All Chapters of BITTEN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

---The heavy downpour flooded the streets, creating unbearable traffic. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at my watch—8:15 p.m. Great. I was late. My phone beeped again, vibrating on the passenger seat. I didn’t need to check to know who it was. *"You better not be late for my party, Kara. And please wear the dress I got for you. I love you. See you soon. Your best friend, Kelly."* I rolled my eyes. Kelly could be so dramatic. The streetlights cast a dull glow over the wet roads as I drove, but my mind wasn’t on the traffic or the rain. It was on the case Zach had handed me this morning. Another hiker found dead—third one this month. Same bite marks, same mountain area. The department was being careful, but everyone had the same suspect in mind: werewolves. The thought lingered until I reached home. A quick shower, a struggle against my mattress calling me to bed, and then I was forcing myself into the dress Kelly had picked out. It clung to me in all t

The grunts of a man, coupled with the sounds of clapping flesh, filled the once-quiet room. I had blacked out for only a few minutes but regained consciousness again.The weight of this strange man pinned me down, stealing my voice as the torture continued. Seconds turned to minutes. I lost track of time."Please stop..." I managed to whisper, my legs numb from being overstretched for so long. Yet, my begging only seemed to spur him on as he increased his pace, pounding and thrusting harder into me. His strong hands pinned my arms above my head as tears streamed down my cheeks.After what felt like a lifetime, he finally slowed, his assault coming to an end. My body felt drained, the drugs still coursing through me. When he moved off me, I was left trembling, fragile, barely holding onto consciousness.I watched as he staggered off the bed, my vision blurred, but I could still make out his silhouette. He tried to stand, failing a few times before finally finding his footing."W

Time stopped as I stared, shocked at the figure seated in front of me, a massive grin on his face. “I never imagined a day would come when I’d get to see this expression on your face, let alone be responsible for it,” he mumbled lazily. “What, cat got your tongue, sweet Kara?” I was at a loss for words. My lips parted, yet nothing came forth. Confusion was apparent in my countenance. Undoubtedly, this conversation would be a long one. “How did I get here?” I questioned, staring into his eyes without fear. Rodrigo was one of the biggest drug dealers in the country. However, he walked freely because nobody had been able to prove it. Yet I knew who he was—Rodrigo Aragon, an American-born Italian, twenty-nine years old. I had been pursuing him for two years after he was declared wanted by the ASA for a multi-billion-dollar drug shipment the agency detected. However, he was able to buy his way out of the case, and since then, I had kept my eyes on him. “By car. Surely, you didn’t

Dylan’s PovI woke up panting, my chest heaving as sweat trickled down my body. My hands instinctively clutched the sheets, my heart racing. The dream had returned—the same haunting scene that played in my mind every night since my initiation as Alpha. Groaning, I pressed my fingers against my throbbing temples. My head pounded, a cruel reminder of last night’s party. Craig had dragged me to the club, and I had drunk more than I should have. A soft movement beside me made my brows furrow. A hand, warm and unwelcome, trailed lazily across my skin. My body stiffened. I remembered falling asleep alone, so who the fuck was in my bed? I turned my head, my eyes narrowing as I took in the familiar figure beside me. "Tiffany! How the fuck did you get here?"She stirred, her lashes fluttering open as a slow, satisfied smile curved her lips. "Hey, you're up,"she murmured sleepily. "And I asked you a question," I snapped. She stretched like a cat, completely unfazed. "You called m

My legs trembled as I held onto the rails of the building, carefully lowering my body until my feet touched the ground. My legs moved fast, running further from the facility as these men chased me. “Where the hell are you guys?” I asked through the earphones, sprinting as fast as I could. “We’re close,” he retorted, and just then, a black van arrived in front of me. I immediately jumped in as it took off. “That was stupid, Kara!” His voice resounded inside the moving vehicle the instant I got in. “Relax, Rodrigo, I got the files,” I muttered. “You would have been caught! Then what?” he shot back, making me roll my eyes. “Well, I wasn’t caught, okay? So relax.” Rodrigo growled at me. He was pissed at my actions, but I had no choice—I needed to get those files. I was unable to retrieve everything, but 80 percent of the files was better than nothing. At least with these, I would be able to find out why and who set me up. I closed my eyes as the car sped back to the ma