Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 112

112 My mood was sour

Lucien pov

My mood was sour.

Not because we had been outplayed by that bastard. Not because he had underestimated us, thinking that a car crash would be enough to kill my brothers and me.

We had barely even been scratched. The car had rolled several times, crushed beyond belief, yet we had survived.

And the rogues that were lying in ambush had come out immediately, trying to attack the other cars, checking to see if we had died in the wreck but Silas had simply kicked the car door open, stepped out, and I followed him, dusting off my clothes with a frown while Claude seethed behind me.

He had been tense ever since leaving the packhouse. Without a word, he shifted into his wolf, leapt from the car, and tore into the rogues with the others, Verya, Lucas, and the guards fending off anyone foolish enough to challenge them.

I stayed back, using my aura to crush any rogue who dared lunge at me.

Silas moved to check on Abraham, our gamma. He hadn’t been so lucky, bloody and knocked unconscious but he would live. While the others fought, my brothers and I made our way back to the packhouse.

We didn’t need Silas to tell us, we had been set up. They were after the Golden Dagger, a mythical weapon no one had been able to wield for centuries.

Not even us. And if it fell into rogue hands, chaos would follow.

However, that wasn’t what truly soured my mood.

No, what did was the sight we walked into.

Dead guards. Dead maids.

The stench of blood heavy in the air.

I wasn’t someone easily shaken by death, but that didn’t mean I didn’t get angry when it happened. People called me ruthless, heartless.

Fine. I could end a life without blinking. And yet, only one death had ever cut deep, the previous Alpha.

Father.

When his severed head was brought back that day, Claude cried for the first time. Sila’s stoic expression crumbled for the first time.

But me? I just stared at it, then ordered that I wasn’t to be disturbed. I locked myself away.

Everyone listened, even my brothers.

It took me a month.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t leave my room.

I sat there, simmering in rage.

Silas and Claude came to the door, not with words of comfort, but with reports. They were hunting Verek. Destroying rogues camp by camp but I said nothing.

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When the month was up, I stepped out and became worse colder, sharper. I felt nothing. Spoke rarely. Killed when I felt like it.

Then came the curse.

Then the mindless sex, searching for our mate, someone tonark, to break it.

I was never afraid of death. If it came, then it was fate. What I refused was to die before finding that bastard. If we were going to fall, then only after Verek’s head was in our lands.

And then… she appeared.

That trembling little girl who should never have survived.

After what she pulled during the ritual, she should have died for lying, for wasting our time, yet for the first time, even with the urge to kill burning in my veins, I didn’t want to end her.

And I hated it.

Hated the hesitation.

Hated that my brothers were willing to fight for her.

Hated that idiot Daelan seized control, stopping me from ending her.

I knew, right then, she would become a weakness to us if she lived. But I couldn’t kill her, not when she was Jayden’s daughter. The daughter of the man who fought and died beside our father. 1

And to my irritation, I couldn’t let her go either. So when the decision was made to keep her close, I told myself I’d treat her as a toy, use her until I was bored. That was how it should have been.

She should have been nothing but a plaything, so why…

Why was she the first face that flashed through my mind when I realized the packhouse was in danger?

Why did my heart pound for the first time for a woman?

But whatever I expected didn’t happen. Instead…

She had ripped a man’s head off with her bare hands, blood dripping down her face, and she laughed while doing

I tilted my head slightly, hands tucked in my pockets, more than a little taken aback as I watched her. The entire packhouse was silent; no one dared to speak or maybe they simply couldn’t.

The maids stared wide-eyed, frozen. Even the rogues hung in stunned silence.

Yet that girl? She continued leaning against Claude, one hand raised to her forehead, eyes closed like she might faint at any second.

Claude didn’t move. Anger had vanished, leaving only shock as he stared at Lilith clinging to him.

Beside me, I could feel Silas narrowing his eyes, studying her like she was some kind of puzzle.

A full minute passed with no one saying a word. The silence grew thicker, almost awkward in how tense it was. And then… she moved.

She slowly peeled one eye open, scanning why no one was speaking. Her gaze swept over the maids, they shivered, looking away. Her eyes flicked over the suspended rogues, who visibly recoiled,

It was clear: they were the ones terrified of her.

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Her gaze then flicked over me and Silas, finally settling on Claude’s towering wolf form. She took in everyone’s frozen expressions, opened both eyes fully, tilted her brow in confusion, but then, for the briefest moment, I saw

The corner of her lips curved into the faintest smirk. Her eyes glinted with amusement, and before anyone could react, she pulled her arm away from Claude, straightened, and then… began crying, hand rising to her forehead while the other theatrically wiped away an invisible tear.

“In the sculpture, the goddess said life was above all. Life should be valued, and no one should kill without a reason,” she began, flicking her gaze toward the rogues suspended in the air. They stiffened under her stare. “So how could you kill all those people?” (1)

She gestured toward the maids around them, chests slashed, then quickly looked away, as if the bloody scene was too much to bear, which was ironic, considering she had blood smeared all over her own face.

“And not only that,” she continued, pointing at the beheaded rogue she had ripped apart just moments ago. “You also killed your fellow comrades! Just because they said they didn’t want to kill anymore, you brutally ripped their heads apart. How could you do that?”

Everyone froze. The rogues looked like deer caught in headlights. One of them even muttered out in disbelief.

“W-what?”

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