All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Delilah’s PovHeading home felt… strange. The rumble of the carriage wheels against the dirt road should’ve been comforting, but instead, it felt like an echo of defeat. My plan was supposed to work. I was supposed to get close to Malric, learn everything about him, then dismantle his world from the inside out. That was the goal. That was always the goal.And yet… somewhere along the way, my plan started defeating me instead.That’s why I had to leave.I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed to prepare myself better. Because Malric wasn’t the type of man you could take down with simple tricks and whispered lies. No, he was something else entirely. Something dangerous.I sat curled in the carriage, knees tucked close, journal resting on my lap. I’d spent hours scribbling thoughts that made no sense.Even when I tried not to think about him, my body betrayed me. Every memory of his voice, every fleeting touch, it was like fire licking through my veins. It shouldn’t feel this way.

Delilah’s PovIt’s been days.Days since that night. Days since Malric’s cold hands touched my skin, days since his voice wrapped around me like smoke, dark and consuming.And yet, I could still feel him. I hated it.I hated that I touched myself every night thinking of him. Hated that the memory of him lingered on me like a curse. It scared me, how much control he had over me without even being here. He said he would come back for me, that this time, he’d take me with him… but he hasn’t.Maybe he changed his mind.Maybe I’m nothing more than a passing distraction to the Lycan King.I shook the thought away and focused on the man sitting across from me, an old villager I was treating.“Take this two times a day,” I said, handing him a small vial of pale-blue liquid. “Exactly eight hours apart. Three days, no more. You’ll be fine after that.”The man nodded, clutching the vial like it was made of gold. “Thank you, Miss Delilah. You’re a blessing.”I smiled faintly and began to pack up

Delilah’s POVIt’s been a week since I came here.I don’t even know how to explain what I feel anymore. Everyone treats me like I’m some kind of goddess. They bring me food, new dresses, even jewelry I never asked for. They bow whenever I pass like I’m someone important.But him… Malric.I thought… I don’t know, I thought there would be more. Maybe the craving he once talked about. Maybe the fire. Maybe… sex. Anything. Something.But nothing.In seven whole days, I’ve only seen him two times. And even those times, it’s like he isn’t there. He’s distant. Cold. He doesn’t look at me the way I want him to. And when he does, there’s something dark in his eyes, like he’s carrying the whole world on his shoulders.I don’t know if I should be happy he hasn’t touched me… or sad that he hasn’t.I keep telling myself I don’t care. That I shouldn’t care. That I shouldn’t want him the way I do. But I still find myself thinking about him. Wondering where he goes when he disappears.And then… the f

Delilah’s Pov I didn’t understand any of it.Everything was happening so fast, like I’d been dropped into the middle of a scene I hadn’t rehearsed for. Wolves, blood, fighting, Reyna suddenly showing up… and now she was standing in front of Malric, challenging him like she had a death wish.She had no idea who he was.Reyna didn’t know what Malric could do — what he was. He could kill her with a snap of his fingers, and yet here she stood, chin raised, unafraid.“You killed most of my men,” Reyna spat, her voice sharp as steel.Malric’s expression didn’t change. His voice was deep, calm, and cold when he replied, “You invited them here. Onto my land. Without my permission.”“So, that’s why you slaughtered them?” she fired back. “Because they dared step foot on your precious territory?”Malric’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t answer.Reyna turned to me suddenly, her voice softening only slightly. “Delilah… I don’t know what you see in him. I don’t know what he has on you. But I will fin

Delilah’s Pov His breath was hot against my ear. His body pressed hard against my back, trapping me between him and the cold wall. My hands were pinned behind me, held easily in one of his large palms.“Malric…” My voice came out soft, shaky.“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growled, his chest rumbling against me.My heart pounded violently. I could feel every inch of him pressed into me — the hard planes of his chest, his heat, his strength. My breath hitched when his free hand slid slowly from my waist, brushing down to my hip, gripping it possessively.“Do you know,” he murmured against my neck, his lips grazing my skin, “how many men in this room are dying to touch you?”I swallowed hard, trembling. “I… I don’t care about them.”“You shouldn’t,” he said darkly, nipping at the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Because you’re mine.”“Yours?” I whispered, even as my body arched instinctively into his touch.His grip tightened on my wrists. “All. Mine.”Before I could pro