Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 74

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Lucien pov

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“Please forgive me, Alpha Lucien. It was all a misunderstanding, I swear it was. Please-please forgive me!”

I watched as the Alpha of Bloodthorn, the second strongest pack, a man my father’s age, one who once wore his pride like a crown fell to his knees. His head pressed to the floor, his body trembling as he begged.

Begged for his life. For his pack. For everything he’d ever loved.

Lucas.

A greedy bastard.

I regarded him with cold, unflinching eyes, the smoke from my cigar curling lazily in the air as I brought it to my lips. My expression remained impassive-bored, even as I sat in my chair, my brothers by my sides.

Claude and Silas.

Each wearing different expressions.

Claude looked confused at the situation yet interested, amused as he stared down at Lucas, his feet propped on the desk, eyes glinting with mischief, lips curved into a lazy smirk.

Silas, on the other hand, already knew about the situation, about the call yesterday, and barely spared the scene a glance. With a book in hand, he read-calm, detached, like he always did.

The air in the study was heavy and thick with silence, broken only by the slow ticking of the clock on the wall, each tick sounding like a countdown.

Seconds dragged on.

But instead of answering, I brought the cigar back to my lips for a second time, inhaled deeply, then let the smoke curl and fade into the tense air.

When Lucas realized no one would speak, he lifted his head slightly, met my gaze with terror in his eyes and tried again, his voice cracking as he pleaded, tried to explain, tried to lie.

“Alpha Lucien, please forgive me. I really wasn’t the one who said those words yesterday, my beta said them by himself. I am innocent. I would never say something like that.”

He spoke as his body broke out in sweat, gray hair clinging to his forehead. He looked up at me in desperation, but my expression didn’t change.

I stared down at him with an unreadable gaze and began to drum my fingers slowly on the desk, a habit I used whenever I wanted to think, to strategize. Only today the thoughts were of how I would make him suffer. 1

My eyes lazily traced his trembling form. My head tilted as blew out another plume of smoke, deciding I would take his fingers first.

Then his toes.

I’d give him five minutes to recover before starting again, next would be his ears, I would cut it off then I’d slash his chest with my claws, leave him barely alive, barely breathing, and when his cries finally rang loud enough, I would cut out his tongue.

The last thing would be his head. I would take it and hang on the borders of the Bloodthorn pack when my brothers and I claimed it.

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The corner of my mouth curled into a humorless smirk as my eyes settled on his neck. Lucas shivered, opening his mouth to speak, but Claude beat him to it, an excited glint in his own eyes as they flicked to me.

“Brother, can you tell me what’s going on? What did the old man do and-“His gaze dropped to the desk and his smirk widened when he saw the open box. “Why is there a tongue in a box? Who does it belong to?”

He asked, and I didn’t even bother to spare him a glance. Last night, when I was about to explain that we would be claiming Lucas’s pack, he’d made the usual excuse, said he was tired, wanted to sleep and ran off to his room.

The next second Silas, who hadn’t lifted his eyes from his book, spoke in a low, emotionless tone. 1

“Lucas offended Lucien yesterday by bringing up Father, how he still carries the trauma of watching Verek rip Father’s head from his body and he said he would help fight Verek, but he wants the land we bought, and he hopes we would reconsider making his daughter the Luna of Fangspire. And the tongue in the box…”

Silas flicked his cold gaze to Lucas, who quickly looked away in fear.

“It belongs to his beta. Tomorrow, Lucien will kill Lucas and we will take control of his pack.”

As soon as he said that, his eyes returned to his book and he continued reading, flipping pages without another word.

Silence fell over the room. For the briefest moment I felt it, a surge in the air, a killing intent from Claude directed straight at Lucas.

He gasped, staring at Claude with a terrified expression. After a beat, Claude’s lips slowly curved into a smile and, under his breath, he murmured,

“I see.”

Lucas lowered his head and cried, “Please forgive me, Alphas! I swear to the goddess it wasn’t me who said those things, it was my beta and-”

But he never finished.

Claude moved, so fast he was barely even a blur. One second he was leaning back in his chair, the next he’d materialised behind Lucas, hoisted him up and leaned into his shoulder with a sick smile as his nails lengthened into sharp claws, one pressing to Lucas’s throat, digging just enough to draw a thin bead of blood.

Lucas gasped, eyes widening, his body going rigid with fear

From his face it was clear he hadn’t even noticed how Claude had moved, only that if Claude sank that claw deeper, he’d die right there.

“A-Alpha Claude-” Lucas stammered, but Claude cut him off, never taking his eyes from me, smile fixed and hungry.

“Brother,” he purred, “can I finish him? I’ll save you the trouble. I never liked him, I’ve wanted to end him for a long time.” His gaze flicked between me and Silas, who didn’t bother to look up from his book as Claude continued, “However, you two said there was use for him, but since you don’t seem to need him anymore, how about I do the honor?”

An unamused scoff escaped me as I brought the cigar to my lips and took a long draw. As I exhaled, Silas flipped the page and spoke without looking up.

“Should he do it, or do you want to, brother?” Silas asked, is voice flat as his eyes followed the words in his book. “If Claude does it, he’ll take his time, have his fun with Lucas. He’d probably keep him alive for a week before he ends him. If you do it, you’d grow bored, you’d likely be done in three days. I think Claude should do it.”

Claude’s smile deepened. I watched him press an inch of his claw into Lucas’s neck, blood welled and Lucas

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grunted, a high-pitched scream tearing from him.

“No-no. Please, spare me! I will give you anything you want. It will never happen again! I swear!”

He pleaded, but I tuned him out and crushed the cigar into the ashtray with slow, deliberate movements.

Silas was right. Claude was a psycho who loved toying with people, torturing them. Unlike me, he never grew bored. To him it was a game, something entertaining which explained why his methods were always unique and vicious.

Once, he’d given a victim a chance to escape, they had to outrun him and cross the borders of Fangspire. They could change into wolf form to run while he chased them in human form.

He’d given them hope, and the moment they thought they made it, a second from crossing the border, he’d catch them, drag them back to the dungeon, and begin the torture all over again.

“Fine. Torture him,” I grunted, eyes on Claude. “However, will be the one who puts an end to his life.”

Claude chuckled at that, lifting a perfect brow. Before anyone could react he pushed a second claw into Lucas’s neck, not enough to kill, but enough to make him cry out, tears streaking his cheeks. He didn’t dare push Claude away, he knew that would only speed his death.

Smart man.

“Please spare me,” he gasped, breath ragged, voice breaking between sobs. “If you spare me, I’ll fight. I’ll bring all my men to fight alongside you. I’ll do anything you tell me. I’ll give you my loyalty. I- I was your father’s friend when he was alive, please…”

Claude snorted, blond hair falling over his face as he mused. “And why would we need all that when we could simply take everything from you?” He leaned in close to Lucas’s ear. “Your men. Your life. Your pack.”

Lucas’s body stiffened and he closed his eyes, then pleaded on. “Y-you need me to fight Verek. You don’t know him, no one’s seen his face but me.” His eyes flicked to me and Silas. “You can’t kill the only man who knows what he looks like, right? I-”

Silas cut him off. “Release him, Claude.”

I watched as Silas closed the book and set it on the table, his eyes fixed on Lucas. “We will not kill you, at least not for now. But the next time you forget your place, you will regret it, Lucas. Do you understand?”

Lucas’s eyes widened and he let out a shaky sigh of relief, nodding despite the obvious pain from Claude’s claw. “Y -yes, I understand. It won’t happen again!” he wailed.

Silas continued without missing a beat. “However, in exchange for your life, Fangspire will also acquire the land you bought recently. I heard there’s a gold mine there. We will take it. Do you agree?”

Lucas’s face went pale, surprised Silas knew about the mine and for a heartbeat he hesitated. Claude pressed his nails harder into his neck, Lucas grunted and stammered, “Y-yes! I agree. It will be yours.”

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The moment he agreed, Claude chuckled, slid his claws back, and to my disgust stuck out his tongue, dragged it through the blood on his fingertips, then leaned away with hat slow, satisfied smile as he looked at Silas.

“A gold mine for his life? Seems like a reasonable trade.”

Lucas lost his footing and collapsed to the floor, clutching is bleeding neck with trembling hands, eyes closed, relieved he was still alive. My gaze flicked to Silas, he watched Lucas with the same empty look he always wore.

This had been his plan from the start.

I’d never intended to take that bastard’s life, he was still the only one who’d seen Verek’s face, which made him

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useful. My plan had been to scare him. Silas, however, had wanted the gold mine all along and had used the moment as leverage.

What a cunning man.

The corner of my mouth curved into an amused smirk. At that moment the study door opened and Verya stepped in with casual ease. Her eyes flicked to Lucas’s trembling form, a scoff escaped her as she glanced at my brothers and me and muttered under her breath,

“Devils.”

She ignored everyone, took her seat, crossed her arms, and said, “Let’s start the meeting on time. I have to return today to get more information on Verek. Let’s not waste time.”

I stared for a beat longer, then reached out for another ciga Pulling out the golden lighter, I flicked it open and lit the tip, and for once, I found myself agreeing with her.

We shouldn’t waste time. From the very beginning, that wolfless girl had been in my mind, and Dealen had been hungry to have her.

To play with her and since he’s been good lately, I would give him control.

Nyssa Kim

Author

Hey everyone, thank you for reading! I wanted to ask if the smut scenes are too much, and if you’d like me to reduce it. I would appreciate your response.

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