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

Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+)

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.
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Chapter 3

As I walked into the street, the rain soaked me from head to toe, and the cold air wrapped around me, making me shiver but I felt nothing.

No pain. No hurt. Just emptiness, as I wandered aimlessly with no destination in mind.

What was I supposed to do now?

I worked as a waitress at a restaurant, and that was only because my boss had been kind enough to hire me when no one else would.

After everything that happened, everyone seemed to believe I was a curse. No one wanted to hire me. They thought I’d jinx their businesses.

And it didn’t help that I was wolfless… or that my mother had poisoned herself with wolfsbane—something every werewolf despised. They saw it as a sin, an unforgivable shame and because she drank it, my family’s reputation was ruined.

Now I needed money to save her, and I couldn’t ask my boss for another advance. I had already asked last month, and even if I did again… it wouldn’t be enough. So…

“What should I do? What should I do? I’m tired… I’m so sick of everything. I just want to die,” I whispered under my breath, tears streaming down my cheeks, blending with the rain.

It truly felt like I had been abandoned—abandoned by my father who died and left me all alone, abandoned by my mother who chose to poison herself, abandoned by the one man I trusted who left me for his mate, abandoned by the world... and worst of all, abandoned by the goddess.

“Goddess…” I stopped walking and stared up at the sky, tapping my chest with a trembling hand. “Why am I alive? If this is the life you gave me, then why did you bring me into this world at all? Why am I alive if I can’t even be happy? Why? What did I ever do wrong?.

My voice cracked as it rose in frustration.

“Why are you letting me live like this? Why did you let him die?! Why are you so cruel? You couldn’t even protect him. You took the one person my mother loved most. And now, even though I know she wants to be with him on the other side, I can’t let her go. I know I’m selfish… I know I couldn’t even fulfill her dying wish.”

I muttered under my breath, my voice a whisper as I remembered the last words my mother said to me before she lost consciousness that day.

“I’m sorry, my child. I know this is wrong… but I can’t live without your father. Please don’t make me live without him. I want to see him again. Please forgive me, my daughter. Don’t cry for me.”

My fists clenched as I looked up at the storming sky. “But why are you just sitting there—doing nothing, no matter how much I cry out to you?! Why are you so cruel?!”

Thunder rumbled above me at my words, but I didn’t stop.

I didn’t care if I was committing a sin, speaking this way to the mother of all werewolves.

I just wanted to let it all out.

To blame someone for everything I’d lost.

“If this is the life you want me to live…” I whispered, breathless, my gaze dropping to the ground as I hissed out the final words, “then I’d rather die.”

A deafening clap of thunder tore through the sky, louder this time, as if it could crack the earth itself.

And before I could take my next breath, time seemed to slow.

A flash of light burst before me.

I blinked, glancing up, just in time to see a car speeding straight toward me, its horn blaring wildly.

My breath caught in my throat. I froze, unable to move as the car closed in, ready to hit me at any second.

I should move. I knew I should. But my feet stayed rooted to the ground, completely frozen.

And as the car came closer, I slowly closed my eyes, a single tear slipping down my cheek.

This was it. The moment I would meet my end.

I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t even sad.

The only regret I had… was leaving my mother behind.

As I accepted my fate, I prayed, hoped that if I died, Kael would continue to look after her.

I know it was foolish. I know I shouldn’t trust him, not after everything. But still… I hoped.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” I whispered, bracing myself for the pain.

Except… it never came.

Even after counting five seconds in my head… nothing happened.

My eyes snapped open.

The car had stopped, right in front of me. Just an inch away.

A shaky breath tore from my chest as my knees buckled, and I dropped to the ground, gasping, my hand pressed tightly to my pounding heart.

The sound of the heavy rain was all I heard as I stared at the ground, struggling to catch my breath. But as I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened, I felt a hand touch my shoulder and heard a voice.

“Are you okay, miss?"

The soothing voice of a man reached my ears, and the moment I looked up and saw the figure standing in front of me, all the air seemed to leave my lungs.

I was staring into a pair of completely white eyes, eyes that seemed to pull me in.

The world stopped again.

“If you want to kill yourself, I suggest you don’t do it in the middle of the road and inconvenience other people,”

An annoyed voice snapped me out of my daze.

I looked past the man in front of me and saw another standing behind him, wearing a cold expression, his lips tugged into a slight frown as he looked down at me with the same haunting white eyes.

“Aw, brother. Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh for a woman?”

I tore my gaze from the second man and turned to the third person who had just spoken, his eyes were fixed on me. The corner of his lips pulled into an amused smirk.

“And she’s pretty too,” he added with a lazy grin. “Drenched, but still pretty.”

I swallowed hard as my body trembled—not from the cold, not from fear, but from the realization that I knew exactly who they were.

The Alpha triplets.

Silas, Lucien, and Claude.

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