All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Malric's PovThe sound hit first, a sharp creak slicing through the suffocating silence.My heart jerked in my chest.The door.For days, it had been sealed shut, an immovable thing mocking us. But now, it opened on its own, slowly and deliberately...as if the darkness itself was pulling it ajar.Everyone froze. Ava's spoon clattered against her plate. Cory's head snapped up, eyes wide, his mouth still full. Reyna was already on her feet before I could even move.I pushed back from the table so hard the chair screeched across the floor."What the hell..." I muttered, my pulse thundering.We exchanged wary glances, and then we moved-every muscle tense, every breath quiet. Ava was the first to whisper what we were all thinking."Something's wrong."No one needed to be told twice. We all reached for whatever we could use as a weapon. My claws threatened to rip through my fingers as I readied myself.We formed a half-circle around the door. The air was heavy, static, pressing against my l

Delilah's 's Pov I didn't breathe for a full heartbeat.Did I hear that right?Celia. Standing there. Breathing. Real.My lips parted before I could stop myself. "What?" My voice came out thin, shaky, almost breaking in the middle. "What do you mean? I thought your mate was dead."Celia turned toward me slowly, her eyes flicking like liquid silver beneath the light. "I'm not dead," she said simply, like she hadn't just shattered every bone in my chest with those three words.My throat tightened. I looked at Malric. Waiting. Hoping he would say something, anything, to make sense of this madness.But he didn't.He just stood there. Frozen. His eyes darted between me and her like he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from."Malric?" I whispered.He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.Verret leaned against the wall, smirking as though this entire thing were his private theatre. His voice dripped with poison. "Well, someone should say something. The silence is almost tragi

Verret's PovThe night hung heavy over my chambers. The air was thick, thicker than silence itself. Outside, the torches flickered against the wind, painting shadows that stretched and crawled like restless spirits across the walls. I sat there, motionless, my hands clasped before me, staring into the black emptiness that seemed to echo from within my chest.They said she was still unconscious.Delilah.The name burned like a forbidden prayer on my tongue.I should have gone to her. I should have done something. But I couldn't.Not yet.The healers had tried everything. Herbs. Incantations. Ancient runes.Nothing worked. Nothing ever would.Because I knew why she couldn't wake.Because I knew what she was.Her mother hadn't conceived her naturally.She was made. Crafted through forbidden power, through the art of creation that should never have been touched. The essence of two souls merged into one, but neither belonging completely to the world of the living.And the cruel law that bo

Malric's PovThree days.Three whole days since I last saw Delilah.Three whole days since I last heard her voice.Every second stretched like a curse.I'd been standing outside the mansion for hours, my eyes fixed on the forest that stretched endlessly beyond the horizon. The morning mist clung to the air, damp and heavy, like it was holding my guilt in place.I didn't know where she was now, or if she was even safe.And for the first time in my life, I didn't know what to do.Should I go after her?Should I let her go?Or should I go back to Velmora and pretend none of this ever happened?The sound of footsteps behind me broke my thoughts."Still here?" Cory's voice carried that familiar dry sarcasm. "You've been standing there since dawn, Malric. I thought maybe you'd turned into a statue."I exhaled heavily but didn't turn. "Maybe I already have."He came to stand beside me, folding his arms. "It's been three days. You haven't eaten. You haven't slept. You just keep staring into t

Delilah's Pov Morning came softly, with rays of gold spilling through the curtains like a whisper. My eyes blinked open slowly, the memory of last night weighing on my chest. My head pounded - not from lack of sleep, but from the mess of emotions knotted inside me. I groaned quietly, sitting up, hair tangled and emotions more tangled still. "You did well, Delilah," I muttered sarcastically to myself. "You told him to leave. Bravo." My voice cracked, though, betraying the ache I'd been trying to swallow all night. The air felt heavier this morning. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe confusion. Or maybe just the silence that comes after chaos. Either way, it was suffocating. I rose from the bed sluggishly, dragging myself to the washroom. The marble floor was cold beneath my feet, grounding me. I stripped down, turned on the water, and let it pour over my body - hot, cleansing, relentless. The steam fogged the mirrors, and I leaned against the wall, eyes closed. Why does it hurt this mu