All Chapters of Beneath The Moons Bite: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Meghan's POV"Meghan come on! We are going to have to wait in this rain if you don't hurry the f*ck up" Eliana shouts down the hall of our four bedroom apartment as the setting spray is falling on to my face."I'm literally all done" I say as I walk out of my room wearing knee-high boots that make me 5'4 instead of 5'1, a black mini skirt and a shirt that shows just enough cleavage to make the men wish they had a chance."D*mn girrrl, you look hot!" one of my other roomates Kylah yells as Eliana is practically pushing us out the door. As we are walking out of our apartment I don't even mind the rain that seems to come down harder by each minute that passes or the constant complaining coming from my roomates mouths. The cold air hits my skin instantly, carrying that sharp smell of wet pavement and cigarette smoke from somewhere down the block.“Eliana, if your hair gets ruined, maybe the universe is trying to humble you,” Kylah laughs, dodging the puddles collecting near the curb.“Shu

Ollie's POV“Yo, you good? You look like you’ve seen a rogue,” Shane says, elbowing my arm hard enough to jolt me out of it.The word hits sharper than it should.Rogue.My jaw tightens automatically. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” I say, but I don’t look at him.Because I can’t.My eyes are still locked on her direction like something in me refuses to let go.That girl.Even from across the room, half-hidden behind shifting bodies and neon light, I can still pick her out. Dark hair spilling down her back, the kind of effortless beauty that doesn’t look like it’s trying to be noticed, but gets noticed anyway. Small frame, animated hands as she talks, like she’s always mid-thought, mid-laugh, mid-life.From what I saw of her up there, she was gorgeous.And that realization does something irritating to my chest. Tightens it. Low and constant, like a pressure I can’t quite name.Why do I feel like this?It isn’t attraction the way I’m used to it. It’s sharper. More intrusive. Like something in

Meghan's POVJulien’s body tenses almost instantly, his expression hardening as he takes a step forward.I’m not even looking at either of them anymore.My eyes stay fixed on the floor, heartbeat pounding so hard I can hear it over the music. The edges of the room suddenly feel too sharp, too loud, too crowded.Julien is saying something now, his voice raised, aggressive enough that nearby conversations are starting to fade out around us, but the words blur together in my head before I can process them.Because all I can focus on is the tension.The feeling of being trapped in the middle of something I never meant to start.The man beside me still hasn’t moved. His hand remains lightly against my waist, grounding instead of restraining, steady in the middle of all the chaos unfolding around us.But the air feels wrong now.Heavy.Closing in.I can’t breathe.And then suddenlyI’m gone.One second I’m standing there, the next I’m shoving through bodies, ignoring the startled looks and

Ollie's POV“Anywhere,” the quieter girl, Kylah says softly.There’s something resigned in the way she says it that makes my stomach sink slightly.“She’s lived here her whole life. Even if we wanted to find her, it’d be nearly impossible.”Beside her, Anya is aggressively pacing under the awning outside the bar, repeatedly calling Meghan with absolutely no success.“Pick UP,” she snaps at the phone before pulling it away and immediately redialing. “I swear to God if she’s crying somewhere alone—”“Eliana,” I say quietly, glancing toward Shane before looking back at the girls, “why don’t we walk home with you?”Anya’s head whips around so fast I’m surprised she doesn’t get whiplash.Absolutely not, her glare says before her mouth even opens.But before she can unleash whatever verbal assault she clearly has prepared, Eliana cuts in smoothly.“That’d actually be nice,” she says.“Seriously?” Anya groans.“Anya,” she says firmly, giving her a look. “You know Meghan. She’ll come back whe

Meghan's POVI wake up slowly to the smell of food drifting through the apartment.For a second, I’m too dazed to understand where I am.Then warmth presses against my back.Strong.Steady.My sleepy brain catches up all at once.Ollie.I freeze instantly, suddenly hyperaware of the position I’m in. I’m facing the wall while one of Ollie’s arms is wrapped securely around my waist, holding me against him like sometime during the night he decided letting me go wasn’t an option.Heat rushes straight to my face.His chest rises slowly against my back, warm breaths fanning lightly against my neck, and my entire body short-circuits trying to process the fact that this man, this ridiculously attractive stranger is in my bed holding me like this.I am absolutely doomed.I feel him stir slightly behind me, and panic immediately kicks in.I need to get up.I really, really need to pee.Carefully, I try squirming out of his arm without waking him, inching forward slowlyOnly for his grip to tigh