Bite Me Harder, Alpha

Chapter 8: Kieran

The pack meeting is brutal.

The main hall is packed with the wolf pack: enforcers line the walls, elders sit rigidly in rows, and young wolves nervously change between their human and wolf forms. The air is thick with a storm of emotions: anger, fear, distrust, and something far more sinister.

All of it is aimed at the girl sitting beside me.

Sienna shouldn’t be here, not after what she’s just seen. But she’s brave to stand up here and let them watch her. Her scent is a mix of things: almost pleasant fear.

I grit my teeth and try to sit still. Try.

She sits straight-backed, chin lifted, and hands folded tightly in her lap. She pretends she isn’t overwhelmed. She pretends the room of wolves doesn’t terrify her.

That bravery? That quiet defiance? It’s killing me.

Tabitha trembles on her other side, but Sienna? She barely flinches as wolves three times her size stare her down like she’s a threat or prey.

I stand. Alpha dominance rolls out automatically, stamping down the tension like a boot on a fire.

“The Architects issued a formal challenge,” I say. The hall silences instantly. “They want Sienna Hart delivered to them within forty-eight hours. If we refuse, they’ll escalate attacks on other packs.”

The wolves growl, expressing anger, fear, and disbelief.

“Which means we need to decide,” I continue. “Do we protect her? Or hand her over?”

Sienna visibly tenses up, reacting to the pain. Her smell changes. Bitter. Sharp. My wolf reacts violently, shoving against my ribs. I place a steadying hand on the back of her chair—not touching her, but close enough that she can feel the boundary I’m holding. My control is a thin, breaking thing.

From the back, a gruff voice snarls. “She’s human. Why risk all our lives for someone who isn’t one of us?”

Snarls join him—low, uncertain, and hungry.

Sienna goes still. Her pulse jumps. Her scent spikes. My wolf lunges so hard my vision flashes gold. The room fills with a raw, genuine growl that is far from courteous. It shakes the rafters.

“She didn’t bring this threat,” I bite out. “They did.”

Maddox steps forward. “They killed Dario. Elena. Josh. All wolves tied to the old Alpha, all wolves who knew Lilian Hart.” He gestures toward Sienna. “They’re tying up loose ends.”

“They’ll kill her next,” someone mutters. “Might as well—”

The snarl that tears from my throat cuts him off. Every wolf in the hall drops into instinctive silence.

“If you think giving her up will save us,” I say coldly, “you’re a fool. They’ll dissect her, take what they want, and turn their weapons on us next.”

Elara rises, her voice sharp. “The chemical signatures on the bodies prove it. The Architects are perfecting a method to kill wolves. Permanently. Her genetic material might be the missing key.”

A murmur of fear sweeps the room.

“So yes,” I say. “We protect her.”

A wolf near the front hisses, “Easy to say when she’s sitting at your side, Alpha. You’ve already claimed her.”

The hall goes dead quiet. Sienna’s breath catches. My wolf surges toward her like a tide. I take a single step back to stop myself from reaching for her.

“I haven’t claimed her,” I say carefully.

Her fragrance intensifies once more. The impact of it cuts me deeply, much as a blade would. My jaw grinds. “I haven’t claimed her,” I repeat, forcing each word. “Because she is human. Because it would kill her. And I am not that reckless.”

But my wolf roars in my head. Liar. She’s ours. Claim. Keep.

The entire room can smell the war happening under my skin.

As I clear my throat, I make an effort to steady my voice. “But I will protect her. Because she’s connected to the truth that’s been buried for twenty years. Because The Architects are using her as an excuse to come for us. And because the next wolf they kill won’t be a lone patrol guard—it’ll be one of our own pups.”

That makes them listen. Wolves are quiet when you mention pups. The hall shifts tone—fear turning to resolve, resolve hardening into unity.

Finally, an older wolf stands. “What’s the plan then, Alpha? If not surrender?”

“War,” Maddox says.

“Not yet,” I cut in. “We fortify. We investigate. We buy time. We find out what they want from Sienna and why.”

“And if they attack before that?” someone asks.

My gaze flicks to Sienna. Her eyes meet mine. She is braver than she should be. I inhale her scent, a blend of fear and the subtle fragrance of trust.

I break.

“If they attack,” I say quietly, “they’ll find out exactly what happens when you threaten what’s mine.”

The room goes silent again. Sienna inhales sharply—just that one tiny sound—and it spears straight through the noise in my head.

Damn it.

I shouldn’t have said that. Not when every wolf in this hall is watching for any crack in my control, any sign that their Alpha would prioritize one woman over his entire territory. An Alpha doesn’t appear weak or get attached. An Alpha maintains composure, unaffected by any enticing, unsettling, or challenging scent.

But I say it anyway because it’s the truth. And every wolf in this room smells it.

You feel the shift in the air right away; it's delicate, though clear. Their instincts are shifting as the pack becomes rigid. Some wary. Some curious. Some quietly resigned, because they can feel exactly what’s pulling at me, dragging at me, unraveling the edges of my self-control.

And my wolf is howling for her.

I force my expression blank, spine straight, dominance locked back into place like iron plates snapping shut. “You all know my stance,” I say, voice calm, controlled, Alpha-steady. “You know the priority. Protect the pack. Always. That hasn’t changed.”

A few wolves nod, reassured. Others watch me with sharp eyes, trying to read between the lines—trying to see if I’m biased, compromised, or… weak. I meet every gaze head-on, unflinching.

“I won’t let The Architects dictate our decisions,” I continue. “We protect Sienna because it protects all of us. That’s the strategy. Nothing more.”

With my shoulders squared and my voice taking on a harder tone, I steel myself for what is to come. “Meeting adjourned. Maddox, double patrols. Elara, prep an analysis on the last body. Everyone else... clear out.”

Wolves rise instantly, movement tight and obedient. But not a single one leaves without taking one last look at Sienna. At me. At whatever the hell this is.

And when the hall finally empties, when the echoes fade, I release the breath I’ve been holding.