Bite Me Daddy Wolf: Devil's Pet

Delilahs's Pov

"We shouldn't be doing this," I giggled, breathless, as Caleb's lips trailed down the side of my neck, his hands already tugging at the hem of my dress.

He didn't stop.

His voice was low, thick with mischief. "Just a few minutes. No one's going to know, Delilah."

I bit down on my lip, trying to focus, but his fingers brushed over my thigh and all coherent thoughts scattered like petals in the wind. "But we can wait until tonight. We're going to be bound today, Caleb. Officially. You can have me every night-"

He silenced me with a kiss that curled my toes. His mouth was demanding, hot, and familiar in all the ways that made me melt for him. My back arched involuntarily as his palm slid to the curve of my hip, gripping me with an urgency I didn't have the strength to deny.

"We've waited long enough," he growled softly, pressing me back against the wall with his body. "You're mine. My Luna. My Queen. And I want you now."

Before I could argue again, if I even meant to...he lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands tangled in his hair, and then we were on the bed, limbs and mouths and heat. The scent of cedar and sin clung to his skin, making my head spin.

"Caleb..." I whispered, already lost.

"Say my name again," he murmured, dragging his lips down my collarbone.

"Caleb," I moaned, breath hitching as he kissed lower, his teeth grazing my skin.

He undressed me like he'd done it a thousand times in his dreams. Each piece of clothing discarded with reverence and hunger. His body hovered over mine, broad, muscled, every inch carved like the gods molded him for sin. My breath caught when he pushed into me slowly, deeply, like he wanted to claim me from the inside out.

It wasn't fast. It was worship.

It was him whispering, "You're mine."

Me answering, "Always."

It was skin on skin, bodies crashing, breathless moans swallowed by desperate kisses. It was the kind of love that didn't feel like it could ever break.

We clung to each other, until the world blurred and only we existed, his touch, my heart, our bond just moments from being sealed forever.

Until the knock came.

Three sharp raps on the door that dragged us back to reality.

We froze.

"Shit," Caleb cursed, rolling off me. We scrambled for our clothes, breathless, flushed, hearts still pounding. I tried to tame my hair, shaking fingers fumbled with the laces of my dress.

"They're going to know," I whispered, cheeks burning.

"I don't care," Caleb said with a smirk, brushing his thumb along my cheek. "You're mine, Delilah. You'll always be mine."

I smiled, heart skipping, that stupid flutter of hope rising in my chest. For a moment, it felt like magic. Like everything was finally falling into place.

Until we opened the door.

Valen, Caleb's beta stood there stoic as ever, arms crossed over his chest. "They're waiting," he said simply, eyes flickering between us with a knowing look. "You both need to come now."

We followed him out.

The garden had been transformed for the ceremony, torches burned in iron stands, flowers decorated the arch under which we would stand. Pack members filled the space, some murmuring excitedly, others craning their necks to catch sight of us.

I spotted Seraphine, the Moon Goddess, standing near the altar in her flowing silver robes, her ethereal face lit by the moon's glow. My best friend Islode gave me a wink from her place among the Gamma ranks, looking gorgeous as ever in her black ceremonial gown. I smiled at her, nervous but elated. She knew how long I'd waited for this.

Some of Caleb's relatives were there too. Everyone... except Malric.

Not surprising.

The mysterious, cold Lycan leader never appeared unless absolutely necessary.

Caleb's hand found mine as we stepped forward, toward the Moon Goddess. My heart pounded harder. This was it. The moment I became Luna. The moment I became his.

Seraphine raised her arms and began to speak. Her voice echoed with celestial authority.

"We gather here beneath the blessed moon to witness the union of Alpha Caleb Vane and his fated mate. Let their bond be witnessed by the Moon. Let it be blessed."

A shimmer passed through the air, the bond of the ceremony already beginning to form.

I squeezed Caleb's hand, trembling. He didn't look at me. His eyes were locked ahead, unreadable.

"Now," Seraphine continued, eyes glowing, "let the chosen Luna step forward and receive the mark of bond."

She paused.

Then her lips parted, and I waited to hear my name.

"Islode Sable," she declared.

The world stopped.

My hand slipped from Caleb's as my chest turned hollow. Murmurs erupted all around us. My ears rang.

What?

What did she just say?

I turned, frantically scanning the crowd.

"No," I said, voice barely a whisper. "No, that's a mistake. That's... that's wrong."

Islode stepped forward gracefully and poised.

I blinked at her, heart crashing against my ribs. "Islode...? What... what's going on?"

She met my eyes with a calm I didn't recognize.

"I'm sorry, Delilah," she said softly. "But this is how it's meant to be."

"No," I said, louder now. "This was never part of the plan! Caleb, say something!"

He didn't meet my gaze.

"Caleb!" I demanded. "What's happening?!"

Islode's voice was silk. "He belongs to me."

I turned to Caleb, my heart shattering in real time. "You said I was yours."

Caleb stood. His eyes finally met mine and they weren't filled with love. They were steel.

"My Luna," he said coldly, "cannot be a traitor."

"What do you mean, a traitor?" I asked, barely able to breathe. My voice cracked, but I didn't care. My legs felt weak. "Caleb... what did I do?"

He didn't flinch. Didn't look away. Didn't blink.

"You went to the people of Nytheria," he said coldly, "and told them our secrets. You gave away our weaknesses."

"What?" I took a shaky step forward. "No-no, I didn't. Caleb, that's not true. I didn't tell anyone anything. You know I didn't! I'm always with you. When would I even have the chance to..."

"You chose them over us," he cut in sharply. "And for that, you must be punished."

My heart plummeted.

"Punished...?" I whispered. "What are you saying?"

He didn't even hesitate.

"You're to be cast out," Caleb said, his voice ringing through the silence. "And executed."

The world around me spun.

"No." I stumbled back, shaking my head violently. "No, Caleb, please. You can't do this. You know me! You love me."

I reached for him instinctively, my fingers trembling.

A guard stepped in front of me, shoving me back. "Don't touch the Alpha."

"I didn't do anything!" I cried, my voice rising with desperation. "Caleb, please! Don't do this to me!"

He looked down at me with eyes I didn't recognize. No warmth. No softness. No trace of the man who had just whispered I was his.

Only ice.

Only hatred.

"I'm sorry," he said again, voice like stone. "But you have to go."

"No..." I choked out. "No, please..."

"Valen."

The Beta stepped forward without question.

Of course he would.

He never questioned.

"Take her," Caleb ordered. "Finish it."

The moment Valen's hands clamped around my arms, I screamed. "Let go of me! Caleb! Caleb!"

I kicked, I thrashed, I fought with everything I had but Valen didn't budge. His grip was like iron. I could feel the eyes of the entire pack on me, but no one moved. No one helped.

"Seraphine!" I cried out, looking toward the Moon Goddess, tears pouring down my face. "Please! Please, do something!"

She didn't move.

Her face was blank. Her arms crossed.

My scream tore through the ceremony grounds as Valen dragged me away.

I was nothing now.

No Luna. No mate.

Just a traitor they wanted to erase.

We reached the edge of the woods, the shadows swallowing us whole. I was still begging. Still fighting. Two guards had joined Valen, carrying me deeper into the trees like I weighed nothing.

"I didn't do anything," I kept crying. "You have to believe me. Please, don't kill me. Please."

They didn't answer.

Eventually, Valen stopped walking. The moonlight shimmered off a stream nearby, quiet and cruel.

He motioned to the two other men. "Leave us. I'll handle it from here."

They looked at each other, but obeyed, vanishing back into the trees.

He dropped me onto the soft earth, and I stumbled, falling onto my knees. My face was wet with tears, my whole body shaking. I turned to him, the only person left between me and death.

"Please," I whispered. "I'll go. I'll leave the territory and never come back. Just don't kill me. I didn't do anything. It's all a setup. Please, Valen. You have to believe me."

He didn't respond.

He began stripping off his shirt, preparing for the shift.

The claws were already forming on his fingers. His eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight. His power crackled in the air.

I backed away slowly, my hands raised in front of me. "Please," I sobbed. "Please..."

Valen looked at me.

Something flickered in his expression. Something almost human.

Then he whispered it.

"I'm sorry."

Delilah's Pov

*Two Years Later*

"You shouldn't go back to Velmora. You don't belong there anymore," Reyna said, arms folded as she stood in the doorway, her eyes filled with concern.

I tightened the straps of my satchel, the weight of my decision heavier than anything inside it. "I know," I replied calmly, "but that's exactly why I have to go. Everyone thinks I'm dead... and yet, they contacted me."

"You can politely decline," Reyna argued. Her voice was sharp, but it trembled.

I turned to her, offering a faint smile. "No, Reyna. I can't. I have to get my revenge... for what Caleb and Islode did to me."

Reyna scoffed. "And how exactly do you plan to do that? You'll just walk back into Velmora like some ghost from the past?"

"You'll see," I whispered, stepping closer to her. "You'll hear of it. Just know... I plan to have his father under my clothes before anyone even realizes who I really am."

She blinked. "Crashed out," she muttered. "You're mad."

Maybe I was. But revenge had a strange way of keeping a person alive.

Reyna was the one who took me in when I first arrived in Nytheria, bloodied, betrayed, and broken. She was a healer too, one of the best and under her guidance, I had bloomed. She gave me strength. She gave me purpose. And now I was one of the most respected healers in Nytheria.

They didn't know it was me. They didn't know the one they cast out, the one they tried to kill, had survived and thrived. Malric Vane, Caleb's father, the elusive lycan who rarely showed himself was sick. And now, they wanted me to heal him.

"I can't change my mind now," I said softly. "I'm already packed. We've been planning this for days. They're expecting me. The trip is long and unlike you wolves, I can't run across mountains."

"Take care of yourself," Reyna said, pulling me into a hug, the kind that lingered like the scent of lavender on an old scarf. "You better come back in one piece."

"I will," I promised, even though neither of us truly believed it.

****

Outside, the early morning mist curled around the edges of the carriage. Warriors...silent and expressionless, carried my luggage with caution. I stepped in, letting the soft velvet seat catch my weight, and the carriage lurched forward.

The journey was long. Grueling, even. I slept in stretches, waking only when the cart stopped to change horses or let the escorts rest. In those quiet moments, I thought. I imagined what it would be like to see them again. Caleb. Islode. Seraphine. I pictured their faces, their shock.

I'd haunt them without even lifting a finger.

Three days passed in a haze of sleep, maps, and quiet planning.

And then, finally, Velmora.

I knew where to go. They'd given precise directions, Malric's castle. The lonely, ancient fortress where he lived like a shadow among men, away from the rest of the pack. Of course he would be sick. Loneliness has a way of rotting the body from the inside out.

As we neared the blackened gates, I saw them.

Men dressed in the crest of the Vane lineage waiting. Their stances were stiff, their faces unreadable. They didn't know me. They didn't recognize the woman they once turned their backs on.

Perfect.

The carriage came to a slow halt. I stepped out, heels clicking against the stone path, posture graceful, gaze steady. Their eyes followed my every move.

They bowed.

"We've been expecting you."

"I've been expecting to be here too," I said, lips slightly curled as I stepped forward.

Without another word, they turned, and I followed.

The hallway opened up into a grand, towering mansion, its ceiling stretched high enough to vanish into shadows, and its width... gods. It could house a thousand souls with room to spare. And yet, one man chose to live here... alone. Power hummed in the walls. You could feel it in the air, dense and old, like something sacred had been sealed within.

We climbed a sweeping staircase, silent except for the tap of boots against marble. At the top, two pack members tall, rough-edged statued men were carved before a grand set of doors carved with ancient runes. The handles were black metal, etched with vines and moons.

"He's inside," one of them said quietly. "Please... take care of him. One of us will accompany you in-"

"No need," I cut in smoothly. "When I'm done, I'll come out."

They hesitated but then nodded. They knew what that tone meant. I was in charge now.

They stepped aside, moving to the far wall like obedient statues. I took a breath and opened the door.

The moment I stepped in, the world shifted.

The room was vast, larger than most village halls I'd seen and dimly lit with a soft, golden glow from lanterns carved into the stone. And there, in the center of a bed large enough for three, lay the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

Malric Vane.

Even in sickness, he looked like he had been carved from moonlight and wrath. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths. His dark, silver-touched hair spilled over the pillows, and his features were sharp. He had the kind of beauty that made you forget why you came. The kind that could burn you alive if you got too close.

I walked toward him, slow, graceful steps.

Gods, he looked like the moon had sent him down herself. And maybe she had.

I let my fingers trail down his arm, then across the edge of his jaw. His skin was warm. He stirred slightly but didn't open his eyes.

"You are just the right thing I've been expecting," I whispered.

I moved to the side, pulling out my tools, my journal, and my vials. Just enough to make this look professional. I sat down beside the bed, opening my thighs just slightly as I settled the book on my lap, pretending to write, pretending to study his pulse.

But my eyes drifted. Traitors that they were, they found him. Found it.

My gaze slid down his body.

His cock.

Gods. Just the tool for my revenge.

I smiled-slow, sultry, full of quiet promise.

Then I stood, gathered my things like nothing had happened, and walked out of the room.

As soon as I stepped into the hall, the guards straightened.

"Well?" one asked. "Is anything... going to happen?"

"He'll heal," I replied, keeping my voice smooth, unreadable. "But it will take time. I need to remain close. I'll be staying here until he fully recovers."

They exchanged glances and nodded respectfully.

One of them gave a small bow. "Delilah, you're free to stay as long as you please."

Delilah's Pov

It's been Six days.

Six long, quiet, uneventful days of him lying still pale, lifeless, and unmoving, yet somehow the most powerful presence in this entire house. Malric. The Supreme Alpha. The sleeping lycan king.

And me? I've been treated like royalty. No one dares question who I am or why I'm here. They call me "healer," but I see the way they lower their heads when I pass. As if they can feel it. The power humming beneath my skin. The kind that only comes from being broken, banished, and reborn.

No one's mentioned Caleb.

No one's even looked at me like I was once the Luna of Velmora.

Which leads me to two conclusions: either these people are entirely new... or they've truly forgotten. Either way, it plays perfectly into my hands.

But one hasn't forgotten.

Seraphine.

She comes. Not every day, but often enough to make me wonder. She never lingers, never greets me with warmth or suspicion. Just silence and those ever-glowing eyes.

So when I saw her again today, walking up the hallway toward Malric's room, I didn't hesitate.

"Seraphine."

She paused, slowly turning to me like she'd been expecting it.

I stepped forward. "Why haven't you told Caleb and his warriors I'm here? Why haven't they come for me yet?"

She looked at me without flinching. "Because there's no need."

"No need?" I repeated.

"When you revive him, you'll leave. There's no point in causing alarm."

I stared at her, frowning. "So you haven't told anyone?"

She shook her head. "Unless one of the guards recognized you, which they haven't... no one knows you're here."

A silence stretched between us. I didn't trust her-not entirely. Her calm unnerved me, the way she always seemed to know more than she was saying.

"And why do you keep coming here?" I asked. "Why him? Why Malric?"

"Because he's the Supreme Alpha. A lycan," she replied. "It is my duty to check on him."

I didn't believe her. Not completely. There was something else behind her eyes, something unreadable. But I didn't press it. Not yet.

Instead, I turned away and went back to my little workstation. A few bottles, my mortar and pestle, and the last set of herbs I'd been preparing for days. This was it. The final tonic. The one that would pull him from the shadows and back into the land of the living.

It smelled sharp, bitter, and warm.

Perfect.

By the time I returned to Malric's room, Seraphine was gone. As always, like a ghost there, then not.

I walked over to him. His chest still rose and fell softly. But the color had returned to his skin, subtly. His lips weren't as pale. He was close. So close.

I sat beside him, lifted his head gently, and poured the tonic down his throat. He swallowed automatically. His body recognized what it needed, even in sleep.

And as I looked at him, so powerful even in stillness, I whispered, "Come back to me. Your story isn't over yet. And neither is mine."

Then I stood, smoothing down my gown, and left the room.

I didn't go far.

As I wandered through the halls quiet as breath I found it. A room just across from his. Not directly, but angled in such a way that when his door opened even slightly, and this one remained cracked, he'd see. All of it.

The bathtub inside was massive, carved from marble, filled by a slow stream of warm water. The light in the room was soft, kissed by the afternoon sun. It was perfect. Perfect for the start of everything.

I walked in.

Closed the door behind me, but not all the way.

And then, slowly, I slipped my dress off my shoulders, letting the fabric fall like silk to the floor. Piece by piece, I undressed bare to the light, bare to the revenge I was about to unleash.

His son had taken everything from me.

His father? Would give it back.

I sank into the warmth of the bath, sighing as it cradled my skin like silk. The light from the nearby lanterns flickered softly on the water, casting golden reflections over the marble walls.

My chest was bare to the cool air, and I didn't care. In fact, I welcomed the sensation, because this was part of the plan.

Earlier, I had asked for this bath to be prepared. I'd told them it was to rest. To soak and recover from my long herb preparations. They didn't ask questions.

I reached for the glass of wine that sat on the edge of the tub asI let my head fall back, my hair cascading down my back, the ends dipping into the water. I could feel the strands floating around me, like seaweed in a gentle current.

I began to play with the water, my hands skimming the surface, creating little ripples that danced and shimmered. I scooped up a handful and let it trickle down over my shoulders, the droplets tracing paths down my skin.

I could feel the heat of the water contrasting with the cooler air, sending little shivers of pleasure through me. I did it again, this time letting the water run down my chest, watching as it beaded and rolled over my breasts.

I heard the sound of a door opening, the distinct creak of hinges that I had come to recognize. Malric's door. My lips curled into a smile as I heard the footsteps, one, two, just as I had expected. I knew he would wake in few minutes, and then I arched my back, lifting my bare body up slightly, still deep in the water but now exposed, my breasts breaking the surface.

I started to play with the water on my breasts, cupping them and letting the water spill over, watching as it dripped from my hardened nipples. I could feel eyes on me, watching me, and I resisted the urge to look. I didn't want to spoil the fun, not yet. I wanted to draw this out, to make him watch, to make him want.

I let my hand trail down my body, over the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips, until I reached the heat between my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet, and not just from the water. I let out a soft moan as my fingers found my clit, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I began to circle it, slowly at first, then faster, my breath coming in short gasps.

I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, could almost hear the hitch in his breath as he watched me touch myself. I let my head fall back again, my hair swirling in the water around me, my body arching as I pleasured myself. I was so close, so close to the edge, and I knew he was watching.

I slowed my movements, my fingers barely grazing my clit, teasing myself,

I tipped my head to the side, eyes still closed.

I knew he was still there.

Still, I didn't look. Not yet. Not until I felt the crescendo of my own moment, rising and falling like a breathless wave crashing inside me. My body trembled with the release.

Only then... I turned.

And when I did, my eyes met a pair of cold, familiar grey ones watching me from the barely cracked door. Eyes that widened... and vanished.

Gone.

Like they had never been there.