Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 111

111 Soap opera performance.

Lilith pov

We were in trouble. In serious trouble.

Ever since I turned eighteen, I hadn’t gotten my wolf. Honestly, I hadn’t minded, hadn’t cared when people called me wolfless, worthless, a jinx.

They were just words. In life, when you had more pressing matters, like your father dying in a war and your mother attempting to take her own life, the petty words of people who meant nothing to you barely mattered.

So, I hadn’t once prayed to the Goddess to give me a wolf. My prayers had always been for my mother to wake up and for my father’s soul to rest in peace.

Then I found out I had a wolf. Not just any wolf, the Goddess wolf, the first she had ever created. I was stunned. Shocked. This was the first time I had ever heard of someone without a wolf connecting with one.

And then… I was happy.

Because with a wolf, when Mother woke up, we wouldn’t be bullied so much. I would be able to protect her.

It was all good. But, as I had always said and always would… I was never that lucky.

Because my wolf… Dravena, she wasn’t just wild. She was crazy. No, insane. Deranged!

Whatever words you could use to describe someone who wasn’t right in the head, she fit them all.

She had not only tried to train someone she was fighting with, she had torn people’s heads off like they were nothing but paper.

But that wasn’t even the most terrifying part.

It was the fact that she enjoyed it. She found it fun. She laughed while doing it. Sympathy was a word she didn’t understand.

She was terrifying. But if she was scary… there were three people more terrifying than her.

Lucien, Silas, and Claude. And right now, all three were watching Dravena.

Yet, she didn’t feel fear.

No, her lips stretched into a slow grin as she stared up at the three of them, blood dripping from her face, pooling on the floor beneath her as she sat atop the headless body.

Their eyes locked on hers with a raw, piercing intensity that made the room feel smaller… tighter… as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

They were angry. Furious.

And it was understandable. The packhouse had been massacred, dead maids scattered across the floor, the outside was worse than the inside.

Guards torn apart, lifeless. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure how much of Dravena’s actions they had witnessed.

Were they angry at us too?

Silas stood with his finger raised, the other hand tucked in is pocket, a deep frown curving his lips.

Lucien was in the middle, hands in his pockets, his eyes carrying their usual coldness but sharper, dripping with killing intent.

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And Claude…Claude was the majestic white wolf beside his brother, blood splattered across his fur, fangs parted just enough for blood to drip, eyes pure white.

And then, a low growl escaped Claude – sharp, deep, making the entire packhouse tremble.

The rogues who had been yelling moments ago now looked as though they were staring straight at the devil.

The maids trembled harder, their fear of the Alphas outweighing even the horrors that had already unfolded. And even I shook, eyes wide with terror.

But Dravena?

I could feel it, her heart hammered, adrenaline burning like wildfire through her veins. From what had happened earlier, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

This was the same intensity she had felt when she had asked the dead rogue to “play” with her.

She couldn’t possibly want the Alphas to play with her, right?

My heart dropped to my stomach at the thought, a shaky breath escaping me but before I could process it, Claude moved.

He stepped toward us.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath as the massive wolf advanced, his steps slow and deliberate, his aura practically overwhelming everyone else in the room, except his brothers.

Even without his human form, I could tell this wasn’t the usual teasing Claude.

No trace of amusement in his eyes, only pure, boiling rage

As he moved closer, my hands curled into fists, trying to stop them from trembling.

We were so dead.

He stopped just inches from us, inches from the severed head, ignoring it as though it were nothing more than trash.

He towered over Dravena, his narrowed white eyes locked on hers. I could almost hear her purr at the close proximity but then, his chilling voice cut through the mindink, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Stand up from where you’re sitting, little wolf.”

He commanded. For a brief second, I caught it-jealousy. Raw, unmistakable.

I blinked, stunned, confused.

Huh?

Dravena tilted her head, then shifted her gaze to the dead rogue below her.

When I saw what she was looking at, my face flushed bright red, eyes widening.

Goddess.

I had forgotten, when a human shifts to their wolf, their clothes get torn. That meant if they shifted back to human form, they would be naked. So basically…

Dravena was sitting on a naked man, almost sitting on his-

“Oh, how jealous-” Dravena purred through mindlink, her voice echoing through the throne room. I stiffened as I

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watched her slowly rise from the rogue. “This… this is really turning me on, haha. It’s making me want to play with him.”

Her words stole the breath from my lungs, I actually stopped breathing for a second.

I watched her, and so did everyone else, as she stood tall, turning to face Claude. Even though he wasn’t in his human form, he still easily towered over her, his wolf massive, bigger than any wolf I had ever seen. 1

For a brief moment, I couldn’t help but think he looked almost celestial, his white fur gleaming, his white eyes sharp and piercing.

And as she looked up at him, a bad feeling settled deep in my stomach, especially when I watched her take a step closer toward Claude, kicking the severed head aside like it was a discarded sock. Step by step, she closed the space between them.

Claude didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just watched her, eyes narrowed, like a cat observing a particularly reckless mouse.

I could feel Silas and Lucien’s gazes drilling into us, silent but sharp. And when I noticed Dravena’s hands twitching, I knew exactly what she was thinking, she was about to ask Claude to play with her.

“Don’t do it!” I practically screamed, stepping forward, voice echoing through the throne room in full panic mode. “Change back to me, Dravena! You can’t just-“I paused then continued in utter disbelief “You are insane. He’s stronger than that rogue! We’d die if you disrespect the Alphas!”

She scoffed. “And what if I told you we’re stronger than all of them combined?”

I blinked, utterly flabbergasted. Before I could process that, she leaned closer to Claude and whispered,

“Alpha Claude…”

I nearly fell over as I yelled, “Dravena, don’t-”

“Lilith-“Theila shouted at the same time, as if she knew what was coming, but it was too late.

However, what she had done wasn’t what I had expected.

Dravena theatrically raised a hand to her head, pretended to stagger, and then, bam!-wrapped her arms around Claude’s neck, leaning on him dramatically. Her voice softened, trembling with fake panic,

“Oh, thank the goddess, the Alphas have finally arrived!”

She clutched him like he was a life raft, as if we were in a soap opera instead of a massacre zone.

“I was so scared! I thought we were all going to die!” she cried, pointing at the suspended rogues. “Oh goddess, they killed everyone, they were terrifying! Ah, I was begging them to stop, but they just kept ripping people apart as if lives meant nothing to them. The goddess gave life, how could they take it away so easily? They were so cruel, so cruel, Alpha Claude!”

She rested her head on his fur, completely catching him and everyone else off guard. Even Silas and Lucien looked slightly taken aback, and from their expressions, I knew they had seen Dravena tear that man’s head apart.

Everyone was stunned, the maids, Theila, hell, even the suspended rogues looked utterly speechless.

And there I was, tilting my head in the throne room, blinking.

Huh??

Dravena… what on earth was she playing at?

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