All Chapters of Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lilith povWe were in trouble. In serious trouble.Ever since I turned eighteen, I hadn’t gotten my wolf. Honestly, I hadn’t minded, hadn’t cared when people called me wolfless, worthless, a jinx. They were just words. In life, when you had more pressing matters, like your father dying in a war and your mother attempting to take her own life, the petty words of people who meant nothing to you barely mattered.So, I hadn’t once prayed to the Goddess to give me a wolf. My prayers had always been for my mother to wake up and for my father’s soul to rest in peace.Then I found out I had a wolf. Not just any wolf, the Goddess wolf, the first she had ever created. I was stunned. Shocked. This was the first time I had ever heard of someone without a wolf connecting with one. And then… I was happy.Because with a wolf, when Mother woke up, we wouldn’t be bullied so much. I would be able to protect her.It was all good. But, as I had always said and always would… I was never that lucky.Be

Lucien pov“W-what?”But she ignored them entirely. Before anyone could react, she rushed forward, sliding in front of me and Silas, and threw herself to the ground with a soft thud, arms spread wide, head lowered dramatically as she cried out.“Alphas! It was so scary! We maids couldn’t even protect ourselves. We were completely helpless against them. They—they…” She paused, straightened, and covered her face with one hand. “They also wanted to assault us! If the Alphas hadn’t arrived on time, we wouldn’t have just died, we would have lost our dignity too!”I couldn’t stop myself, a dry, humorless scoff escaped me. My gaze was cold, and though I didn’t react physically, I couldn’t deny that I was stunned. From what I had seen, it was actually the other way around.If we hadn’t arrived, the bastards would have been the ones to die. I had felt it, even if only for a second, the killing intent, not fueled by rage but by pleasure. The same kind of pleasure Claude felt whenever he torture

Dravena pov Lucien. Claude. Silas. I remembered that day clearly, the day the Goddess created them. I had watched from afar, perched on clouds, tail lazily flicking in boredom, eyes half-lidded, ready to drift off again… but I didn’t. Why? Because that day had been different. The Goddess had been different. She took her time shaping those three men, molded them into perfection, gifted them immense beauty, immense strength, immerse power, enough to rival anyone in the world. But most of all, she gave them a white wolf. Wolves only second to me. It was rare for the Goddess to bless someone with such a wolf, and when I asked her why she gave them that blessing, she only smiled— that knowing, mysterious smile and said I would understand when the time came. Now, I understood. She had been creating my mates—our mates. Fate was an amusing little thing, wasn’t it? Amusing yet cruel. The three Alpha triplets— Lucien, Silas, and Claude had strayed far from what I intended

Drevena pov Silence. Suffocating, thick silence—heavy enough to choke on. Everyone was frozen in shock. Dervic’s eyes were locked on me, wide and stunned, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to process the fact that I had just slapped him. As he stared, the ticking of the clock seemed louder now, faster, as though it was desperately counting down to something. He wasn’t the only one stunned. Lilith, who had been trembling moments ago, whispering that we were going to die, caught in the middle of a panic attack, now stood frozen. Her eyes shook as she stared. And as my grin stretched wider, my eyes glinting with a rush, my heart pounding with raw excitement, a low, amused chuckle slipped from my lips. My grip tightened around his chin, the sound blending with the relentless ticking of the clock. Hahaha. This was exciting. This was fun. My mate. I had just slapped one of my mates. I could still feel the dull sting in my palm, and I wanted more. I wanted to punish him, to

Dervic pov The most intoxicating kind of control is the one that turns rebellion into craving. *** There were things I had never believed possible, things that should have never been possible. For instance, I had never imagined I would be slapped. Not by anyone. Not even by our own brothers. Yet I had been slapped by an omega. A lowly one. One I had meant to toy with, to savor, to break slowly until her final breath gave out. However… that same girl had not only slapped me, not only bitten my lip, but had made me call her master, had made me follow her orders as though I were nothing more than a beast on a leash. But most of all… She had— She had made me kneel. I, Dervic. A white wolf. A man who made people tremble in fear. A man who tore through enemies, who could make heads fall in the blink of an eye—yet I… I had knelt for a woman. In that moment, two emotions surged through me. First—rage. Pure, unrestrained rage. Rage at the audacity of it, rage sharp enough to ma