All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Malric's PovThe forest stretched endlessly, swallowing them whole. Every tree looked the same, tall, ancient, mocking their footsteps. The sound of boots crunching over leaves had become a rhythm of frustration and fatigue.Reyna broke the silence first, groaning loudly."Are you sure you know where we're going, Malric? Because it feels like we've been walking around the same damn rock for the last five days."I didn't answer at first. My eyes were fixed on the terrain ahead, senses sharpened, every sound dissected."Malric," she pressed, hands on her hips. "Be honest. You're lost.""I'm not lost.""Uh-huh." She folded her arms. "Then how come that tree looks exactly like the one we passed this morning?"Cory chuckled beside her, leaning against his spear. "Maybe the trees are following us. Or maybe, Reyna, you're just bad at directions.""Oh, shut it," she snapped. "You're just as tired as I am.""I'm not tired," Corey said, though his heavy breathing betrayed him. "I just can't fee

Delilah's Pov If someone had told me that I'd be spending the night playing nursemaid to a half–demon, half–wolf with anger issues and cheekbones sharp enough to commit murder, I'd have laughed in their face. But here I was, sleepless, barefoot, and moving around Verret's oversized, gloomy mansion like a lost cat burglar.The storm outside didn't help. Every thunderclap sounded like an omen, and every shadow looked like it might pounce on me. Meanwhile, Verret was on the bed, shivering. The almighty, smug, terrifying Verret shaking like a leaf.At first, I thought, serves him right. Maybe karma was finally clocking in for once. But then his breathing grew uneven, his skin clammy, his fangs barely retracting. I felt something twist in my chest....annoyance, worry, or maybe my stomach rebelling against my conscience."Get it together, Delilah," I muttered, rummaging through cabinets and shelves. "You're not Florence Nightingale. You're just trying to not get killed in a haunted castle.

Verret's Pov She ran from me.And I stood there, frozen, the echo of her footsteps fading down the corridor until all that was left was the ragged sound of my own breathing.The taste of her still lingered on my lips, sweet, warm, alive - and it burned more fiercely than any curse I'd ever known.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady the chaos inside. I had kissed her. I had kissed Delilah.And now she wanted nothing more than to get away from me."Delilah," I whispered to the empty hall, "please..."But she was gone.I found myself walking before I even realized it. My feet knew the way to her chamber. The corridors felt endless, shadows stretching like judgmental whispers, the torches flickering weakly against the stone walls. Every step was heavier than the last.When I reached her door, I stopped. My heart the same heart I thought I'd buried centuries ago, pounded so hard it hurt.I raised my hand and knocked once.Silence."Delilah," I called softly. "Please open the do

Delilah's Pov The morning air was still, heavy with silence. I stood by the window, staring out into the endless gray horizon that stretched over Verret's territory. The sky looked dull, and the place was...if I was being honest, boring as hell.Days had blurred together since that night. Since the kiss. Since I slammed the door in his face and told myself to never, ever let it happen again.But Verret... he had been different since then. Quiet. Patient. He hadn't tried to touch me again, hadn't even said anything suggestive. Instead, he'd done the one thing I never expected from a man like him,he started serving me.Every morning, there was food waiting, hot, fresh, and hand-cooked. Every evening, the same. Sometimes, he'd leave it by the door with a small note: Eat, Delilah. Don't make me worry.It was maddeningly gentle. Maddeningly confusing.I brushed my hair slowly, staring at my reflection. My fingers paused halfway down a lock of silver-blonde hair. What is even happening out

Delilah's Pov The fire in the hearth had burned down to soft, glowing embers. Shadows swayed across the walls like restless ghosts, and the air carried the faint scent of smoke and something darker, the kind of silence that settles only when two people stop pretending.Verret sat at the edge of the bed, bare-chested, the blanket pooled around his waist. I sat beside him, wrapped tightly in the same fabric, my hair a tangled mess against my neck.For a long time, neither of us spoke.I didn't know what to say. My pulse was still a little wild, my mind even more so. But what startled me most was how calm he looked calm, but not cold. Just... quiet.His gaze was fixed on the fire, but I could tell he was thinking. Always thinking."So," he said at last, voice low, breaking the silence like glass. "Do you want to go first, or should I?""Go first with what?""Our little talk." He glanced at me sideways, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. "You said we should talk, didn't you?"I blinked,