Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+) Novel Cover

Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+)

8.7 / 10.0
Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+) Chapter 1

What was the ultimate form of betrayal?

Simple. It was when the person you loved and trusted the most… was the very one hurting you.

Right now, I was living it and that betrayal came from the man I loved.

My boyfriend of four years wanted to reject me—for a woman he had just met. Yesterday.

I stood there, frozen in a daze, listening to him speak. I heard the words, but they didn’t seem to register.

Because none of it made sense. I couldn’t understand what he was saying… or maybe I just didn’t want to.

“Lilith, you need to understand,” he said, his voice steady—like this wasn’t shattering me. “I know I promised to mark you as my mate when we get married, but that was before I met Seraphina yesterday. She’s my real mate, and I can’t ignore the bond between us. I can’t reject her. So… I’m really sorry, but I have to break up with you.”

Before I could stop myself, a single tear slipped down my cheek. I took a sharp, ragged breath—my chest tightening like I was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe.

Kael had found his mate.

And she was right there, in his arms, as he broke up with me.

The day I’d always feared had finally come—the day I would be cast aside and abandoned by the man I loved.

But the saddest part? I knew this day would come sooner or later.

Still, I deluded myself. I told myself to trust him, to trust his words and believe in him, even knowing how powerful the mate bond was.

However, he had promised that even if he found his mate, he would still love me. That he wouldn’t leave me.

But it hadn’t even taken a day for him to break that promise, to destroy everything we’d built over four years.

It was almost amusing.

My nails dug into my skin as I forced myself not to cry. I lifted my head, my eyes flickering to the beautiful red-haired woman in his arms. Her gaze was fixed on me with a pitiful expression—like she was looking down at a wounded dog.

But the slight tilt of her lips told me everything. She was enjoying this, watching me fall apart.

Before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to her neck—where his bite mark sat.

And in that moment, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.

He had already spent the night with her and marked her as his mate.

“Lilith…” Kael called out, taking a step toward me, his hands reaching for mine, his eyes filled with guilt but also, resolution.

“I know you’re hurt right now, but you know rejecting my mate would affect my wolf, and I can’t—”

“I don’t care about the mate bond, my love,” I cut him off with a bitter chuckle, repeating the words he had always told me. More tears fell no matter how hard I tried to hold them back.

“I don’t care if the mate bond affects me. The love we have is more than some mystical bond. I would never leave you. I want us to be together… to grow old together and have little pups who look like us!”

My voice rose with each word, every memory clawing at my chest, and I saw his eyes widen.

“So don’t worry. Don’t think about it,” I whispered now, my voice trembling as sobs began to break through. “I would never betray you…”

“Lilith…” he whispered, but I yanked my hands out of his grip.

Those hands I had once loved now burned me. Now, they disgusted me.

“Yet all it took was one night to throw away everything you said to me for four years, Kael!” I roared, raising my fist and hitting his chest.

“Four fucking years and you forgot every word you ever said to me just to sleep with someone else and mark her?!”

With each word I spat, my fists kept slamming into his chest, but he didn’t speak—didn’t argue.

His gaze only lowered in guilt as he let me hit him, over and over again.

“Why, Kael… Why did you have to reassure me every time? Why did you make me trust you when you were going to betray me anyway? Why? Why?!”

I shoved him back, falling to the ground as I broke into harder sobs, the tears blurring everything around me.

Why did he do this to me?

After the death of my father… after what happened to my mother…

He had been the only person truly there for me.

And now?

Now I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him.

That was the worst part.

I wasn’t even mad at him.

I was just… hurt.

“Please don’t be upset, Lilith,” a high-pitched female voice chimed in, followed by the click of heels approaching me.

“I know you have every right to be, but this really isn’t Kael’s fault, you know? You understand how strong the mate bond is, right? When Kael and I met, we couldn’t control it—we just had to mate. It wasn’t something we could stop.”

She paused, then added sweetly,

“But I guess it’s something you wouldn’t really understand… since you’re wolfless.”

I lifted my head and glared at her through the tears, my hands tightening into fists.

I knew who she was. Her name was Seraphina. She was once my friend before my life came crashing down that day. Before my father, who was the former Beta to the late Alpha, died.

My father was the late Beta of Fangspire Pack, but after he and the Alpha went to war against the rogues three years ago, they never came back the same.

No—they didn’t return alive.

They returned as corpses instead.

And as if that loss wasn’t enough, my mother tried to take her own life that same day using wolfsbane, a poison deadly to werewolves.

She didn’t die that day, but she’s been in a coma ever since, her life hanging by a thread, with none of the hospitals able to help. Since then, I’ve spent all of our family’s fortune on witch doctors, hoping that one of them could cure her.

With no money left and no one willing to help, Kael stepped in. He helped us because our families had always been close when my father was alive, and Kael and I were dating.

Everything that happened that day—the deaths, the coma, the heartbreak is the reason I became wolfless.

Because that day was my eighteenth birthday.

The day my wolf was supposed to awaken.

And according to one of the witch doctor I saw… the grief shattered my connection to her.

I never heard her voice. I never shifted. She never came.

“You know, it’s actually funny how you thought you could be with my mate,” Seraphina scoffed, her tone laced with mockery. “Even when he’s the Beta of the most powerful pack… and you’re wolfless. I guess it’s your fault for being delusional after all.”

I watched Kael reach for her hand, shaking his head slightly, as if trying to stop her.

Yes. Kael was the current Beta to the three Alpha triplets of Fangspire Pack.

After the death of the previous Alpha and Beta, the Alpha’s three sons had taken over, and since my father had no son, the Beta position passed to Kael’s family.

“What? Why are you still trying to be nice to her, Kael?” Seraphina snapped, glaring at him. “Didn’t you say you never loved her? That you only pitied her? I don’t like feeling like I’m the other woman when I’m clearly your mate.”

Kael looked flustered, glancing at me before quickly looking away, as though he couldn’t meet my eyes.

A bitter scoff slipped from my lips, and I bit my bottom one so hard I tasted blood.

“Seraphina, stop—” Kael called her name, but she scoffed and folded her arms.

“I don’t care anymore. I’m not listening to you. You promised to cut ties with her, and you're going to start by not paying for her mother’s hospital bills anymore.”

The world seemed to stop around me as my eyes snapped toward Kael in shock.

Even with everything happening… he couldn’t do that.

Kael could break up with me.

He could betray me.

But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t stop paying for my mother’s hospital bills.

Because even if the hospital couldn’t cure her, it was the only reason she was still breathing.

And if he stopped… then my mother would truly die.

Kael stared at Seraphina in disbelief before frowning.

“Seraphina, I can’t do that to Aunt. If I do, Lilith won’t be able to pay, and she won’t survive,” he said and for the first time today, a relieved breath escaped me.

For a moment, I saw the man I had fallen in love with.

The man who had sworn to protect me.

But that relief was short-lived.

Seraphina glared at Kael and scoffed.

“All right then, fine. If you won’t do it, then let’s reject each other. And the rejection will kill the child I’m carrying!”

I froze.

Her words hit like a slap and it seemed I wasn’t the only one stunned, because Kael’s eyes widened, and he took a step back.

“D-Did you just say… child?” he stammered.

I turned to Seraphina’s smug face, the words leaving my mouth in a daze.

“I-If you’re pregnant then…”

But as though she already knew what I was going to say, she raised her chin and smirked.

“Yes, Lilith. Yesterday wasn’t the first time we met and realized we were mates. We’ve known each other for a month but Kael didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want to hurt you. But I am pregnant with his child. So… what can we do about it?”

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut, refusing to believe it.

“You’re lying… You’re lying…” I whispered breathlessly.

Then I turned to Kael, praying he would deny it. That he would tell me it wasn’t true.

But Kael didn’t meet my eyes.

He lowered his head—guilt and shame etched across his face.

A quiet gasp escaped me as I stared at him in disbelief.

It wasn't a lie.

Kael had truly betrayed me in the worst possible way

Continue Reading

Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+) of Contents

You may also like

New Release Novels

A Fake Marriage With The Real Tycoon Novel Cover
7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library. But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor. "It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting." He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case." To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend. That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery. When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused. "Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you." For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes. He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game. The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold. When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract. She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent. This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
After Buying My Ex, I Learned His Dark Secret Novel Cover
8.0
The Pierre Hotel smelled like gardenias and old money. I stood just inside the ballroom entrance and let the scene wash over me. Crystal chandeliers threw soft light across a hundred faces I didn't recognize and a dozen I did. Women in gowns that cost more than cars. Men in tuxedos that fit like they were born wearing them. Waiters gliding between clusters of conversation with trays of champagne so pale it looked like liquid gold. Six years ago, I would have been one of those waiters. I took a glass from a passing tray and didn't drink it. My steel-gray gown was custom Valentino, fitted so precisely it felt like armor. It cost more than my entire first-year scholarship at Columbia.
After My Ex Called Me His Property, My Husband Struck Back Novel Cover
8.1
The champagne in my glass was vintage Dom Pérignon, crisp and biting against my tongue, but the air in the ballroom tasted stale. It was the specific staleness of old money and desperate ambition mixing under the heat of a thousand crystal chandeliers. The Starlight Charity Gala was in full swing, a sea of black tuxedos and designer gowns swirling through the cavernous hall of the Pierre Hotel. I stood near the periphery, away from the frenetic energy of the dance floor. My fingers idly traced the rim of the flute. I wasn't hiding, exactly. I was observing. Three years ago, crowds like this would have made my heart hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird. Now, I just felt a quiet, observant calm. I adjusted the silk of my gown—a deep midnight blue that Adrian had selected because he said it matched the quiet storm in my eyes.
Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith  Novel Cover
8.6
Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it. Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again. Then Damian Blackwood steps in. Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes. His offer is simple, his tone is not: Marry me. A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions. But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share. Not his power. Not his control. And definitely not what he considers his. What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy." It's not part of the contract. And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance. Because Damian doesn't believe in love... But he believes in possession. And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go. As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract. She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too. When the contract ends, one question remains: Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact... or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?
Divorced and Remarried:Desired by Two Billionaires  Novel Cover
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart. Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared. Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed. She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company. The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man. Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance. But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow. Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both? Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
Just like the evening breeze leaves no trace Novel Cover
9.7
Chapter 1 It was their seventh wedding anniversary. Carolyn found the divorce agreement in Roger’s nightstand. The pages were covered in scribbles and corrections, as if he’d agonized over them for years. *"If, during the marriage, I fall in love with another person, I voluntarily relinquish all assets and leave with nothing. Asset details as follows…"* His first impulse had been to walk away empty-handed. But the asset section told a different story—a mess of revisions. First, he’d crossed out the property he intended to give her. Then, the fifty million earmarked for her was scratched out and replaced with five hundred thousand. Finally, as if in penance, he had written a single line. *"Better to have Carolyn leave with nothing. No choice, Catherine is pregnant."* … Carolyn sank onto the bed, disbelief washing over her. On the agreement, Roger’s signature was clean and decisive, without a hint of hesitation. And the document had been drafted seven years ago—the very year they married. That year, Roger had been willing to give up everything for her. Yet every year after, he had crossed out another piece of their shared life. Now, seven years later, the one leaving with nothing would be her. Her phone buzzed abruptly. A message from Roger. *"Urgent business. Won't be back."* She called, only to find his phone already switched off. Another notification flashed—a screenshot from a friend. Catherine, the student she sponsored, had posted on social media. *"Wow, got praised! To commemorate my first period without a leak, the big boss said we should celebrate properly!"* In a nine-photo collage, Roger gazed at her, eyes crinkling with affection as he fastened a dazzling gemstone necklace around her neck. The post was tagged at a couples-themed hotel. Carolyn’s breath caught. He couldn’t remember seven years of marriage, of weathering storms together—but he could find the energy to celebrate Catherine’s… leak-free period. And that pendant… she’d seen it at an auction just last week. It was her mother’s lost heirloom. She’d been ready to bid when her bank card was frozen. She’d asked Roger why. A long time later, he finally texted back, telling her not to waste money on such impractical things. Clutching her bidding paddle, she’d sat helplessly in the auction hall. In the end, she resolved to sell one of her own designs to raise the funds. But someone on the phone swooped in with an unbeatable offer and took it. For weeks afterward, Carolyn hated herself—hated that she couldn’t protect her mother’s last keepsake. She never imagined the one who snatched it away was Roger. He knew exactly how much that pendant meant to her. Yet he gave it to Catherine. Even on their seventh anniversary, Roger had lied about being busy with work, while wining and dining the girl she’d sponsored. The anniversary gift he left her was a divorce agreement demanding she leave with nothing. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of infidelity. And Carolyn had known nothing. She’d even introduced the other woman to him herself. Catherine was the impoverished student Carolyn sponsored. The first time Catherine came to their home to give thanks, Roger found her intrusive and disliked her on sight. *"That girl has no manners. Tracked mud all over my cashmere rug."* *"If her grades aren’t up to par, cut the sponsorship."* Back then, Carolyn had teased him, saying not to be jealous—it was good the girl had a grateful heart. She never once suspected Roger and Catherine. For seven years, everyone in their circle believed Roger never played around. That he loved only Carolyn. But by their next meeting, Catherine had become Roger’s personal assistant. Roger explained, *"The girl’s had it tough. You’ve sponsored her for years. Giving her a job is just helping you out."* Carolyn had laughed it off. Now, hands trembling, she opened Catherine’s social media feed. Catherine had always hidden her posts from Carolyn. Now, she seemed desperate to flaunt everything. While Carolyn drank until her stomach bled to secure a deal for Roger, Catherine was using Roger’s card to buy her first Louis Vuitton. While Carolyn changed bedpans for Roger’s bedridden grandmother, Roger was taking Catherine to a perfume atelier for a blending class—calling it a business trip. Catherine had even complained online. *"Your wife is such a pampered princess. Can't handle the tiniest thing without you running back. Can she not live without a man?"* And Roger had replied beneath it. *"If she were half as independent as you, I’d have an easier life."* But that day… Carolyn’s mother had lost her battle with cancer. She’d cried until her heart felt shredded, scrambling to handle the arrangements. All the while, Roger kept checking his phone impatiently, eager to leave. Not for work, she realized now—but because he was desperate to get back to Catherine.
Chapters
Read now
Share