All Chapters of Dear Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Right after Seraphina and Ronan’s wedding, Finn returned to the werewolf realm almost immediately using his powers. Yet, as he approached the Council’s territory, his dark blue gaze fell on the bouquet cradled in his hands. Memories of the unmated females at the wedding, their screams of love confessions and hopeful marriage proposals, flashed unbidden before him. Some whispered that whoever caught the bouquet would be next to wed. Finn thought the notion was nonsense. These deceptively delicate flowers would dictate nothing for him.He raised his hand to cast the bouquet aside when a faint, almost ethereal chime reached his ears. His eyes flicked forward instantly. A figure, draped entirely in black, aimed their claws at his throat. Without hesitation, Finn intercepted the blow with the hand clutching the bouquet. The fragile blossoms bore the brunt, scattering into a swirling cloud of petals. Through the drifting petals, Finn’s dark blue eyes locked wit

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Before that day, Vivica had never known that the territory named The Heaven’s Gate even existed in the realm. Now, standing in the center of a place that seemed born from lust itself, she realized the man seated like a king at the heart of the room was not just a visitor, he was the master of this territory. She slowly resumed her walk toward him, every step carrying the grace that even attracted the male wolves to indulge in the most passionate sex with the she-wolves present. Finn’s dark blue eyes boldly followed her, drinking her in from head to toe. Her wine-red dress clung to her every curve, the high slits along her thighs leaving bare skin exposed under his smoldering gaze. The plunging neckline hinted at the fullness beneath, leaving his imagination free to roam, though she remained perfectly aware of the desires pulsing in the room just for her.Vivica stopped in front of Finn as he gestured to a chair across from his own, a seat that had seemingl

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW At an early age Vivica had already learned men were all the same. Their desire always started with lust and ended with sex. The only way that they could see a woman. So why would this devil be any different? From the moment their eyes met, his intentions towards her had been crystal clear. He wanted her, her body, her fire, every inch of her. They had even made a deal where he could do anything with her. Now, with her heat raging and her wolf clawing at the edges of control, she was rendered almost immobile, completely at his mercy as he killed every male around her. The aroused wolf in his dark blue eyes was enough to tell her how utterly broken she would be once he fucked her. She all knew it the moment she drank the heat drink and she had no intentions of backing off. “Deal,” she whispered, trembling with the pain bubbling in her veins yet defiant, watching as his claws grazed her thighs and spread them wide. The level of heat she was experiencing, c

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The next morning, a sharp knock on the door announced Austin’s entrance into Finn’s bedroom. The air was thick with the lingering scent of heat and sex, an aroma that made Austin pause for a moment. He had just returned from cleaning up the aftermath at the Heaven’s Gate territory. The deaths themselves had been shocking enough, but it was the intense, almost suffocating heat still trapped in that place that had left him unsettled. Only two people had been missing from the scene, and Austin already suspected the truth; Vivica, in heat, had been taken by Finn. Ace had been waiting in the car outside the territory the entire night, yet she had never returned.Austin’s sharp gaze fell on the fresh scratches on Finn’s back and the rumpled sheets of the bed. A chill ran down his spine as realization hit him. ‘Those two… really did it.’Enemies—enemies who had sworn hatred at each other, had ended up in bed. Nothing in Austin’s experience made sense anymore. The

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW There was no solid evidence proving Vivica had killed Basil. The only man who knew the truth was now defending her before the entire Council. Austin clenched his jaw as Ace systematically dismantled every accusation leveled against her. Vivica sat beside her lawyer with her gaze lowered, the picture of fragile grief. Ace mentioned she had just returned from Alpha Basil’s burial, that ensured that not a single hardened heart in the room dared to question the innocent young widow in person. After all, how could a woman who could barely hold her own handkerchief have driven sixty-four brutal stabs into an Alpha? This raised doubt even into the ruthless Elders’ heart. Bitterness coated Matty’s tongue. The Council had nothing concrete against her. And she denied every accusation. He would have no choice but to declare her innocent. Yet now that he knew she was the killer, his pride refused to let her escape with that chilling calm hidden behind her wet lashes.