Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 127

127 what the het was going on

Lucien pov

Lucas was a spy.

That was what Silas had uttered the moment both Lucas and Verya stepped out of the study. His voice was cool, steady, calm as ever as he took the seat beside me, unbothered on the surface, his expression unreadable, stoic, as though the events of today hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

But they had.

There was a crack beneath that calm. The tension and anger was deliberately restrained.

Silas wasn’t the only one who knew his brothers. I knew mine too. And despite the cold mask, despite the act of indifference, I understood him in ways even he didn’t understand himself. The same went for Claude, despite his usual trouble, despite the chaos he brought with him, I understood him just as well.

After all… they were the only family I had left.

“I see.”

I hummed, my voice low and dry as I looked away from Silas, lifting the cigar to my lips. I took a slow drag, legs crossed, the quiet ticking of the clock filling the heavy silence before I exhaled.

“And what,” I continued coolly, eyes forward, expression unchanged, “is the reason you allowed him to walk out alive?”

Like I said, I knew my brothers. Silas was the reasonable one, the one who never acted without purpose. Not like that idiot… or me.

And that was precisely why he was the most dangerous of us all. Dangerous in a way that didn’t require lifting a finger. He destroyed people slowly, methodically, stripping them of everything they loved, everything they thought made them whole. All he ever did was plan. Think. Calculate.

That was why, most of the time, both Claude and I listened to Silas without question. It was why I had listened to him this time too, sparing Verya’s life despite my displeasure.

And I was proven right.

From the corner of my eye, I caught it, the slow curve of Silas’s lips, the faint tilt of a smirk. His eyes glinted as he leaned back in his seat, fingers drumming idly against the armrest. There was excitement there. Real excitement. It was rare, considering nothing ever stirred him other than the books he read.

But now… he looked like a child who had just found his favorite game.

“What else, brother,” he hummed, his gaze sliding to me, amusement dark and sharp. “He’s a chess piece in this game. Verek used him to make his move earlier.”

His smile deepened.

“But this time, I’ll be the one to use him. To lure Verek out

His fingers stilled.

“That’s why he can’t die. Not yet.”

For a moment, I didn’t respond. I simply stared at him from the corner of my eye. Then, with the next thick tick of the clock, a soft scoff slipped from my lips. I brought the cigar back to my mouth, took another drag, and exhaled slowly, trying to let the tension of the day out of me.

It didn’t work.

Even smoking, the one thing that usually eased my temper did nothing. All I could see were the bodies that littered on the ground earlier. And the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

Today had been a mess. Lives that could have been spared were lost.

It was ironic that I cared, considering I killed without much hesitation myself. But there had always been a line. Especially when it came to innocent lives. The lives of my people.

Those guards. Those maids. They had died from our mistake.

“My sons, I know I cannot tell you to be kind to everyone. I cannot tell you not to be cruel, but even if you cannot be kind rulers, even if you cannot be just rulers, be powerful Alphas. Protect the lives of your people. Protect your pack.”

Those were the words the old man had said before he went to war and never returned and the very words had

never left us.

We weren’t kind men. That much was clear. We weren’t just either, I knew that. But we were powerful leaders. Ones who had protected Fangspire from rogue attacks, from wars, from every external force that dared test us.

In just two years, we had raised the pack to heights it had never known before.

And yet today, today those bastards had dared to sneak into our territory and spill blood.

That…

That pissed me off.

I needed a distraction, and only one came to mind.

Before I could stop it, her image flashed through my thoughts.

Blond hair. Green eyes that usually sparkled with innocence, except earlier, those eyes had been different.

They weren’t pure.

They were sharp. Cold.

The eyes of a killer.

I knew that look because it was the same one my brothers and I wore when we took a life.

My lips curved into a faint frown as I held the cigar inches from my mouth, thoughts spiraling.

Did she really have a wolf?

It shouldn’t have been possible. Those who failed to awake a wolf at eighteen were never blessed with one later. And yet… that strength, that gaze, it wasn’t her.

Which meant one thing.

She wasn’t wolfless.

I knew Silas had reached the same conclusion. So, I parted my lips, about to ask, when his voice cut through my thoughts.

“Lucien.”

I snapped out of it, eyes flicking to him. His brows were drawn together now, lips set into a tight line as he leaned forward.

“Where is Claude?” he asked, his tone sharp.

I narrowed my eyes, then glanced at the empty seat beside me. Not surprised. The idiot must have slipped out during the meeting.

I hadn’t been paying attention, with everything that had happened but this wasn’t the first time he had vanished without warning. And I already knew where he had gone.

To her.

The corner of my lips curled into a sneer as I brought the cigar to my lips and drawled lazily,

“Where else would that idiot be?”

We froze.

Silas and I stopped dead at the same time, staring through the open door in utter disbelief, not just at the words that echoed through the mindlink, but at the sight before us.

A giant white wolf was crouched over Lilith.

Tongue out.

Tail wagging.

Eyes curved into an expression I had never seen before.

At first glance, I knew it was Dervic.

And then… my brain simply refused to process what I was looking at.

Even Daelan went dead silent, then leaned forward in my head like he needed glasses, his jaw practically dropping as he muttered under his breath,

“I think I misheard that… right, Lucien?”

He hadn’t.

And judging by Silas’s face, neither had I.

Lilith stared up at Dervic, her expression mirroring everyone else in the room.

Pure. Utter. Shock.

She blinked at him once. Then again.

Dervic just kept wagging his tail.

Finally, her voice broke the suffocating silence, trembling as she whispered,

“A-Alpha Dervic—”

She didn’t get to finish.

Dervic cut her off by licking her cheek, tongue sliding over er skin like a damned oversized dog. Lilith stiffened, eyes squeezing shut, while his voice rang through the mind ink again, bright, excited, painfully proud.

“Master, I woke up an hour earlier but didn’t wake you. I let you rest. Did I do well? Am I a good boy? Can you give me head pats?”

Silence.

Those shameless words had come from Dervic, the same wolf who barely acknowledged anything beyond his own

twisted urges.

And yet here he was.

Begging for pats. 2

A soft scoff slipped out of me before I could stop it. Almost at the same time, Silas and I turned to look at each other, eyes meeting as the exact same thought passed between us.

What the hell happened last night?