Semua Bab Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+): Bab 161 - Bab 170

Lucien povSomething was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.I stumbled into the room, shrugging off my suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor. My hand shot for my tie, but everything around me blurred, time itself seeming to slow. The air pressed down, suffocating. I couldn’t breathe.A low grunt escaped me as my legs betrayed me, too weak to hold my weight. I pressed my back against the wall, hands clutching my head as pain ripped through me. My eyes flickered, red to white and back again, ears ringing with a deafening roar. I fought to hold myself together, to keep control of him—Daelan, my wolf.“What the fuck are you doing?! Stand back!” I thundered through mindlink, my voice shaking the room, trying to assert control. But it was useless.He wasn’t listening. He wasn’t even seeing me.Eyes glowing blood-red, the man who looked exactly like me shifted, morphing into a white wolf, snarling within me. One word tore from him“Kill. Kill. Kill.”He whispered like a lunatic, as he unle

Lilith pov My breath hitched at her words. Either I die… or he dies. I drew in a shaky breath, my fingers trembling slightly at my sides. But before I could even process it, Lucien moved again. His body blurred forward, eyes blazing red as he lunged at me once more, a feral snarl ripping from his throat. “Die!” The word echoed through the room. My heart pounded wildly, but even as fear gripped me, I knew deep down… That it was impossible. I couldn’t kill Lucien. Even if I had the strength to do it… I wouldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to. I shook my head, about to tell Drevana that there had to be another way, but before I could even get a word out— Thud! A piercing pain exploded through me in violent waves, making everything go cold. My eyes widened, breath caught, and before I could even process it, the force of his kick sent me flying. I crashed hard against the wall, the impact so brutal that my head struck first, darkness pooling at the edges of my vision. Warm blood

Drevana pov"Drevana, if you had the chance to go to Earth and bond with a human, and the lives of your human and your mates were at stake… what would you choose? The lives of your mates, or the lives of your human?”That was the question the Moon Goddess had asked me, the day before she had sent me to earth, her lips had curled into that knowing smile as she watched meI was in my wolf form then, eyes closed, drifting lazily through the clouds. That had been the day she created Lilith from dust. Back then, I hadn’t realized she was my human. I hadn’t realized the goddess plan to send me to Earth to experience what it was like to have emotions, because to her, I had been utterly indifferent to everything.I had watched so many meet their end. At first, it stirred curiosity, then numbness, and eventually… boredom. Life and death were cycles meant for everyone—everyone but the Goddess herself. Even I, the first Goddess Wolf, knew I wasn’t truly immortal. I would meet my end one day, no

Lilith povI couldn’t cry.I desperately wanted to cry, but I couldn’t.I once read in a book that when tragedy truly hits someone, the first emotion they process is shock. Then disbelief. Then hope that it isn’t true, that it’s just a dream. And finally, the brutal realization that it is real… and that you have no choice but to face it.I guess I belonged to that category after all.When I first heard about my father’s death on the battlefield, I didn’t cry. I didn’t react. I kept telling myself it was just a nightmare.But it was only when I saw my mother’s unconscious body… with a bottle of wolfsbane lying beside her… that I had no choice but to accept the truth.So maybe that was why…Why, as Samuel uttered those words, I fell into a daze.I didn’t see anyone.I didn’t feel anyone.Not even when Silas, Lucien, and Claude looked at me with shock and hurt in their eyes.Not even when Theila cried as she dressed me, her hands shaking.Not even when we drove to the hospital.And not

Lilith povEmptiness.That was all I felt.No sorrow at the fact that my mother was gone. No closure that I had been able to see her before she died. No relief that she was finally at peace with my father once again.I just felt nothing.Not even the ache in my chest.Just… emptiness.It had been two days since my mother died. Two days since we buried her. Two days since I last shed those tears.And during those two days, I hadn’t left my room. I hadn’t done anything. I hadn’t spoken to anyone. I hadn’t eaten.I had locked myself inside, curled up on my bed, and simply stared at nothing, lost in my thoughts.I thought about everything I had been through.My father’s death.Then my mother’s suicide attempt, and all the desperate things I had done to try and save her, only for her to die in the end anyway.But most of all…I thought about what I was going to do now.Why I was still living.Still breathing.Still alive.Until two days ago, I had been using my mother as an excuse to keep