All Chapters of Lilith And Her Three Devil Wolves : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lilith POV The blizzard screams outside like a wounded animal. The heavy iron hinges on the door rattle with every gust, and I swear I can feel the cold seeping through the logs of this stupid cabin. I pull the wolf-fur blanket tighter around myself, huddled on the edge of the bed. My stomach growls so loud I know they heard it.Vane glances at me from across the room. His expression says everything. He is annoyed that I exist.He walks to the emergency pantry, a wooden box in the corner, and grabs a dented tin can. No label. Just metal and rust. He pops the lid open with his hunting knife, the blade glinting in the weak light from the wood stove, then tosses the can onto the mattress next to me. It lands with a wet thud.I stare down at the cold, gelatinous beans like they are radioactive waste. They are congealed in the can, a thick orange-brown sludge that smells like salt and regret."What is this?" I hear my own voice and it sounds like a brat. Good. I am a brat. "I don't eat

Lilith's POV The darkness is absolute.I can't see my own hands when I lift them in front of my face. Not even a shadow. It's like someone took the whole world and just turned it off.My heart starts hammering before my brain even catches up.The silence is worse than the dark. There's no wind, no creaking wood, nothing. Just the sound of my own breathing and the thumping in my ears.And then the walls start closing in.I know they're not actually moving. I know we're just stuck in a cabin buried under ice. But my chest doesn't care what I know. My chest is turning into a cage."I can't—" The words come out wrong, all shaky and broken. "Malakai, I can't breathe."I stumble backward and my hip hits something hard. A chair. I didn't even know there was a chair there. My hands shoot out and scrape against stone. Cold, rough, real. But it doesn't help.My throat feels tight. My collar feels like it's shrinking."Get it off." I'm clawing at my neck now. "The roof is going to cave in. We'r

Lilith's POV The cabin is completely pitch black. I can't see my own hand in front of my face, and honestly, I don't even want to try anymore. Hours have dragged by in this suffocating darkness, and the only thing keeping me grounded is the heavy breathing of the three brothers around me.Vane is behind me. I feel him trembling against my back, and I know it's not from the cold. The fire died out a long time ago. No, this tremor is something else. It's the physical shake of a starving predator trying really hard not to bite.I lie completely still on the furs, not even letting myself breathe too loudly. Every time my heart beats, I swear I feel Roman and Vane shift closer to me. It's like they're following the sound, like they can't help themselves.My own heartbeat is so loud in my ears. I wonder if they can hear it too.Vane's nose drags along my collarbone, slow and deliberate. His voice comes out as a raw whisper, right against my skin. "I can hear it. Right under the skin. It's

Lilith's POV The Stain is completely out of my system now and my head has never been clearer. No fog, no heat crawling under my skin, no desperate pull toward any of them. Just the cold night air and the very real sight of Jaxson standing twenty feet away with a cigarette hanging from his lips.He thinks he looks like an action star. Leaning against that blacked-out SUV, holding a gun loose by his side, five bulky guards behind him with rifles across their chests. He takes a long drag and blows the smoke into the freezing air, smirking at me like we're old friends."Look, Lilith, I'm doing you a favor," he says. "Your dad's broke. These guys are just going to use you and throw you away. Come get in the car, and I won't have my guys put a bullet in Malakai's—"The gunshot is deafening.I flinch so hard my whole body jerks and my ears start ringing instantly. Jaxson doesn't even get to finish what he was saying. He just drops to the dirt like a puppet with its strings cut and I see

Lilith's POV The Rolex on Malakai's wrist starts blinking red and I drop my wine glass.It shatters against the marble floor, red liquid pooling around my bare feet like blood. My heart slams against my ribs because I know exactly what that blinking means. Jaxson's father found us. He sent people. They're outside right now, probably aiming at these massive floor-to-ceiling windows, waiting for the perfect moment to turn this beautiful kitchen into a warzone.But Malakai doesn't even flinch.He reaches under the marble island and presses something I can't see. Before I can ask what he's doing, heavy metal shutters drop over every single window and door in this house. The sound is deafening, like thunder rolling across the mountains. Everything goes pitch black for exactly one second and I gasp, gripping the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles hurt.Then warm amber lights kick in from somewhere and I can see again."We're trapped," I whisper, staring at the solid steel covering e