All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Seraphine’s Pov “You see what I’m saying, Malric?” I murmured, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of my oil.“She’s in there with Caleb doing things the stars don’t even whisper about. I told you from the start: she isn’t the one for you.”We were a few feet from Caleb’s door. I had pulled him here on purpose. He’d followed because men never resist the promise of scandal. I could see the twitch in his jaw. He was a volcano wrapped in steel.“Why are you showing me this?” he asked, sharp, quiet.“Open your eyes,” I said. “I have news. Come to your chambers. Let me tell you properly.”He shifted his weight. “Tell me here.”“No. We need fury. We need a place where you can be angry. Let’s go.”He didn’t argue. He never did when I pulled the strings right.When the door clicked shut behind us in his chamber, I exhaled, theatrically soft. I let all my sorrow and outrage pour into the gentlest voice I could manage.“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry you started loving someone onl

Seraphine’s Pov My feet felt like they belonged to someone else. Every step stung, bones, joints, the raw places beneath the skin. Days of walking had scraped the map from my patience. I wondered, more than once, if I had been foolish to set off alone. Perhaps I should have taken company. Perhaps I should have stayed.But the road had a way of answering questions by walking them out. I had chosen this path. I would follow it to whatever end it held.By the time night folded itself over the world I was near breaking. The last of my water sloshed in an almost-empty skin at my hip. My pack hung like a lead weight on my shoulders. The wind had teeth now, cold and fine, and the birds had settled into their night-singers.I found a tree, huge and knotted, its roots like the ribs of the earth. I sank against it and let out a breath that had been held tight for too long. For a few minutes I closed my eyes and let the dark and the wind carry the ache away. I thought of everything I’d done fo

Seraphine’s Pov The chamber smelled of smoke and iron, thick enough to choke. Shadows stretched across the walls, swallowing the corners whole. Lord Verret stood there, silent, unmovable, his eyes gleaming like black fire.“Strip,” he said.The word cut into me sharper than any blade. My lips trembled. “What? Why?”His voice was calm, cold, absolute. “If you are not ready for what is to come, speak now. But if you agree, there is no return. Not tonight. Not ever.”I should have refused. I should have demanded dignity, demanded release. But I heard myself whisper instead:“I’ll do it.”He tilted his head, not smiling, not frowning. “Then begin.”My fingers shook as I untied the silk at my shoulders. Each layer falling away felt like another piece of me, my pride, my divinity, my strength. The cool air licked at my skin, yet heat flamed inside me. By the time the last layer slipped, I was trembling.Three men stepped forward from the shadows. Hefty, broad-shouldered, their eyes hungry,

Seraphine’s Pov I did not sleep.How could I, with death rotting only a few steps away from me?All night my eyes stayed open, burning and dry, fixed on the rough wall in front of me. I could not turn back, could not bring myself to look at the corpse in the shadows. The stench was faint but present, that sickening sour note that clung to the back of my throat. My stomach churned. Each time the wind outside groaned against the wood, I flinched, terrified that the body would move.I curled into myself, the thin cloth clutched around my bare skin, and I whispered a thousand prayers to a goddess who had already abandoned me. My body screamed for rest, but my mind wouldn’t allow it. Not with him there. Not with that reminder of what awaited me if I failed.I don’t know when dawn came. It was the sound of the door opening that pulled me out of my trance. The hinges groaned, and a man’s voice cut through the silence.“Come.”I didn’t hesitate. Anything…anything to be away from that room, f

Delilah’s Pov I opened my eyes slowly, the soft weight of the sheets tangled around my body. My skin still hummed with memory, every corner of the room carrying the ghost of what happened last night. I could almost see it…the way Malric had pressed me against the wall, the sharp rhythm of his thrusts, the way his hands had gripped my breasts as though they belonged to him and him alone. It was raw, it was rough, but it was also beautiful. Too beautiful.I didn’t even realize I was lost in thought until a deep voice cut through the silence.“What are you thinking about?” Malric asked.I turned quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. He was already half-dressed, pulling his tunic over his shoulders. I pulled the sheets tighter around myself and sat up, feigning calm.“Nothing,” I said too quickly.Malric smirked faintly, but he didn’t push.“Where are you going?” I asked, watching him buckle his belt.He glanced at me once before reaching for his boots. “I have some business to attend to.