All Chapters of Bite Me, Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Delilah’s Pov I didn’t know where I was.The air was thicker here, colder, humming with a strange weight that pressed against my skin. When the light spat me out of that portal, I landed on hard ground—only to find myself standing in front of a house so massive, so impossible, it made Malric’s mansion look small. Almost bigger. Almost alive.My heart stuttered. What is this place?I took a step, then another, calling out into the silence. “Hello? Is anyone here? Please, I… I think I’m lost!”Nothing answered me.The silence was maddening. My voice echoed back at me, swallowed by walls of shadows and the looming structure ahead. I spun around, desperate, searching for that blue shimmer, the portal…but it was gone. No trace of it. My only way home had vanished.Panic coiled in my stomach. My fingers tangled in my hair as I dragged it back, pacing in circles, muttering to myself. “No, no, no… this isn’t real. I need to get out. I need to go back.”I don’t know how long I wandered. Minut

Delilah’s POVI didn’t understand what was happening anymore. One second, Verret had been in the dining hall, smirking and mocking me as if I were nothing more than a game piece on his board. The next, he simply left. Just stood and walked out, as though our conversation, our silent battle of wills, meant absolutely nothing to him.It left me restless, furious, and desperate to escape.The house was enormous…too enormous. Every corridor twisted into another, the walls stretching higher than my eyes could follow, decorated with portraits that seemed to watch me as I moved. I hated it. I hated him for leaving me here. I hated myself for sitting quietly when I should have bolted the first chance I got.So I did.I slipped out of the dining hall and into the nearest hallway. My heart thundered as I tried to map the space, scanning every door, every corner. Nothing looked familiar. Nothing looked safe. Still, I forced myself forward, whispering to myself: If I find the door, if I just find

Delilah’s Pov The maid’s hands were gentle, almost too gentle, as she worked the ache out of my arms and shoulders. I sat there, silent, staring into nothing. The pain was dull, bearable, nothing my wolf blood couldn’t heal by morning. But it wasn’t the soreness that kept me still. It was the weight of this place. The walls, the silence, the constant reminder that I wasn’t free.When the maid finished, she lowered her gaze respectfully. “You should rest, my lady. No stress, no strain. If you’d like, you may dine here in your chamber… or join Lord Verret and Lord Ramon in the dining hall.”The obvious choice was here, where I could pretend the world beyond this room didn’t exist. But then, an idea bloomed, reckless and stupid. I had plenty of those. Stupid plans were all I had left, and maybe one of them would eventually get me out of this cage.“I’ll dine downstairs,” I said, surprising even myself.The maid’s eyes widened but she nodded quickly. “Then allow me to help you.”Her han

Malric’s Pov I was losing myself.For two days I had scoured every inch of neighboring towns, ridden until my horse collapsed beneath me, sent warriors into every corner of Velmora’s borders, yet nothing. No scent. No trace. Delilah was gone.And the longer she stayed gone, the louder the madness inside me grew.Tonight, when I returned through the gates of Velmora and found them half-asleep, warriors chatting as though their Luna had not vanished, I snapped.I killed them.My claws tore into their throats before they even realized what they’d done wrong. Blood stained the stones at the gate, and I let it. Let everyone see what carelessness cost.By the time I stormed into the great hall, Reyna and Caleb were already waiting with the council. Seraphine was there too, pale and quiet, her eyes fixed on me like she feared what I had become.“Malric,” Reyna began softly, “you must calm yourself. Anger won’t bring Delilah back—”“Don’t you dare tell me to calm myself,” I roared, slamming

Delilah’s Pov I dressed like I was walking into my own execution… black, fitted, something with a spine. If I was going to make my captor an offer he couldn’t refuse, I’d look impeccable doing it.Days had passed here. Or weeks. Time had a habit of slurring in places like Verret’s house. Hope thinned, but it never broke. I still mapped escape routes in my head while brushing my hair. I still imagined Malric storming through the gate like a god with teeth. For now, imagining was the only thing that didn't make me ache.The maids fussed that morning as if their lives depended on starching tablecloths. I told them they could leave. They blinked at me, then left. Freedom comes in strange little rebellions.In the kitchen I worked with careful hands. Chop, stir, taste. If I couldn’t run, at least I could make something for the monster who thought himself my jailer. I doubled the recipes and added a pinch of something I would not regret using. The spice of desperation is useful when laced