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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 6

“The Alphas must never find out that you’re wolfless, Lilith. Under no circumstances. Wolfless women aren’t allowed to participate in the ritual because they can never have a mate and the whole point of the ritual is to help the Alpha triplets find theirs. If they realize they’ve been deceived, they might end your life. So be careful.”

Her words echoed loudly in my head as I dropped to my knees.

Two gold bars. That was what I was selling my body for.

A single gold bar was enough to buy a small house in the main city of the Fangspire Pack, where the wealthy lived, where I once lived. With two gold bars, I could live without ever having to worry about food or stability again.

I could get a place, open a small restaurant, and try to restart my life. But I couldn’t do that.

Because if I got those gold bars, I would be able to pay my mother’s hospital bills without worry, at least for a year. I might even be able to afford a skilled witch doctor who could cure her of the poison and save her life.

And that… that was the reason I was doing this.

That was why I had begged Thalia, the head attendant who had once been close to my father when he was alive, to secretly slip me into this ritual.

Now, all I had to do was sleep with these three men.

When they were done, they would mark me to see if I was their mate. If I was, the mark would remain but if I wasn’t, it would fade.

But I was wolfless. A girl who couldn’t have a mate.

So I was certain the mark would fade.

I just hoped they wouldn’t realize the truth before they—

My thoughts cut off as a hand suddenly grabbed my chin and tilted my head upward.

My eyes widened as I looked up, only to find an amused smirk tugging at Claude's lips as he stared down at me, towering above, his blonde locs slightly obscuring his eyes.

“What are you thinking about, she-wolf? Are you scared?" he asked, leaning in slightly.

My breath hitched as his thumb slowly grazed my bottom lip.

“Do you want to back out? Want to run away?”

Ragged breathing escaped me as I stared at him. The way he looked at me… the way he spoke… for some reason, it made me feel like he was the predator and I was the prey.

My body trembled with fear, but I fought to keep it from showing. Still, as he chuckled and slowly closed the distance between us until our lips were only inches apart, it was getting harder not to.

I knew he could smell the fear on me and the glint in his eyes made it painfully clear that he loved it.

“If you're scared, you still have a chance to back away now before we begin anything, Lilith,” came the deep voice from behind me—Silas.

I could feel his piercing gaze on my back.

“This is your only chance to walk out that door if you don’t want to do this, because once we start, there’s no stopping. Your body will belong to all three of us, and we’ll use it as we please… and how we please.”

His voice faded at the end, calm, almost emotionless despite the concern laced in his words.

“And we are anything but gentle. So the choice is yours.”

“When have we ever given them a choice to make?" a cold voice echoed, and my eyes instinctively flicked to Lucien.

He walked over to the bed and sat at the edge, his legs crossed, the slightly unbuttoned shirt revealing a hint of his bare chest as he took a casual sip of wine. His eyes, almost empty, flickered to me as he spoke.

“The moment they walk through that door, they’re ours, whether they like it or not. We simply fuck them to see if any of them are our mate… so why does she get to have a choice today?”

Despite asking, he didn’t look even slightly curious.

“I agree with Lucien,” Claude hummed, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze back to him. “Even if she isn’t our mate, I want to have her. For some reason, she smells really good… and Dervic keeps aching to have a taste.”

“Your wolf aches to taste everyone, Claude,” Silas said, sounding unimpressed.

“Well, that is true,” Claude chuckled.

My head felt like it was spinning as I listened to these men speak about me like I was an object, like I wasn’t even human. But I wasn’t a person to them right now. I was just the girl they were going to pay to spend the night with.

And honestly, I couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. These were the men the Moon Goddess herself had cursed for their carnal desires. To them, women were nothing but a means to an end.

Still… I couldn’t let them think I didn’t want this. I couldn’t afford for them to send me away. I needed the money.

So despite the fear rising in my chest, despite the fact that I was already breaking one of the rules: Do not try to strike up a conversation with them unless given permission—

I forced the words out, voice trembling.

“I want this, Alphas.”

The moment the words left my lips, their gazes sharpened, locking onto me. Claude slowly released my chin, and I lowered my head before continuing.

“I—I want this. I’m not scared. I want to participate in the ritual.”

A heavy silence settled over the room. I couldn’t see their expressions, but judging from the low, amused laugh that slipped from Claude, I could tell he was both entertained and excited. Sure enough, in the next second, I heard his voice, thick with anticipation.

“You heard her, brother. Can we start now? Because I’m dying to feel those lips wrapped tight around my cock—been craving that mouth since the second she walked in.”

As soon as Silas grunted as a response, before I could react, Claude hand shot out and grabbed mine, catching me off guard.

I stared in shock as my fingers met his sculpted chest, a surprised gasp escaping me as my heart rate quickened. He held my hand there, making me feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

And to my surprise, I felt it slowly quicken. And for a brief moment, it felt like the whole world had blurred, and all I could hear was the steady thumping of his heartbeat.

“Do you feel it, she-wolf?” Claude asked, a grin stretching across his lips. “You’re the first one who’s made me feel this excited—for some reason.” He hummed, then slowly began trailing my hand downward, from his chest to his rock-hard abs.

As my fingers brushed the lines, I felt my core tighten and a shiver crawled down my spine. I held his gaze, unable to look away, as he guided my hand past his v-lines, stopping at the hard bulge pressing against his trousers.

With slow, deliberate movements, he made me stroke it.

“You make me really excited, she-wolf,” he hissed the last words with a low groan. “So be a good girl, don’t be scared and take it inside your mouth.”

At this point, as I stared at the man in front of me, I wasn’t sure what was happening to my body. But one thing I knew for certain, I felt hot, like my entire body was on fire. Most of all, my panties felt soaked, just from his words alone.

What was happening to me?

I just wanted this to be over and nothing had even begun yet, I was already soaked?

“What are you waiting for, Lilith?”

I stiffened as the low, sultry voice sounded in my ear from behind, and before I could react, Silas’s hand slid to my neck, wrapping gently around it. Not too tight, but firm enough to make me gasp as he murmured in my ear,

“Pull down his pants, open your mouth, and suck. Let me watch how good you are at taking my brother.”

My eyes widened at how direct his words were, and my gaze instinctively flickered to Lucien. He sat silently, watching from the bed without a word. But then I remembered the attendants’ instructions:

Be submissive. Please the Alphas.

That was my role here and I had no choice but to obey.

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