Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 105

105|One wrong move and

Lilith pov

you die

+25 Bonus

Shit. I was dead.

That was the first thought that hit me the moment all the regues turned their gazes toward me at once. Even though I yanked myself away from the doorway and pressed against the wall, it was already too late.

I had been found.

Time froze. My heartbeat thundered so violently it felt like it might burst out of my chest. I pressed my back against the wall, breath shallow, eyes wide and trembling.

No one moved. Not the rogues, not the maids, just silence, thick and suffocating, all of them staring straight at the place I had been hiding.

As I scrambled to think of what to do, Dravena’s voice echoed through my mind-taunting, amused.

“Idiot,” she mused with a low chuckle. “Rushing into danger like that? Do you really think you can take on all of them without my power? Sure, you might knock down a few, but eventually you will be overwhelmed. Killed.”

At her words, something clicked in my mind and I shot back desperately,

“If you give me strength… would I be able to save everyone?’

She chuckled again, the sound a dark purr but she didn’t answer.

Before I could dwell on it, someone inside finally broke out of the stunned silence. His voice cut through the air, “Is that a… phone?”

Then the world snapped back into motion. I heard one of the men growl, the same one holding Lora hostage. “Who’s there? Jake, is that you?”

He barked, and my eyes instinctively flicked to the lookout had knocked out cold outside-Jake, apparently. When he didn’t respond, the same man snarled,

“You two, go check who that is. Deal with them. Now.”

I swallowed hard and scanned my surroundings, not to hide this time, but to find something to fight with.

I knew I didn’t stand a chance against all five rogues at once, especially with more inside the packhouse… but two?

Two, I could handle.

My gaze flicked to the lookout sprawled on the ground. When I spotted the dagger strapped at his waist, a small breath of relief escaped me.

Daggers were my specialty. Back when Father was still alive, I trained with them constantly. I could disarm a guard without even letting the blade touch them.

But I hadn’t trained in almost two years. Did I still remember how to move?

“Okay, boss.”

One of the rogues responded and footsteps approached-fast.

I knew I didn’t have time to think anymore. Whether I was sty or not didn’t matter. The others were still alive. I would save them.

1/3

siche wrong move and you de

+25 Bonus

I pushed off the wall, reached for the unconscious man, and yanked the dagger from his belt. As the footsteps closed in, I stepped out of hiding and sprinted forward, drawing the men away from the packhouse.

As I ran, I heard someone shout behind me,

“It’s a woman! Catch her!”

And another voice, shaken.

“Lilith…”

It was Theila.

I didn’t stop. I kept running until I had put enough distance between us and the packhouse. Then I turned.

The two men had already caught up. Their eyes scanned me, sizing me up. My breath came fast, but I forced it steady as I gripped the dagger tighter and fell into my stance.

Tension thickened between us.

Then one of them snorted.

“It’s actually a woman. I actually got scared for a second.”

The other scoffed and dropped his guard down as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Right? I thought it was someone dangerous. Worst case, those terrifying bastards coming back.”

They both laughed like I wasn’t even a threat.

“Back? They won’t be. They’re far away walking into a trap

The first one finally turned back to me, head tilted, eyes crawling over me with disgusting amusement.

“So who are you, beauty? What are you doing here and-”

I didn’t let him finish. I didn’t have time for it.

I moved—so fast I was nearly a blur and before either of them could react, I was behind the bastard. My hand shot out to the back of his neck, yanking him toward me as I pressed the tip of the dagger to his throat.

I stopped just before it could plunge deep, just enough to leave a shallow cut. Blood trickled down his skin.

He froze, body stiffening, eyes wide and face going pale. I tightened my arm around his neck. One push and he would drop dead in an instant.

For a moment, no one spoke. The second man stared in disbelief, but like I said, I didn’t have time.

“One wrong move and you die,” I hissed.

The man in my grip finally reacted, sensing the danger as he tried to break free, but I shoved the dagger harder into his neck. He went still instantly, stammering,

“Y-you-”

He didn’t finish. The second rogue lunged at me, claws elongated and slashing toward me. I jerked the dagger away and slammed my hand against the first man’s neck, knocking him out cold before dodging the incoming attack.

As I moved, I heard Dravena snort in my head, her tone dripping with mockery.

“How boring. You couldn’t even take his life.”

2/3

1051one wrong move and you ther

+25 Bonus

I ignored her, stepping back as the rogue swiped again, claws almed for my throat. I retreated two steps, panting, eyes locked on him as he glared back at me.

“You must have a death wish, you bitch.”

He growled, eyes flashing red as he lunged straight for me gain. But I was faster. I tightened my grip on the dagger and slashed at his claws, cutting through them in one clean swipe.

Claws were practically flesh to werewolves, so he felt it, pa tore through him, blood spilling from his fingers as he screamed and jerked his hand back.

Before he could move away, I caught his arm, twisted, and spun. In a blink, I threw him over my shoulder, slamming him hard into the ground, the force knocking him unconscious.

As soon as he went down, I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees, panting, trying to steady my rapid breaths. My chest rose and fell wildly as adrenaline coursed through me all at once.

I hated to admit it especially with everything that was happening, but I felt alive, more than I had since my father’s death.

The rush, the sharp weight of the dagger in my hand, it coursed through me like fire.

But it wasn’t over. I had to move quickly, only three rogues remained around the maids, and I needed to act before the others regrouped.

I straightened, gripping the dagger tighter, and darted back toward the packhouse.

As I neared the slightly ajar door, slowing my steps to cautiously assess the situation, a voice cut through the tension, freezing me mid-step,

“There is no need to hide, whoever you are. Come inside.”

I stiffened, my body rigid, heart hammering. Before I could even react or blink, the door swung open. Strong hands grabbed me, yanking me inside the packhouse. I crashed to the ground hard, the dagger slipping from my grip as I hit the floor.

Comments

Support

Share

3/3

100 This going to be so fun

+25 Bonus