All Chapters of Dear Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Nija stared down at Vivica, who remained unmoving, still cradling Finn’s unconscious form in her arms. A bitter frown twisted his features.“We have to make the deal quickly before he wakes up!” He squatted in front of her again and thrust his hand forward. “Hurry, say the words and it will be over. You’ll finally get your revenge!”Vivica met his gaze calmly. “How can I trust you?”Nija’s lips twitched with irritation. “What? You think I’m lying about the injustice I suffered? That my rotting body is fake?!”She tilted her head slightly. “If a simple deal could kill him, you would have succeeded when Alpha Magnus made one with you, wouldn’t you?”Nija recoiled as if struck. “H-how did you know it was me?”No one, not even Evran, knew that he was the devil who had struck the deal with Magnus. That secret had remained between only the two of them. How had she figured it out?His expression darkened dangerously. “How the fuck do you know?”Vivica’s lips curve

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW When the news of Vivica’s packhouse burning reached Ace’s ears, he turned into a caged animal. Cut off from the outside world while cleaning Austin’s house, he learned of the fire hours later. Shifting into his brown wolf, he left Austin’s house at lightning speed and raced toward Vivica’s pack territory. The packhouse was long past being engulfed in flames, most of it already reduced to smoldering embers.Under the bright sun in the sky, the house looked completely trashed. “Fuck,” Ace shifted back to human form, staring at the inferno with wide, horrified eyes. Nothing remained.“How did this happen?” he gasped in disbelief. Such intense flames should have left no escape for her, yet he refused to believe someone like Vivica would be consumed so easily.Using his wolf instinct, he desperately tried to pick for any trace of her presence or the scent of burning flesh. However instead of any of that, he suddenly sensed a terrifying aura. His wolf instantly

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Elder Milton’s pack had already descended into chaos the moment his body was brought back as nothing more than a melted goo. But when he returned dead, the entire pack lost control. His sons and remaining family fell into grave danger, not because of his death, but because every person Milton had ever betrayed, ruined, or destroyed over decades he was in power now sought revenge on his bloodline.None of his sons dared claim the Alpha position. The pack began crumbling as rival packs started hunting them one by one. In desperation, Elder Milton’s Luna proposed seeking protection from the one Alpha no one in the realm would dare challenge.Alpha Basil Gilbert.“But why would he help us?” the eldest son asked desperately.“Because we will give him the perfect hen that lays golden eggs,” Luna replied with an evil smile.Basil had been a political ally of Milton for years, so Luna knew the darkness hiding behind his righteous facade, especially his desperate ne

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW “You know where to come…”Vivica’s parting words echoed relentlessly in Finn’s ears as he stumbled back into the council territory. A sharp pain throbbed in his head, accompanied by twisted, blurry memories and the soft chime of her anklet.“Fuck… what is this?” he groaned, barely making it into his office.“Hey, Devil.”He spun around at the female voice, but the room was empty. The soft chime of the anklet echoed again. He turned once more, still nothing. Breathing hard, his wolf surged to the surface, eyes glowing. “What the hell is this?” he growled, clenching his fists.Never in his long existence had his mind played tricks on him like this. Ever since Vivica had said he knew where to come, when he truly didn’t, unclear visions had been flashing through his mind. The sound of her anklet, which had always captured his attention, now triggered something deep and unsettling within him.Suddenly, a vivid memory surfaced: a beautiful foot adorned with an a

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Vivica had no memory of her mother ever cooking for her. She never received a lunchbox like the other children, only a packet of biscuits she bought on her way to school. She would return home each day to first check if her mother was still breathing, then eat whatever the kind old lady next door offered. Until one day, when Vivica was eight, the healers took her mother to the pack hospital to stay under their constant supervision.From then on, she lived alone, learning to survive the loneliness of the nights and the terrifying darkness. In those fearful hours, her only companions were the books her mother used to read to her. She would read the same stories again and again to fight the emptiness, losing herself in the pages until she fell asleep with tears drying in the corners of her eyes.Because no matter how many times she read them, the harsh truth always remained: it was just a story. She was not a princess, and no one loved her.But now…She blinke