Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 125

125|To be king

Third pov

Almost immediately, the air thickened, suffocating, the casual atmosphere from a moment ago vanished completely.

Everyone’s eyes widened, their hearts dropping to the pit of their stomachs as they stared at Verek, the man they all feared.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of knees hitting the floor echoed through the throne room. The Red Succubi, the Blue-Haired Slayer, the Shadow, all dangerous, all feared, fell to one knee at the same time before the man standing at the entrance.

Their bodies trembled, hands extended forward as they greeted him.

“Greetings, Lord Verek, leader of the rogues. We, the Four Reapers, pay our respects.”

They chanted in unison.

Verek’s lips slowly curved into a deliberate grin as he observed them for a moment before walking toward the throne, his second-in-command, Henry, trailing behind with an unreadable expression.

Verek walked casually, steps slow, his voice slicing through the air. As he passed each person, they all trembled, heads bowed.

“You know it isn’t nice to tease people on their sore spots like that,” he hummed, passing Leo, whose hands clenched tighter, hiding his trembling, eyes downcast.

“It also isn’t nice to gang up on someone like that.”

Verek continued, hands behind his back, passing Ivy, who bit hard on her lip to stifle a whimper.

“You four are a group. A group I have chosen. You should learn to respect and love each other like a family.”

He passed Isla, who swallowed hard beside her mate, and then stopped in front of George, his grin widening without looking directly at him.

“Do you understand this, George? Love and respect each other like a family.”

George’s body trembled uncontrollably, a cold shiver running down his spine, but he swallowed hard and lowered his head.

“Forgive me, my lord,” he said, voice tight. “I understand. It won’t happen again.

Verek didn’t spare him a glance,

“You do not owe me the apology, George. Apologize to your brother.”

Brother. That was what Verek said. He truly believed they were all one family, and he was their father.

Father to all rogues.

George inhaled sharply and quickly complied.

“Forgive me, brother. I shouldn’t have teased you like that. It won’t happen again.”

The next moment, Leo, who hadn’t spoken until now, responded, voice gruff but steady.

“I understand, brother. I am not upset. We are a family, after all.”

1252To be kin

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Verek, standing before George, chuckled and nodded in approval. Before George could react, Verek reached out and patted his head, making George’s face go pale as he stiffened.

“Good boy,” Verek praised, then continued walking to the throne.

Without wasting a moment, he flopped onto the seat, legs crossed, head resting on his hand as he looked down at everyone and gave one command.

“Rise.”

Almost immediately, they obeyed, heads bowed.

“Sit,” he commanded again.

He had known all along. The mission wasn’t meant to succeed. If he had wanted a higher chance of success, he would have sent them or even Leo. But he hadn’t.

That meant the attack on the packhouse had another purpose beyond the dagger.

Everyone watched as Verek continued to laugh, as though he had predicted everything, as though he had sent the rogues to their deaths on purpose but why, they didn’t know.

No one ever did.

Verek leaned back against the throne, clearly amused, his mind racing with different thoughts. This was getting more interesting than he had anticipated.

His patience was already thinning. He wanted to reveal himself, to show them his true identity.

But he knew he had to wait. He had waited years for this moment: the day he would seize ultimate power, he would control every pack, the day he would become king over all living creatures. That day was approaching.

Only one obstacle remained. Three men who stood in his way. Lucien, Claude, Silas. But sooner or later, they would all die.

As Verek laughed, everyone in the throne room lowered their heads. Though it wasn’t a written rule not to watch, no one dared look directly at the devil himself.

Ironically, they were devils too. But there was always a greater evil.

And in this case, he was that greater evil.

Lucien, Claude, and Silas wasn’t.

They were terrifying, yes but they had limits. They protected people, they felt emotions.

But he felt nothing.

He would do whatever it took to reach his goal.

The goal to be king.

And anyone that stood in his way would die.