บททั้งหมดของ Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I giggled, breathless, as Caleb’s lips trailed down the side of my neck, his hands already tugging at the hem of my dress.He didn’t stop.His voice was low, thick with mischief. “Just a few minutes. No one’s going to know, Delilah.”I bit down on my lip, trying to focus, but his fingers brushed over my thigh and all coherent thoughts scattered like petals in the wind. “But we can wait until tonight. We’re going to be bound today, Caleb. Officially. You can have me every night—”He silenced me with a kiss that curled my toes. His mouth was demanding, hot, and familiar in all the ways that made me melt for him. My back arched involuntarily as his palm slid to the curve of my hip, gripping me with an urgency I didn’t have the strength to deny.“We’ve waited long enough,” he growled softly, pressing me back against the wall with his body. “You’re mine. My Luna. My Queen. And I want you now.”Before I could argue again, if I even meant to…he lifted me effortl

Delilah’s PovIt’s been Six days.Six long, quiet, uneventful days of him lying still pale, lifeless, and unmoving, yet somehow the most powerful presence in this entire house. Malric. The Supreme Alpha. The sleeping lycan king.And me? I’ve been treated like royalty. No one dares question who I am or why I’m here. They call me “healer,” but I see the way they lower their heads when I pass. As if they can feel it. The power humming beneath my skin. The kind that only comes from being broken, banished, and reborn.No one’s mentioned Caleb.No one’s even looked at me like I was once the Luna of Velmora.Which leads me to two conclusions: either these people are entirely new… or they’ve truly forgotten. Either way, it plays perfectly into my hands.But one hasn’t forgotten.Seraphine.She comes. Not every day, but often enough to make me wonder. She never lingers, never greets me with warmth or suspicion. Just silence and those ever-glowing eyes.So when I saw her again today, walking up

Malric’s PovLying lifeless is not as peaceful as one might imagine.There was pain which was a dull and relentless pain but no means to show it. I existed in a limbo of suffering, somewhere between life and death, until a voice shattered the silence. A touch broke the stillness. A woman.Delilah.The same woman I watched walk straight into a trap without hesitation. The same woman who looked at me as if I were something more than a cursed, broken beast. She pulled me out. Not with brute strength, but with her stubbornness. Her fire. Her scent.I felt it before I saw her.And when I did see her stumbling around my chambers with bowls of strange herbs and infusions—I found myself staring. Staring in ways I hadn’t in over a century.She was dangerous.Beautiful things always are.I had never been captivated by anyone. I was not built for captivation. I was built for war, for command, for silence. I would not be the one to fall. Not for her. Especially not for her.“Are you even listenin