All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Delilah's Pov*Two Years Later*"You shouldn't go back to Velmora. You don't belong there anymore," Reyna said, arms folded as she stood in the doorway, her eyes filled with concern.I tightened the straps of my satchel, the weight of my decision heavier than anything inside it. "I know," I replied calmly, "but that’s exactly why I have to go. Everyone thinks I’m dead… and yet, they contacted me.""You can politely decline," Reyna argued. Her voice was sharp, but it trembled.I turned to her, offering a faint smile. "No, Reyna. I can’t. I have to get my revenge… for what Caleb and Islode did to me."Reyna scoffed. "And how exactly do you plan to do that? You’ll just waltz back into Velmora like some ghost from the past?""You’ll see," I whispered, stepping closer to her. "You’ll hear of it. Just know… I plan to have his father under my clothes before anyone even realizes who I really am."She blinked. "Crashed out," she muttered. “You’re mad.”Maybe I was. But revenge had a strange wa

Delilah's Pov After I finished taking my bath, I wrapped the towel tighter around my body and stepped out into the bedroom, water dripping off my skin like quiet whispers against the floor. The room was still dim, the curtains filtering in only a little sunlight, but it was enough.I took my time getting dressed, I wore simple clothes that hugged my body just enough. My hair was still damp as I combed through it, letting the strands fall naturally. My fingers lingered on the comb longer than necessary, my mind slipping back to what had happened earlier.Those eyes. I knew those eyes. I would never not know them, not in a million lifetimes. It was Malric. I was sure of it.And now, for the first time since I’d arrived in this strange pack, he was awake.I smoothed my hands over my clothes one last time and stepped out of the room, walking through the stone corridors that still felt too grand and too cold. My feet were light, but my heart was loud.As I turned the corner, I saw one of

Delilah’s PovI was on my knees, looking up at Malric, his piercing gaze burning into me like he could see straight through every secret, every hidden thought. His presence was overwhelming, the raw power radiating from him making my chest tighten. Then, suddenly, he bent down, his large hand curling beneath my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.“You look so beautiful when you kneel for me,” he murmured, his voice deep, rough, and commanding.My throat went dry. I swallowed hard but said nothing. My heart was pounding, yet I refused to let him see just how much he was affecting me.His thumb brushed against my lower lip slowly, deliberately, tracing the soft curve before gliding downward along my neck. I inhaled sharply when his touch lingered at the hollow of my throat, warm and demanding. My body responded before I could stop it, heat pooling low in my belly, my breath growing unsteady.But just as suddenly as he leaned in, Malric pulled back, his jaw tense, his coldness slamming ba

Malric’s PovThe dining table was unusually quiet — just the soft clinking of utensils, the muffled scrape of plates. But beneath the silence, my head was chaos.It’s been two days since… that night.Two days since I had Delilah trembling beneath my touch, gasping my name like she belonged to me. And fuck, even now… I could still smell her. That sweet, wet heat clinging to my senses, teasing me like a curse.I should never have touched her.I don’t want anyone. I’ve never wanted anyone. People want me, they always have. I don’t chase. I don’t bend. But Delilah…She’s different. She’s trouble wrapped in soft skin and defiance, and the more I try to ignore her, the more I want to ruin her.And I hate that.I sat at the head of the table, trying to appear as cold and untouchable as ever, ignoring the weight of her presence just a few seats away. She hadn’t looked at me once since that night. Not even once. That should’ve pleased me — instead, it burned.Seraphine was here too, chatting

Delilah’s PovAs soon as Malric told me it was my choice, that was the cue I needed. I wasn’t going to bow down to him easily. I wanted to make him beg. I wanted him obsessed, ruined, broken by me the same way I had planned since the beginning. And then, as if fate was on my side, the crowd started gathering in the middle of the hall. The music shifted, slower, heavier, sensual, and couples began switching partners.I let myself get pulled into it, moving like water, switching from one stranger to another, each step drawing me closer to where Malric stood watching. My hips swayed deliberately, every brush of my body against someone else slow and deliberate. I could feel his eyes on me, burning into me like molten heat, and I loved it. I wanted him restless.When I switched to another man I didn’t recognize, I danced seductively, letting my fingers trail lazily along his shoulders, making sure Malric saw every second of it. I stole a glance at him, and his jaw was locked tight, his st