All Chapters of Death Wolf: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The self-blame begins again, circling in her mind like a predator with no intent to release its prey. She knew she’d done wrong—knew it from the moment her choices boxed them into this miserable reality. But protecting Logan had always been her priority. Every sacrifice, every desperate decision had been for him. If that made her selfish, then so be it. She’d embrace that label without remorse."As expected," Zander scoffed, his voice laced with contempt as he turned from her. "You have nothing to say now." His hatred burned in his eyes, so raw it threatened to suffocate the room. He strode toward the door, ready to leave her bound in silence, but then, her voice broke through."How long?"His steps faltered, and his brow furrowed as he turned to face her. Her expression was blank, drained of life, yet her words carried the weight of something final. "What do you mean?"Looking up at him, her voice was as lifeless as her eyes. "How long do I have to pretend to be his maid? Now that yo

“I never loved him, Logan,” Sera whispered, her voice hollow and detached, as if the words had been ripped from her unwilling soul. “I’m the wrong one here. I betrayed him by loving another man.”Logan’s small hands trembled as they reached up to her cheeks, brushing away her tears with the tenderness only a child could muster. His innocent gaze searched her face, desperate for hope.“Don’t cry, Mom. Everything will be fine,” he said, his voice breaking with fragile determination. “I’ve seen it in his eyes. Dad will forgive you. He still feels something for you. Then you both can live happily here. We all make mistakes, Mom. It’s okay.”Sera shook her head sharply, her grip tightening around his hands. Her voice was bitter, tinged with the poison of truth.“It’s not that simple, Logan. That woman who was here—Rose. She’s his wife now. And I...” She trailed off, her lips trembling. “I don’t want to live with him.”Logan’s brows furrowed, his tears now mixing with frustration. “But what

She puts on that cold facade again, pretending to be clueless."What do you mean?""I know you love him. He’s your son. Hell, you raised him all alone. I don’t even know how you managed.""Then why do you want to leave?""You can stay here. At least you'll get to see him, take care of him—"She sighs, a scoff leaving her lips as her eyes finally meet mine. Cold. Ice-cold gray orbs boring into warm brown ones."Stay here as what?" she asks, her voice laced with mockery. "A maid? Or your mistress, sir?"This—this is what I hate about her. We can’t have one goddamn conversation without her throwing knives. She has to disrespect me every damn time."You have plenty of maids here," she continues. "And considering you're already married, that only leaves one answer.""A mistress."I sigh, rubbing my forehead, looking at her with disgust. "You know what, Sera? It’s no use talking to you anymore. I’m done.""Go and fuck whoever you want. Get your fucking freedom." My voice hardens as I take a

Zander sighs, stepping closer to his father. His gaze flicks to me for the briefest second, but I keep my head down. Please don’t recognize me. Please."First of all, she ain't my bitch. I don't associate in such vulgarities." His voice is calm, almost disinterested. "And second, I don’t think this is the right place or the right time to discuss such trivial matters."Relief washes over me when he turns his back. But it’s short-lived."Okay, boys, get back to traini—""She’s your son’s so-called personal maid. I’m sure you won’t care what I do with her then."Zander’s back goes stiff. My breath catches.Footsteps approach, too many, too close. Rose stops. A smaller pair of steps follow hers. No. No. Logan can’t see me like this. Not like this.I lower my face, trying to hide behind my hair when a voice, quiet but deadly, shatters the air."Take Logan inside. Now.""But Zander—""I said now, Rose!"She bows, obeying immediately. My chest tightens in relief as I hear Logan’s steps retre

I look back at him over my shoulder, searching his gaze, and for the first time, I see it—A scared little boy hiding behind the facade of an emotionless beast."She was the purest soul I ever met in my life." His voice is rough, haunted. "She used to shield me with her body when that bastard lost his temper because I didn’t do things his way."His breath hitches, his fists clenching at his sides."She took the whips meant for me. The scoldings. The pain. The torture. All of it—"A bitter chuckle escapes him."And she still smiled."His voice is raw, a mixture of admiration and agony. "She tried to protect me, Sera. And in return, she scarred her body. She let them carve pain into her soul."His eyes darken, filled with something unnameable."She was my hero."A sharp exhale leaves him, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But I see it—the sorrow that lingers beneath the rage, the unbearable weight of his past."And like all heroes... she died for me." He looks away, his ja