All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Verret’s Pov The silence between us stretched like a blade, sharp and taunting. She walked beside me, her steps slow but purposeful, her eyes fixed ahead as though every petal and leaf offended her existence. I could hear the rustle of her gown brushing against the gravel path, soft and rhythmic — a sound that did something strange to me. I hated it. I wanted it louder. I wanted her voice louder.The gardens of my mansion looked alive under the dim morning light, vines climbing the marble pillars, roses half-bloomed, and the distant fountain whispering water songs. But she — she was quieter than all of it. And somehow, that silence screamed louder than any noise I’ve ever known.I finally broke it.“Do you always make it a point to ignore people who save your life?” I asked, tone calm, almost bored.She didn’t even flinch. “Do you always make it a point to ruin the lives you save?”Her answer made me smirk despite myself. “You’re learning to bite back again. That’s good. I was starti

Delilah’s PovAt first, I thought I was dreaming.The faint, golden shimmer reflecting off the mirror couldn’t be real, not on my skin, not me. But when I turned around and caught sight of my back through the mirror again, the light was brighter, pulsing like a heartbeat.“What the hell…” I whispered, twisting my shoulder to see it clearer. The mark had always been there, a strange, barely visible scar that I thought was just birth-related, nothing important. But now it was glowing, alive, breathing.I rubbed my palm over it and it felt warm, almost burning.“Why are you doing this?” I whispered to my own reflection, panic beginning to rise.The air in the room grew heavier. My breath came out shaky, uneven. And before I could think twice, the door burst open.“Delilah!”I flinched, turning sharply. It wasn’t Verret who came in first, it was one of the guards, his eyes wide, his expression tight with fear. Then, in seconds, Verret appeared behind him, his entire presence dark and comm

Malric’s Pov The days had turned to weeks, and still, no word of Delilah. The sun rose and fell, but everything in the kingdom stayed cold and heavy, like the sky itself was mourning her absence. I hadn’t eaten properly in days. I looked so unkept But I didn’t care. Because my mate, my Delilah was out there. Somewhere. And every heartbeat that still echoed inside me was proof she was alive. If she were gone, I would feel it. I would know. The bond between us would have died too, but it hadn’t. It still ached, sharp and burning in my chest, like a cruel reminder that she was alive but far away. Ava had been working for days, sketching sigils, drawing symbols that glowed under moonlight. The map to the witches’ domain wasn’t something anyone created easily; it demanded patience, focus, and sacrifice. But every passing hour felt like a blade twisting in my gut. She was taking too long. What if Delilah was hurt? What if she was calling for me right now, and I wasn’t there? I clenc

Verret’s Pov Two days.It had been two damn days since she’d stepped into my home, and she’d barely said more than five sentences to me.I’d been told silence was peaceful. Whoever said that clearly never had Delilah under the same roof. Her silence wasn’t peaceful; it was thunder waiting for a place to strike.I’d rather she yelled at me, slammed a door, or threw one of those daggered words she was good at. But this… quiet? It was maddening.And the irony?I preferred her temper.At least when she was angry, she looked at me.This morning, I heard her moving around upstairs, the sharp drag of furniture, the dull thud of something falling, and a few whispered curses that made my mouth twitch in amusement.I didn’t have to go up to know what she was doing. She’d decided to move out of the room we’d been sharing and into another one. Typical Delilah… fiery, proud, and pretending she didn’t notice the way I barely slept when she was near.Truth is, I couldn’t.Every time she shifted in

Verret’s Pov( The Aftertaste Of Blood)The house was finally quiet. Only the faint crackle from the fireplace and the sharp smell of blood reminded me that the fight had been real.I stood in the middle of the living room, shirt half-torn, blood splattered across my arms. Delilah hadn’t moved from where I’d left her. She was standing by the wall, trembling, eyes fixed on me like I was something feral that had just crawled out of the dark.“Delilah…” My voice came out softer than I intended.She blinked once. Twice. Then whispered, “You killed them.”“Yes,” I said simply.She flinched, hugging her arms. “You didn’t even hesitate.”“They wanted to hurt you.” I took a step closer. She took a step back. Figures. “And you think I’d stand there and watch?”Her throat bobbed. “I didn’t ask you to—”“I didn’t need you to ask,” I cut in sharply, then immediately hated the edge in my tone. I exhaled and ran a bloody hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted.”Her eyes darted t