All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Seraphine’s Pov You know when they say if you want something, you have to do everything to get it? That is exactly what I am doing right now. I am the Moon Goddess, yet here I am, watching, learning, studying like a lovesick mortal. Every tilt of her head, every laugh she lets slip, every careless touch of her hair — I store it in my mind. All of it. Because if imitating Delilah is what it takes to make Malric see me again, then so be it.I don’t sleep anymore. Not because I can’t, but because I won’t. I can’t allow her even a second of advantage. Tonight, I saw the letter she dropped, and my pulse tightened. Midnight. Malric.She was going to him.So I prepared. I masked my divine scent with the healer’s potion, doused myself in shadows, and followed her silently.Every step I took behind her was a war. My pride screamed at me. You’re the goddess, you shouldn’t be crawling in the dark after a little mortal girl. But my hunger… oh, my hunger silenced everything. I wanted him. Needed

Delilah’s PovI stood there, frozen, staring at him like he had just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. My voice trembled at first, but then it sharpened into steel.“Malric Vane,” I said slowly, my throat tight, “what is my last name?”He blinked. Confusion. His jaw tightened, but his eyes darted away from me. That was all the answer I needed.“You don’t know,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. My lips trembled, but my chest felt like fire. “You don’t even know my name.”“Delilah…” he started, stepping toward me, but I cut him off.“No!” My voice cracked through the room like lightning. “Don’t you dare say my name now, not when you can’t even tell me who I am. Do you even know my favorite color? My birthday? Do you know what I dream of at night, Malric? Do you even know a thing about me?”He froze, his fists clenching. He looked like a man used to battles, used to striking and winning, but completely defenseless against words.I laughed bitterly, a sound so ugly it hurt my

Malric’s Pov(The past)The night was heavy, but when I closed my eyes at her grave, I wasn’t here anymore.I was back there…with her.Celia.The air was softer, warmer. Lanterns glowed faintly across the balcony, spilling golden light over her hair as she leaned against the railing. She was laughing, my gods, she was laughing. That sound, clear and bright, could slice through every shadow I carried inside me.“You’re not even listening to me,” she accused, pointing her finger at me in mock outrage.“I am,” I lied, stepping closer, my eyes tracing the curve of her mouth.“No, you’re staring at me like a wolf about to pounce.” She giggled, tossing her braid over her shoulder.“And if I am?” I murmured, caging her in with my arms as I leaned against the railing behind her.Her breath caught, but her smile didn’t falter. She looked up at me with those eyes that always saw right through the darkness in me. “Then I suppose you’ll have to catch me first.”She darted away, bare feet slapping

Delilah’s Pov “No,” I repeated firmly, and silence followed. Both of us just stared at each other, the air thick enough to cut.I arched a brow. “You think you can get anything you want, don’t you? Just because you’ve lived for a hundred, two hundred, three hundred years. You think everyone will bow to you, crawl when you call, listen when you speak. Is that what you think?”Malric’s lips curved the slightest bit. “Yes.”“Typical,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I pushed up from the chair.I didn’t get far. His hand shot out, strong and steady, wrapping around my wrist. “You’re coming with me, Delilah.”I tilted my head. “Say please.”“Do we necessarily have to do this?” His tone was half amused, half strained.“Yes.”His gaze locked with mine. And then, surprisingly soft: “Please, Delilah. Come with me, my lady… my queen.”I snorted, tugging my hand back. “Whatever. But make it quick. I have things to do.”“Things like what?”“Things,” I snapped. “None of your business.”He didn’t a

Delilah’s Pov The garden had become my favorite escape.The soft hum of bees, the sweet perfume of blooming roses, and the gardener quietly tending the flowers, it all gave me a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long while.Peace. That was rare for me.It’s been days, if not weeks, since Malric started his ridiculous mission of “getting to know me better.” As much as I tried to make it difficult for him, he was… trying. Taking me out, showing me Velmora, even making me laugh in the strangest moments. The last time he took me into town, I could hardly walk the streets because of the way people stared at me. And through it all, he kept his promise, not once laying a hand on me.And yet… my body remembered him.That dinner. That night when he sat across from me looking so irritatingly confident and so dangerously handsome. I wanted to climb over the table and tear him apart. Instead, I sipped my wine like a woman with self-control, swallowing down urges I had no business entertaining.I