Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 110

110 Return to the packhouse

Silas pov

Six hours ago.

Something was wrong.

Something that made me uneasy. Something I couldn’t quite place, but my gut knew, knew that something was

off.

As I sat, legs crossed in the moving car, my mind wasn’t on the book in my hands, nor on my gamma’s words as he drove, his voice carrying through the air, explaining the situation of the guards, the weapons, and how much time remained before we reached our destination.

My brothers sat not far from me. Lucien, in the middle, posture rigid, eyes their usual coldness, his finger drumming mindlessly on the seat as he stared ahead, silent, untouched by the world around him.

Claude leaned against the seat beside him, eyes closed, blond hair falling over his face, his expression unreadable but he wasn’t asleep. He was alert. Every sound, every movement, every shift in the air, he could feel it all.

The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating with tension. I let my gamma’s words fade as my thoughts took over, lips curving into a frown. The closer we drew to the rogue leader’s location, the more certain I became that we were walking straight into a trap.

Leaving the packhouse unguarded had been reckless, and now every nerve in my body screamed that this plan— our plan had been flawed from the very start.

It had been too easy.

Too easy for him to have been discovered that way.

Father had been searching for that bastard for years. It began around six years ago, when a group of people known as rogues started appearing in different packs, destroying, boting, assaulting, and killing without mercy.

Men, women, and children alike, no one was spared.

They went from pack to pack, leaving devastation in their wake, intentionally sparing a few survivors, not out of mercy, but so their names, their terror, would spread. 1

That was how the rogues came to be. They were people without packs, without families, without purpose, living only to kill.

And soon, the rogues grew, multiplied, until their little group became the most feared. But their power didn’t come from strength, it came from numbers.

No matter how many you killed, there would always be more. Hundreds, then thousands, until they spread to all corners of the world.

And in a group like that, there had to be a leader, a mastermind behind everything, behind everyone. And there was. But nothing was known about him except his name.

Verek.

His identity was unknown. His appearance was unknown. Where he came from, why he started everything… all

unknown.

That was why no one had been able to find him, despite everything.

However, the most reasonable plan wasn’t to fight the rogues, because if you wanted to cure a disease, you had to

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remove its root.

Verek was the root.

But the reason he hadn’t been found wasn’t his strength, it was his cunning. He had hidden himself from the world, even from the rogues who worked for him.

No one knew him, yet his orders were treated like gold by the pathetic rogues. They were willing to fight, to die for him.

Yet… a man who had stayed hidden all these years had been found just like that? Just because of some intel that Verya had uncovered?

I had cross-checked it, and it seemed to be true. In the North, rogue attacks had become more frequent, and in one of their bases, security was tighter than the others, as though they were hiding something-someone.

“Yet… why do I feel something is wrong, Draziel?”

I asked through mindlink, narrowing my eyes as I leaned back against the seat, head tilted slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

But despite that, I could feel Lucien watching me silently, his gaze fixed, unblinking.

Behind us, rows of cars stretched out. Verya was in one, Lucas, the Alpha of Bloodthorn, in another, accompanied by vehicles carrying guards, while wolves raced alongside.

Draziel didn’t respond at first; he wasn’t one to speak unless spoken to. But despite his silence, he was one to think, analyze, assess situations quickly and efficiently and after a beat, he finally answered.

“In a game of chess,” he began slowly, his voice deep and detached in my mind, “there are two players: a foolish one and a smart one. The foolish player rushes forward, believing he has found the king… only to realize he chased a shadow, to realize he had been tricked.”

He paused, letting the words settle before continuing. 1

“While the smart player doesn’t strike the king first, he strikes where the opponent is meant to look. He strikes where the opponent wants to look, and then he sacrifices a pawn, maybe even a knight, placing it boldly on the board, exposed… tempting the opponent to attack. To feel victorious. To believe they’ve gained ground, an advantage.”

As he spoke, for the briefest moments, images flashed in my mind, two people, a blurry man and me with a chessboard in the middle.

The blurry man’s hand slid a piece forward, deliberate, calculated.

“The enemy takes the bait,” Draziel continued. “They move in, confident, blind. They think they’re winning.”

I made my move, the chess piece sliding across the board, aiming for the king, convinced I would win but then…

“But the moment they strike, the trap snaps shut. While they’re focused on the pawn, the real threat is already behind them. The rooks close in. The bishops cut off escape. And when they finally realize… it’s already checkmate.”

The blurry man chuckled, the sound echoing through the dark space. And though I couldn’t see his face, I knew it was a victory laugh-one that made it clear he had won.

And I had lost.

As the laughter of the blurry man echoed in my head, growing louder by the second, Draziel continued, his voice a

low drawl.

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The image vanished, and I found myself back in my consciousness, standing before him. I watched him seated on his throne, legs crossed, his eerie white eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression, his words sinking deeper with every second.

“Life is like a game of chess, Silas. Sometimes, when you think you are going to win, when you think you’ll get what you want, you find yourself at a wall. You find yourself tricked. You find yourself losing the game.”

He tilted his head, movements slow, expression emotionless as he asked,

“So, Silas… in this game, which do you think you are? The polish player… or the smart one?”

My gaze narrowed, frown deepening as I studied him, hands tucked in my pockets, thoughts racing.

Draziel was right. I was the foolish player.

I had known from the start there was something off. How could a man like Verek allow himself to be found after so many years of hiding? A man like that couldn’t make such a mistake… unless… 1

“He wants you to leave the packhouse,” Draziel finished my thought, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, his gaze sharp as he spoke.

“He wants you and our brothers to leave the packhouse unguarded for a reason. He lured you into a trap, and you all fell for it because of your obsession to catch him. You didn’t think this through, Silas. Despite knowing it was a trap from the beginning, you still played along.” 1

He spoke, and my gaze grew colder. Almost at the same time, Draziel and I came to the same conclusion.

“Now, the question is: why would he lure you three from the packhouse? What is the aim, to attack your pack in your absence, or… to take something valuable from the packhouse? If it’s the second one, what do you think is the most valuable treasure hidden there?”

He asked, and the corner of my lips curled into a cold smirk My gaze held his as I muttered, my voice eerily calm and composed, 1

“The golden dagger.”

As soon as I said this, Draziel didn’t react. He didn’t answer he just watched. The next second, I lifted my hand and snapped my fingers, pulling myself out of the consciousness.

Slowly opening my eyes, I found Lucien still staring at me, eyes narrowed, observing but I kept my gaze forward.

As Abraham continued speaking, I cut him off.

“This is an order. Turn the car around. We are going back to the packhouse.”

The moment I said this, everyone seemed to pause. Abraham stiffened, Lucien frowned, and Claude’s eyes snapped open, shooting a raised brow toward me. I leaned forward, about to explain the situation, but before I could-

Something happened.

Bright lights began blinking, drawing everyone’s attention to the right. I turned, frowning, and saw a truck barreling toward the car at full speed, with no intention of stopping. I didn’t react.

My eyes were emotionless, the same as my brothers’. We all watched, unmoved. I could hear Claude click his tongue in irritation, feel Lucien’s gaze grow colder, and hear Abraham curse under his breath as he tried to swerve the car to dodge it but it was too late.

The massive truck came rushing toward us. And as it closed in, before I could stop myself, my thoughts drifted to one person amidst everything-the girl, that innocent little maid.

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Would she be fine? Or was it already too late? Had she already died?

I wasn’t sure, but out of everything I had expected, this… this wasn’t it.

I narrowed my eyes on her, fingers still raised, holding the bastards suspended in the air.

She had torn a man’s head off with her bare hands. That shouldn’t have been possible.

Unless-

I tilted my head, studying her more closely as her eyes lit up.

Unless she had a wolf.

Nyssa Kim

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Hi everyone, sorry the update took a bit longer. Here’s a sneak peek in the Alpha’s POV. The next chapter will continue right where we left off

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