Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 66

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Lilith pov

“Lilith, the next room is Alpha Lucien.”

I swallowed hard at her words, my body trembling as a shiver raced down my spine,

Alpha Lucien.

He was the scariest one among the brothers-cold and emotionless, always wanting to kill someone,

He’d been the one adamant about killing me during the ritual. I could still remember his hand tightening, around my throat, cutting off my air so it was understandable why always felt this deep fear whenever his name was mentioned or he was near me.

My grip on the tray instinctively tightened… yet, he was also the one who had placed my mother under Dr. Samuel’s care.

I couldn’t understand it at all.

“Lilith, are you listening to me?”

Theila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly leaned away from the door and gave a small, sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry, Theila. I got… distracted.”

She studied me for a moment, as if she understood exactly why I was so flustered after coming from Silas’s room. Then she smiled warmly, the wrinkles on her face softening

“It’s okay, my dear. Don’t apologize.” 1

Her tone was gentle, kind.

“Most girls are not as composed as you. Some faint from fear, others get their wrists broken for daring to touch Alpha Silas. But the only one who’s ever actually killed a maid…” she paused slightly, “is Alpha Lucien. You should be fine, though, as long as you follow the rules.”

Wait, what?

K-kill?

My eyes widened at her words. She had said it so casually, like she was talking about the weather.

I had expected her to dwell on the fact that she’d just mentioned Lucien had killed a maid, but instead, she simply turned toward the room in the middle and pointed before speaking.

“Lilith, this room belongs to Alpha Lucien. The black cup is for him,” she said, pointing to the cup without even taking her eyes off the golden door.

“Alpha Lucien likes his coffee black, no sugar, no milk. He likes it plain.”

As she spoke, my eyes flicked to the cup on the tray, and I couldn’t help but think how perfectly his drink suited his personality-bitter, dark, and cold.

Just like him.

“The rules are simple when you’re to drop off Alpha Luciens coffee. You are to knock once, then twice. If you don’t get a response, enter quietly. If you see Alpha Lucien the room, pay your respects and place the cup on the cabinet by the bed. Remember, you are not to look at him at all, keep your head lowered at all times. Do not speak

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to him unless he addresses you first, and when he does, respond quickly. If he ignores you after that, it means the conversation is over. Do not speak again. Do not linger. Do not try to engage with him. People’s presence irritates him.”

She explained it all in one breath, not even stuttering once. Before I could wrap my head around her words, she continued,

“However, if you do not see him in the room and you hear the shower running, you are to simply pay your respects, place the cup on the cabinet beside the bed, and leave immediately. Lilith, do not try to go near the bathroom or peek. If you do, he will know and when he does…”

Her words trailed off, and a flicker of fear crossed her eyes, as though she was remembering something.

“The maid who did that couldn’t even keep her head intact

My heart pounded hard against my chest at her words.

She looked more serious now, more frightened than she had been when explaining Silas’s rules.

She was afraid of Lucien, and it showed.

“So the last maid who lost her life… it was because she peeked at Alpha Lucien while he was in the shower?”

The question slipped from my lips before I could stop myself.

Realizing what I’d just said, I opened my mouth to apologize, she was clearly uncomfortable from the memory but before I could, she nodded and looked straight at me. Then, reaching out, she gently placed a hand on my shoulder, her expression soft, yet sorrowful.

“Lilith,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I won’t ask you to quit and leave the packhouse since you’ve already made your decision. But be careful with these men. They’re far more dangerous, far scarier than you think. Don’t be fooled by their appearance, you should know the devil also wears a pretty face. If you want to survive here, be careful and… follow every rule.”

I inhaled sharply at her words, a cold shiver shooting down my spine. Before I could even form a reply, she released my shoulder and leaned back, gesturing toward the middle golden door.

“Go, Lilith. You must not keep the Alpha waiting.

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I swallowed the lump in my throat, my grip tightening around the tray until I was certain my palms were red. After a brief moment, I managed to whisper,

“Yes, Miss Theila.”

Then, without looking back, I did exactly as she said.

I knocked once.

And then twice.

When no response came, I reached for the handle, opened the door, and quietly stepped inside,

The moment I was in, I lowered my head and offered my greetings.

“Greetings to Alpha Lucien. I pay my respects to the Alpha

I said quickly, doing my best to hide the fear in my voice.

No response.

But then I heard it.

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The sound of running water.

The shower.

Like a switch, a breath of relief escaped me, my lips curling into a bright smile as I lifted my head to glance at the

black room.

My eyes twinkled, my heart pounding fast as the realization dawned on me.

He was in the shower.

That meant all I had to do was place the cup on the cabinet and get out before he came out and saw me.

I was happy-relieved, even.

It had been a while since I’d felt lucky about anything, especially after Theila’s words had only made me more terrified of Lucien.

I knew my life was at risk when I agreed to the contract. With the triplets’ reputation, there was nothing in the contract that said they couldn’t kill me. I could very well die at any time.

It wasn’t death itself that scared me. No, it was the thought that I might never see my mother wake up.

Seeing he wasn’t here made the earlier fear vanish, and without a second thought, I quickly walked to the cabinet and placed the white cup on it. 1

Then, without wasting another moment or daring to glance around the room, I turned and hurried toward the door, my steps quick but careful, trying not to let the last cup slip from the tray.

But just as I was about to reach the door, it happened.

Something that made every muscle in my body go still, stealing the air from my lungs and sending my heart slamming against my chest.

The shower had stopped.

And I heard it….slow, deliberate footsteps behind me.

I inhaled a sharp breath as all the hair on my body stood on end.

He was behind me.

Alpha Lucien.

I could feel his sharp gaze on my back. I didn’t even have to see him, but his eyes were so cold they made me tremble, my face going pale almost instantly.

Usually, I wouldn’t have this kind of reaction with him, but Theila’s words had made me so scared that the thoughts wouldn’t stop rushing through my head.

Had I done something wrong?

Had I forgotten a rule?

Was he going to behead me like he did that maid?

Was I going to die before I ever saw my mother again?

I asked myself over and over, my eyes fixed on the door. As the seconds passed, I heard him move toward the cabinet, the room so silent that even the soft click of him picking up the cup cut through the air. And then, as I stood frozen, I heard his footsteps again, this time drawing closer.

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He was walking toward me.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t supposed to unless he addressed the first.

And just as it felt like hours instead of seconds, he stopped. Right behind me. I could feel him towering over me, the heat of his body even though he wasn’t touching me. And like the greedy pussy that I had, it throbbed at the closeness.

Yes, despite the fear, despite the terror gripping my body, the ache between my legs intensified. My body reacted to his presence, and I could feel myself getting wet. My face flushed hot with shame at how ridiculous I was, and I wanted to disappear, wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

I wasn’t even sure what to do now.

Should I turn to look at him? Repeat my greetings? Or just walk away?

Just when I was debating, I heard his voice, deep, low, sending shivers down my spine.

“Turn around, omega.”

He commanded, and my body reacted faster than my brain. quickly turned to face him, and the moment I did, a breathless gasp escaped me.

Fuck.

He was shirtless, naked even. The only thing covering him was a small towel, wrapped low beneath his v-line.

I couldn’t help it. Before I even realized what I was doing, my eyes lifted to his face-black, messy, wet hair clinging to his flawless skin, those dark, deep, emotionless eyes locked on me. His lips were set in a straight line, watching silently as my gaze began to drop.

To his chest…

Then lower.

To his rock-hard abs that glistened with droplets of water.

I swallowed hard, the urge to drop to my knees and lick the water off his skin hitting me so fast it made my thighs clench. Another sharp ache pulsed through my pussy as my eyes drifted to the towel, where the thick outline of his dick pressed against the fabric, big and tempting, as if begging me to pull it away and take him into my mouth.

At that moment, I knew I had broken one rule.

Remember, you are not to look at him at all. Keep your head lowered at all times.

Theila’s words echoed deep in my mind, and I knew I should look away, lower my head and pray I hadn’t angered the Alpha. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the outline of his dick, and before I could stop myself,my tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip.

The instant I did, I felt his gaze darken. Before I could react he took a step closer, snapping me out of whatever daze I’d fallen into. I drew in a shaky breath, but his next words made me jerk my head up toward him.

“What should I do with you?” he asked, almost to himself.

My chin was suddenly seized, forcing me to meet his cold gaze. I froze as he tilted his head slightly to the side, his

voice low.

“Your first time, and you’re already making mistakes, ometa.”

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His eyes flashed a brighter shade, and that’s when I noticed he was still holding the cup of coffee I’d placed on the cabinet. My gaze flickered to it, and in that moment, I swear the world stopped.

The cup in his hand was white. The one I was supposed to serve was black. Which meant…

I’d given him the wrong one.

Holy mother of werewolves. I was dead.

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