Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 176

Leo pov

Author’s note: In case it isn’t clear, this is the POV of Verek’s assassin, the one who usually keeps his hair over his face.

What was your desire to keep living?

What was your purpose for breathing?

Mine was simple.

My name is Leo—one of Verek’s assassins. The deadliest. The strongest of the four. The one who death follows.

And I had only one reason to stay alive.

Him.

Verek.

The leader of all rogues. The man who sought to stand above all werewolves, above every pack, every Alpha.

And it was my duty… to follow him. To be useful to him. Even if it cost me my life.

Why?

Because he was my savior.

“Did you hear that the mother of that blonde Beta died?”

George said with a smirk, lazily swirling the glass of wine in his hand, his eyes glinting with amusement, the kind of careless mischief he directed at everything around him.

Seated on his lap, his mate, Isla, laughed softly, her hand resting against his chest.

“Haha, I heard. And do you know what makes it even funnier?” she added, her voice laced with mockery. “I heard the only reason she gave herself to those Alphas in the first place was because of her mother… and in the end, she didn’t even survive.”

Isla shook her head, her red hair slipping over her face as she laughed.

Beside them, her twin, Ivy, leaned in, clearly entertained.

“Ah, how tragic,” Ivy said with a chuckle. “Well… how about we help her reunite with her mother soon? We’re good people, after all. Since she misses her so much, we can send her to be with her… forever.”

My gaze remained cold. Empty.

I watched them laugh.

Watched George scoff, rolling his eyes.

“Come on,” he muttered, his tone dismissive. “You just want to kill her because you’re jealous the Lord told us not to touch the girl.”

His lips curled slightly.

“Do you think no one notices that you have a little crush on master?”

At his words, Isla didn’t even bother to deny it.

She simply shrugged, leaning back against her seat as she crossed her legs, a flicker of irritation passing over her features.

“I don’t understand it, though. Last time, it was that bitch who ruined the master's plan to take the golden dagger. And now that we’ve infiltrated the Fangspire Pack, I thought we’d finally get some action here or at least kill her before she interferes again.”

Her eyes darkened slightly.

“But the Lord told us to lay low. And not only that…” Her lips curled into a sneer. “I understand when he says we can’t defeat those men, but… how can he say we can’t defeat that wolfless bitch?”

The moment those words left her lips, the image surfaced in my mind—

Lord Verek, seated calmly, his lips curving into an amused smirk as he spoke.

“Don’t try to touch her. It turns out she’s more useful than I thought. But even if any of you tried… you wouldn’t last a second against her.”

He hadn’t said it as a joke.

Not as a jab.

But as a simple, undeniable fact.

As if he had figured out something we didn’t.

And from the memories of that girl, standing tall as she defeated those men at that party, something told me, whether it was instinct or a warning from my wolf… the lord was right.

Even I… wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

“Pfft, you know she isn’t wolfless, Ivy. The wine Isla spilled on her, it wasn’t that she couldn’t dodge it, she didn’t want to.” George scoffed. “I’m not sure why she’s hiding her wolf, but either way, the Lord might be right. We might not be able to defeat her. Well… especially you, since you’re the weakest among us.”

He chuckled, but almost immediately, Isla, his mate jabbed him sharply.

Ivy’s face darkened, her eyes snapping into a glare.

As I watched the exchange unfold, I said nothing. I didn’t need to.

But then,

“What the fuck are you saying, bastard? I can take on that girl, and I will do that—”

Before she could finish.

My lips moved.

My hair hid my face, but my voice cut through the space—low, calm, and lethal.

“Will you disobey the Master?”

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

All attention snapped to me.

I kept my gaze fixed on Ivy.

She looked confused at first, but as I repeated my words, slowly, and deliberately.

“Are you saying you will disobey the Master’s orders?”

Her confusion cracked, replaced by realization.

Then fear.

She could feel it.

A man stepped inside, holding a sealed letter, his eyes cold and sharp.

Henry.

Lord Verek’s second-in-command.

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

It was no longer light.

No longer careless.

One by one, we all rose to our feet, heads lowering slightly—

Not for the man standing before us…

But for the letter in his hand.

Verek’s words carried as much weight as his presence.

And as Henry stopped in front of us, holding the letter out, my eyes locked onto it.

My heart began to pound.

My gaze narrowed as he broke the seal and unfolded it.

Since arriving at this pack, Verek hadn’t come to see us. He had ordered us to stay low, to remain unseen.

So the fact that Henry was here meant only one thing—

Something had changed.

“My children,” Henry began, his voice steady as he read, “I can tell that you have been bored, and I, as your father, apologize for that.”

I could almost see it—

The faint, amused smile on Verek’s lips as he wrote those words.

“But you need not be bored any longer.”

A pause.

“I am finally allowing you to play.”

A ripple moved through the room.

“To have your fun.”

My pulse quickened.

“In two days’ time…”

The air seemed to grow heavier.

“There is something I require of you. In two days, you four will make the Alphas lose something they treasure.”

Silence fell.