128|Can you ride my face

Happy new year, everyone!

Lilith pov

If someone had told me that just when I thought I was about to meet my end, it wouldn’t happen but instead, a big dog—no, a wolf, who just so happened to be the terrifying Dervic, the same one who had been intent on killing me last night, would now be on top of me, tongue out, tail wagging, wearing a wide, almost adorable grin as he licked my cheek, saying those words…

“Master, I woke up an hour earlier but didn’t wake you. I let you rest. Did I do well? Am I a good boy? Can you give me head pats?”

I would have laughed in their face.

Silence.

Yes.

That was what followed—thick, tense silence.

I was certain even Lora and Theila couldn’t utter a single word. They were frozen in place, eyes wide, staring at the scene before them as if their minds had completely short-circuited.

And honestly—who could blame them?

Because the same man who had once said—

“I will kill you. But first, I’ll make you suffer. I’ll make you wish for death. And when you’re finally broken, your heart will be in my hand.”

Was now asking for head pats.

Calling me— a servant, master.

In front of everyone.

Like this was perfectly normal behavior.

At that moment, only one thought crossed my mind.

Dravena was truly terrifying.

Turning one of the scariest wolves in the world into a puppy overnight was far more frightening than when she’d slaughtered those rogues earlier.

 This… this was on another level.

And suddenly, the perfect word to describe her surfaced in my mind.

Devil.

Yes. She was a devil.

For a brief moment, I caught the slow curl of her lips, her gaze sparkling as if she’d heard my thoughts—amused, entertained, as though I hadn’t even begun to see the depths of her madness yet.

But before I could process that unsettling realization, Dervic, who was still on top of me leaned closer. So close that only inches separated us.

I snapped out of my daze, blinking rapidly as shock dragged my attention back to him. I braced myself, certain he was about to lick my cheek again.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he rubbed his snout against my face, slow and deliberate, pressing his cheek to mine.

My heart skipped, then started pounding wildly against my chest.

His white fur was impossibly soft, like rubbing against a pillow, and before I could even begin to understand what was happening, his voice slid through the mindlink again.

This time… he was pouting.

“Master,” he whined softly, “you’re not answering me. Are you not going to give me pats? Did I do something wrong? Hm?”

He paused.

“Wasn’t I a good boy?”

He pulled back just enough for me to see his face, and a shiver raced straight down my spine.

Goddess help me, he was actually pouting.

Ears lowered.

Eyes slightly furrowed.

Mouth turned down in the most adorable way possible.

And despite how disrespectful it was for me to think this but he looked less like a terrifying Alpha and more like an oversized, fluffy dog begging for affection.

The urge hit me instantly, to reach out, rub his head, scratch behind his ears, give him belly rubs, anything to make him happy but then I felt it.

That aura around him.

Heavy. Thick. Dangerous.

I swallowed hard.

He wasn’t a dog.

He was Alpha Dervic.

And there was absolutely no way, I was giving him head pats.

When I still didn’t move or say anything, mostly because I was still in shock, his pout deepened. His eyes flashed brighter, his aura surging outward as a low growl slipped from his chest.

But not the ‘I will kill you’ kind.

No.

It was very clearly the ‘Give me pats right now’ kind.

And before I could even react, he suddenly snapped his head toward Theila and Lora.

They were still standing there in stunned disbelief, eyes wide, bodies stiff, jaws practically on the floor. But the moment Dervic’s gaze locked onto them, a crushing killing intent exploded from him.

They snapped out of it instantly.

Eyes widening.

Breaths hitching.

“You two…”

His voice boomed through the mindlink, making the entire room tremble. Even I sucked in a sharp breath as the walls seemed to shake.

“You two are the reason why Master isn’t giving me head pats!”

He lifted a massive paw and pointed straight at them in accusation.

“It’s because you woke her up! How dare you!” he snarled. “I will kill you. I will rip out your hearts but first, I will make you suffer, make you beg for your worthless lives through pathetic tears! I will end you!”

He roared so loudly the room shook again, my heart dropping straight to my stomach.

Oh. My. Goddess.

Thud!

Both Theila and Lora dropped to their knees instantly, faces drained of all color as they pressed their foreheads to the ground, trembling violently.

“F-forgive us, Alpha Dervic!”

“Please forgive us!”

Their pleas sent a jolt of fear through me.

This was my fault.

They were in trouble because of me.

My mind scrambled, panic flooding my chest. I had to say something, anything to stop him.

So I tried.

“A-Alpha Dervic, I—”

My voice barely made it past a whisper before he cut me off.

“Forgive you?” He scoffed, eyes blazing. “You don’t deserve forgiveness. Not after what you did.”

He leaned closer, fury rolling off him.

“Not after you denied me my head pats!”

He practically yelled it.

And that was when I heard it.

Dravena, laughing in my head so hard she sounded like she’d fallen off her throne.

“This is hilarious,” she cackled. “He really wants head pats. Oh, Lilith, just give the poor wolf a pat before he actually kills your friends.”

She wasn't joking.

Because judging by the murderous glare Dervic was throwing at Theila and Lora, something told me he was absolutely serious.

“Now,” Dervic hissed, his aura surging forth, ready to burst and crush both Theila and Lora where they knelt. “Prepare to die—”

Before he could finish, my shaky hand moved.

Yes.

I actually lifted my hand.

And placed it on Dervic’s head.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Instantly, he froze.

Instantly, the entire room froze.

The air thickened, as if all sound and oxygen had been ripped away at once.

 Even Dravena stopped laughing.

I could feel every single gaze snap toward me. My hand trembled violently, my chest tight  but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

I bit down on my bottom lip and did exactly what he wanted, my voice cracking as my fingers sank into his fur, rubbing the head of the big, terrifying wolf.

“G-good boy,” I whispered, my hand moving slowly. “Y-you did good… r-really good. So good that you deserve pats, Alpha Dervic…”

My voice faded, but my hand kept moving. I still didn’t open my eyes. I was genuinely afraid I’d see my death the moment I did.

“So… p-please don’t get angry,” I pleaded softly. “P-please forgive them.”

The moment I finished speaking, another suffocating silence fell over the room.

Shock.

Disbelief.

Fear.

I swallowed hard as the silence stretched, already certain this was it. That I would die.

Why?

Because I had just petted Alpha Dervic like a dog.

But then, of course, Dravena broke the silence.

“Pfft—”

She burst out laughing again, the sound slicing through the tension as she tapped her leg in amusement.

“Hahaha! Hilarious, absolutely hilarious!”

For a brief moment, anger surged through me.

This was all her fault and yet she was laughing like this was the best entertainment she’d had in centuries.

But before I could even say anything, something happened.

Something that stunned everyone even further.

Dervic… moaned.

“Of course, master! I won’t kill them,” he purred.

My eyes snapped open just in time to see him spring right back toward me, his face inches from mine, a wide, almost radiant smile on his lips, his tail wagging so hard it was practically a blur. My hand froze against his fur as my breath hitched.

“I won’t kill anyone if you don’t want me to, master,” he continued through the mindlink. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”

My eyes widened, and beside us, Theila and Lora gasped sharply, clearly having heard him, clearly remembering how, just moments ago, he’d been ready to tear them apart.

“N-no way…” Theila whispered, her voice shaking. “No one has ever made Alpha Dervic change his mind before.”

I stared at the wolf in front of me, my thoughts scrambling.

Wait—what?

He agreed just like that?

What was even happening anymore?

Dervic kept smiling at me, his gaze expectant, something dangerously close to dazed obsession glowing in his eyes, like he was waiting for approval… for praise.

Terrified he might turn on Theila and Lora again if I stopped, I awkwardly resumed rubbing his head.

“… good boy,” I said shakily. “T-thank you for listening.”

I kept it short, unsure what else to say. I wasn’t Dravena. I had no idea how to handle someone like Dervic, yet, somehow, he clearly liked it.

He purred at the contact, leaning further into my hand, and then spoke again through the mindlink.

But this time, his words stunned the room even more than before.

“Thank you, master! Thank you!”

He leaned closer to my face eagerly and added out loud, far too shameless,

“Since I’ve been so good… can you ride my face again?”

“…”

The room might as well have exploded.

Because—what?!

I could hear both Theila and Lora gasp sharply, and my eyes and mouth widened at the same time as I stared at him, my brain completely short-circuiting as I tried to process his words.

But he… he just kept wagging his tail happily, eyes bright, expression hopeful, like he hadn’t just said those words. 

Instead, he was waiting. For my answer.

A second passed.

A second of pure, utter shock.

I realized I couldn’t even speak.

And just as Dervic opened his mouth, clearly about to say something even worse—

Smack!

A loud, sharp sound echoed through the room as his head suddenly jerked forward.

I gasped, my heart plummeting straight to my stomach.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

For one horrifying second, I thought Theila or Lora had actually lost their minds and hit Dervic. And if that was the case.

They were dead. Absolutely dead.

I watched as Dervic’s happy expression vanished instantly, the air turning lethal in the blink of an eye. His eyes glowed, his aura burst outward, and a deep, violent growl rumbled from his chest as he spun around.

But then…

He froze.

The growl died in his throat.

And I understood why.

As he moved, the view behind him cleared.

A shaky breath slipped out of me as my eyes landed on them.

Two towering men stood there, hands tucked casually into their pockets, frowns etched deep into their faces, eyes sharp, dangerous, locked on Dervic.

The fury was clear.

Lucien and Silas looked like they were about to kill their brother.