Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 124

124 The four reapers.

Third pov

In the dimly lit throne room, laughter spilled through the ar, mingling with the heavy scent of incense and rich wine as four people lounged together below.

Three of them laughed and joked, glasses of wine in their hands.

Two were women-twins. Ivy and Isla.

They were identical in every way: long red hair, bright green eyes, faces and bodies sculpted to make anyone, man or woman fall at their feet without a second thought.

They were known as the Red Succubi, female demons who seduced men and ended their lives with smiles on their lips.

And the red in their name wasn’t just for their hair or for the dresses they wore.

It was for the blood they shed.

The blood of their victims, which they loved to drench themselves in.

“Haha, you should have heard his screams,” Ivy said, lounging on one of the seats below the throne. “Isla and I cut off his fingers one by one. He screamed like a bitch.”

Isla chuckled at her sister’s words, nodding as she sat on the lap of a man with bright blue hair. Her hand rested lazily against his chest, her red lips curved into a grin.

“Oh, George, it was hilarious,” she said lightly. “I even took pictures for you. Want to see?”

Isla tilted her head toward the man, her mate, George, who laughed and nodded, his hand firm on her waist as he lifted his glass, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

George.

The Blue-Haired Slayer.

That was what they called him, a name that spread fear and panic the moment it was spoken. People whispered that he was a psycho. An assassin who sent his victims a letter exactly one week before their death, with only a single line written:

The Blue-Haired Slayer is coming for you.

No matter who received it, even if they were Alphas, their fate was always the same.

Death.

“Haha, of course, my love,” George said with a smirk. “I’d love to see it. I’d love to admire your handiwork.”

His gaze then flicked lazily toward the man seated on the opposite side of the throne room, as he added,

“Would you like to see, Leo?”

Leo, the man cloaked in shadows, barely spared him a glance.

They called him Shadow.

A simple name, yet he was the most dangerous among the ur. Little was known about him, but there was one sentence whispered wherever his name surfaced:

The leader didn’t trust him?

Why else hadn’t the lord allowed him to go, even though he had knelt and requested the task himself?

Then, Verek had simply chuckled, his words cold.

“No, Leo. This is not your mission. You are not to be the one who goes, so stand back until I give you further orders.”

It had been the same response when Leo had requested to face the Alphas of Fangspire, the only men his leader seemed cautious of, the only men he didn’t want to fight head-on against.

“How amusing. Do you think you’re strong enough to take on those men? You wouldn’t even last a minute in battle. Do not do anything foolish, Leo. You are not allowed to die yet, not until I give you the order to.”

Leo only wanted to prove himself to that man. Even if it meant dying, he would have no regrets. Yet his lord didn’t trust him, because he was weak. Because he was useless. Because he was-

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“Why are you teasing Leo? You know that is not nice, now is it?”

His thoughts faltered the instant that voice echoed through the throne room, just as the large doors on both sides swung open, revealing him.

Verek

The leader of the rogues, standing there with a calm, sharp smile, hair falling over his eyes, eyes precise and piercing, locked on everyone in the room, just as his presence surged forward, overshadowing everything and everyone.