop talking to me? When one of us actually had sex? Or was that day in the CrestRidge basement planned? Hunter between my leg

I wake up the next morning in yesterday’s clothes, curled up in a ball in my childhood bedroom. Groggily, I lift my head, instantly regretting it when sunlight hits me directly in the eyes. “Goddess,” I groan. What am I even doing here? I should be at school- I jump up, realization slamming into me like a truck. School. I check my clock and I’m horrified to see the time striking 8:30. 30 minutes to get to the goddess-forsaken school and take my test. I rush a shower in under two minutes and try my hardest to make my uniform presentable. The creases will have to do, and I don’t smell bad (at least, I hope I don’t). I rush downstairs, but the second I catch a whiff of Alpha Ricklan’s scent, I pause, horror washing over me. The fight. The realization that he didn’t ever want me. The guilt of ruining his life. It comes crashing over me before I even spot him. But I can’t think about that now. If I do, I might crumple again, and I’m done falling apart. I need to do just one thi

Axel is missing? I want the feeling of relief to wash over me, but all I get is sinking regret I cannot hide. “What do you mean he’s missing?” I blurt out, “and where are the CrestRidge boys now?” “At home, I think,” Dillon responds, walking so fast I have to jog to keep up with him. Finally, the crowd turns its eyes to me. But I don’t care. Their glances no longer hold any weight. “And is that where you’re going?” I hurry out. He nods. “I need to talk to Hunt. How could he do something like this? This isn’t him at all.” A lump forms in my throat. I nearly say he did this because of me, but this may not be the time to explain how his perfect son got into a dehumanizing bet. With no need to take my test anymore, I change tactics, insisting, “Let me come with you.” Dillon faces me, a little startled, before he says sharply, “No. I think this has to be a family thing.” The words sting harder than they’re supposed to. What? Had I truly begun to consider them my family? My home?