Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 141

141|Suspicious

Lilith pov

“If you can land a hit on me, then, Lilith, you will be our beta.”

That was what he had said. That was what I had heard as I stared at the man before me, eyes wide, breath hitched, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst straight out of my chest.

Silas stood in front of me wearing a smile, one that held no amusement, unlike Claude’s.

No. Silas’s smiles were rare, and when they came, they were cold. Scary. The kind that sent shivers down my spine and screamed warnings in my head that something was wrong, that something bad was about to happen, and that I should stay far away from the man standing before me.

And even though every instinct in my body told me to step back, to say no, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, staring at him, waiting, hoping, for him to laugh and say he was joking, or that I had heard him wrong.

He didn’t.

Instead, he began unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up, his veined hands flexing as he did, his movements smooth, almost enchanting. He stood tall, eyes never leaving me, that same smile still on his face.

Wait… what?

He-he was serious?

He wanted me to land a hit on him? Like a real duel?

“Wow, Silas, are you really going to fight our little wolf?”

Claude’s voice came from behind me, curious and surprised, yet I couldn’t miss the amusement in it, or the excitement at the entertainment that was about to unfold.

I watched Silas, half-expecting him to shake his head. Instead, he gave a casual nod and tucked his hands into his pockets, his head tilting slightly. His smile widened by a fraction, eyes narrowing on me as he studied me with open interest and something else.

Something I couldn’t name, but I felt it, sharp and unsettling, enough to make me blink and snap out of my daze.

I took a step back just as he drawled calmly, his voice low.

“If she lands a hit on me, then she will be worthy to become our beta. And moreover…

His voice trailed off. The corner of his lips curled into an amused smirk, the silence stretching, almost deafening, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second counting down to something! couldn’t see coming.

“I have something I need to check.”

That was all he said. No explanation about what he meant. But it was enough to tell me that Alpha Silas was serious. He truly intended to duel with me.

Me-Lilith. A weak maid who couldn’t even take on four rogues alone at the same time. If I were to compare Silas’s strength to theirs without exaggeration, he was the equivalent of a hundred rogues at once.

He was that strong.

Maybe he wasn’t as fast as Claude, and maybe he didn’t have the raw brutal strength that Lucien did but he was their equal all the same. He had the mind for battle. The skill. So much so that despite preferring books over bloodshed, none of his brothers had ever managed to defeat him when they dueled for the Alpha position.

They had fought from day until break, unable to best one another, reducing the packhouse to ruins in the process. That was how they had all become Alphas…because no one was stronger than the other.

And now… he wanted me to land a hit on him?

It was a death sentence.

Especially without Dravena.

“Damn, this feels like it’s going to be exciting.” Claude hummed. From the corner of my eye, I saw his grin widen as he leaned more heavily against the desk, eyes glittering as they moved between Silas and me, “But go easy on her, brother. She is our favourite after all. Plus, Dervic says if anything happens to her, he will kill you.”

His tone was lazy, almost playful, yet his words seemed serious, which was ironic, considering Dervic had tried to kill me just yesterday.

Silas didn’t respond. He only continued to watch me, unblinking, as panic surged through me.

“A drama and then a match,” Samuel drawled behind me, his voice amused as he spoke to Claude. “You never told me Fangspire was this interesting, Claude.”

Claude chuckled softly.

“Don’t kill her.”

It was only a heartbeat. Less than a second.

His hand lifted, aimed for my neck. Not lethal, but precise. Clean enough to knock me unconscious.

But before I could even understand what was happening, my body moved on its own.

A gasp tore from my lips as I twisted out of the way, stumbling, nearly falling before I caught myself. I spun around just in time to see him already relaxed.

His head tilted slightly as he stared at me, his hand tucked back into his pocket as if it had never moved at all.

My eyes were wide, trembling as I stared at him in shock and disbelief, my mind scrambling, asking if I had imagined it, if he had even moved at all

But he had.

He had been so fast that it was almost unreal. Pure luck was the only reason I had dodged it at all, his fingers had brushed only my hair, an inch away from my neck.

If he was this fast…

My gaze flicked instinctively to Claude, who was leaning back in his seat, eyes practically glowing with excitement as he watched the scene unfold.

Then how fast was Claude when he fought?

“You dodged that all by yourself,” Silas said. “That’s pretty impressive, Lilith.”

His emotionless voice sliced through the air, making my body go rigid. My eyes snapped back to him, meeting that cold, unreadable gaze and at his words, I inhaled sharply.

All by yourself.

Wait.

The other reason he wanted to fight couldn’t be because-

“He is already suspicious of my identity.”