Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

Lilith pov

It was just like last time.

I knew, because it was the same hunger, the same amusement, the same electric excitement that surged through her the moment she said that word.

“Playtime.”

The instant it left her lips, a shiver raced through me, and for a brief second, I almost regretted bringing up the idea, not because I doubted my ability to defeat them.

Silas was nearly a hundred times stronger than all of these men combined, yet I had landed a hit on him.

And furthermore, ever since Dravena’s hibernation and the rogue incident, I had grown stronger, and defeating these men shouldn’t have been difficult.

So I wasn’t really scared of the eight men that were now surrounding me, forming a circle in the cleared center of the room, the makeshift arena that had been made.

Some of them watched with barely contained excitement, as if victory was already theirs. Some stood with hands tucked in their pockets, their stances relaxed, as if the thought of fighting a woman was beneath them. And the remaining others…. their gazes were cautious, wary, measuring me as though testing if I was a real threat.

And as I stood there, in the middle, what I feared most was…

“Dravena, please, don’t take control. Don’t start ripping heads off

It was her. Drevana.

I begged her through our mindlink, already anticipating what she was thinking, especially now as she stepped down from her throne, standing in the middle of the throne room, excitement sparkling in her eyes.

She didn’t answer. She only smiled wider, fangs glinting, surveying the men before us like dolls she intended to toy with to ease her boredom.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to show it. I held my head high and swept my gaze across the room, scanning at the eager crowd but most of all, I searched for them.

The Alphas. Standing not far, watched me with that calm expression.

Lucien’s usual cold mask, Silas’s indifferent stare, Claude’s amused grin.

But as soon as our eyes met, their expressions shifted.

Silas offered a warm smile. Lucien gave a small, cold nod. And Claude… his grin widened, as if he already knew I would win.

Which was surprising, considering everyone here-the guests, the elders, the nobles were already whispering among themselves, betting on which elder’s son would strike first and claim the position of beta. The elders whose sons stood in the arena were beaming with pride, while those without their sons around looked visibly displeased.

Yet, despite their differences, it was clear they all wanted the same thing.

That the wolfless woman must not win.

“Relax, human-” Dravena drawled lazily, a smirk curling on her lips as she mirrored my stance. For a fleeting moment, something in the air shifted, heavy, suffocating, as if she were truly standing right behind me, our backs pressed together. “1 promise I won’t kill anyone.”

At her words, a relief breath slipped from me.

But right then, one of the men, the one who had been watching with eager excitement finally moved.

In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward. And yet, despite his speed, he seemed slow to me, his movements unfolding in a slow motion before my eyes.

His lips curled into a mocking grin, and as the crowd leaned forward in anticipation, he raised his hand and swung it toward my face.

“A woman like you dreaming of becoming beta? Ha. You wish.”

His fist shot forward, inches from connecting with my face but like I said, he was too slow. My first instinct was to dodge, to let him strike empty air and counter on the next move…

But before I could even react,

Something changed.

The air itself shifted, as though a switch had been flipped.

At that critical moment, I didn’t dodge. No….

My vision blurred.

And she took control.

I watched in disbelief as Dravena chuckled, her voice sliding smoothly through my mind. My arm moved-no, her arm moved, lifting with casual ease before driving forward in a brutal punch straight into the man’s face.

For a heartbeat, the entire room froze.

Then the sickening crack of impact sliced through the air. Gasps erupted as the man’s teeth were sent flying, scattering across the floor while Dravena hummed in delight.

“Hehe… though that doesn’t mean I won’t break a few bones or two. Oh, this is fun. This is really fun.”

She laughed, wild and thrilled, as the man who had been smirking moments ago collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

And almost immediately, control snapped back to me.

I stood there, fist still raised in the air, frozen in place while everyone stared at me, their jaws nearly touching the ground.

Only the Alphas didn’t look shocked.

No… they looked pleased.

My gaze flicked down to the man sprawled on the floor, and I couldn’t help the slight twitch in my eye.

Dravena…

Even though she hadn’t killed him, the man now looked half-dead already.

“D-did you just see that? She punched him so fast…”

Someone from the crowd whispered, voice trembling, as another echoed back,

“You saw that? I didn’t even see anything.”

At the man’s words, murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd, surprise and unease rippling through them. I simply stood there, my hand still raised, but now something was different.

The remaining five men before me were no longer relaxed. The smug smiles, their casual airs-gone. All of them stared at me warily, alert, as though finally realizing I was truly a threat.

However…

“That was just luck. Don’t get too cocky, bitch!”

Almost immediately, one of them scowled and lunged forward without hesitation, as if determined to prove the earlier strike had only been luck. He rushed at me, his hand raised into tight fist, this time putting more force behind it as he aimed straight for my stomach.

He was trying to strike my gut.

Just as I expected Dravena to seize control again and retaliate, she didn’t.

And any second now, the blow would land.

But then, almost like instinct, like my body had already memorized the response, something shifted.

The crowd held its breath, waiting for the hit.

The next second, I moved.

I didn’t dodge. No.

I reached out and caught his wrist mid-strike.

The impact sent a ripple of wind bursting from the contact, my fingers locking firmly around his hand. Gasps erupted around us as I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his.

He was staring at me too, eyes wide in disbelief.

But before he could even react, my body moved on its own.

I jumped.

It was instinct.

Swinging my leg over his shoulder, I twisted sharply, dragging him down with me. The fabric of my dress hitched up slightly with the motion, revealing a brief flash of skin as I flipped him clean over.

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