All Chapters of Death Wolf: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Zander stepped into the dimly lit room, his gaze immediately drawn to the delicate figure fast asleep on the bed. His heart clenched at the sight of the ropes binding her arms and legs, the angry red marks on her wrists evidence of how long she'd been restrained. Her arms had been tied to the bedpost above her head, and each leg was secured to the corners of the bed.Shrugging off his coat, he draped it over the couch before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, veins swelling beneath his taut skin. A silent storm raged within him as he pulled a chair beside the bed and settled into it, staring at her.His butterfly.The white sundress she wore made her look ethereal, almost angelic. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, a stark contrast to the cruel ropes that held her captive. He didn't know how long he sat there, watching her, but time seemed irrelevant. Only when she stirred, a soft groan slipping past her lips, did he finally blink.Her gray eyes fluttered open, meeting his

Sera's moans echoed through the dimly lit room, each sound a plea, a surrender. Zander's lips traced a path of worship, starting from her ankles, gliding up the soft expanse of her thighs, lingering at her aching center, tasting her blossoms, before reaching the delicate skin of her forehead.His fingers worked her open, stretching, preparing, sending a relentless pulse through her core that made her back arch off the sheets. She writhed beneath him, her breathless gasps betraying her helplessness. Embarrassment stained her cheeks a deep crimson, but the pleasure ruled over shame, leaving her lips parted in desperate moans. Her fingers curled and uncurled against the sheets, grasping at something—anything—to ground herself.She couldn't take it anymore.He was lifting her to unknown heights, only to let her plummet, again and again, each descent more brutal than the last. Her legs trembled, stomach twisting in unbearable knots of need, until she could do nothing but plead."Zander...

Sera stood on the balcony of Zander’s room, her gaze fixed on the figures below as they dispersed. Her eyes found him effortlessly—Zander, standing at the center, issuing orders with an air of authority that demanded obedience.A cough tore through her chest, forcing her to press a handkerchief to her lips. When she pulled it away, her breath hitched. Black.The same cursed substance.Heratte was punishing her for refusing to surrender.Her body trembled from the internal war, but her gaze instinctively sought him out again. As if he could sense her, Zander paused mid-command, his brown eyes locking onto hers with concern.Her heart clenched.He saw her. Even in the midst of chaos, he saw only her.Forcing a small nod, she reassured him— I’m fine.A flicker of hesitation crossed his face before he gave a curt nod in return, resuming his orders.The entire palace and its surrounding areas were being evacuated at his command. And she agreed. The battle ahead wasn’t meant for the innocen

Sera's pov My vision starts turning hazy as the figure continues to devour my blood. A stream of red liquid trails down my neck to wet my shirt. Clenching the metal clanks holding my wrist,I continue to scream. As with each second the pain in my body only intensifies. " Ahhhhhh nooooooo...nooooooooo!" No one came to help. And how will they? The entire castle has been evacuated and the one man I trusted the most. Zander. Was the very one doing it. I understood one thing clearly....he was not in his senses. The death wolf has taken over his body. Or he would have never done something like this. " No...stoppppp.... pleaseeeeeeee" To my surprise the beast stops. Pulling back and I look at his face through my hazy vision. His lips were covered with my blood, eyes blood red and a feral look prominent in his eyes. Moving his lips on his canines,I shiver when I see him fanning his lips on my face. " I am...I am not her...I am not Heratte -" I try to speak. But the

Sera’s POVThe ground trembled beneath me, the earth itself shuddering under the force of his presence. Roars echoed, shaking the heavens, as the Death Wolf tossed me around like a rag doll.He had shifted into his true form—a massive black wolf with blood-red eyes that burned like embers in the dark.I had never seen anything like him before. It felt as if the entire world had tilted on its axis at his arrival. Was Mother Nature celebrating his presence or cursing it? I couldn't tell.He threw me into the air again, his claws ripping through my skin, tearing me apart piece by piece. Blood gushed from my wounds, my cries of pain swallowed by the chaos. He showed no mercy, no hesitation. There was no trace of the man I knew—only the monster.I lost track of how long this torment continued. Seconds felt like hours. Pain blurred time.Then, finally, he stopped.I lay sprawled on the cold earth, drowning in a pool of my own blood. The stars above blinked down at me, my vision hazy from th