Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid: Bound By Desire And Obsession

By Nyssa Kim

Content Warning: Mature dark romance with adult themes, including sexual content, power dynamics, violence, grief, and supernatural elements.

"Tell me," Lucien's voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Whose * made you tremble the most tonight?"

"Yours," I gasped, my voice ragged, shaking from the intensity. "Alpha, please—"

Silas's hands pressed firmly against me, his growl brushing my skin. "Liar. I felt her break for me."

Claude's fangs brushed my neck. "Then perhaps we should make her prove it. Bind her again… let her beg with that * mouth until we decide she's earned it."

I was trembling, overwhelmed, every nerve alight, and all I could do was whisper, "Yes… please. Don't stop."

Lilith was never meant to survive.

Wolfless. Fatherless. Abandoned by the boy who promised her forever. With nothing left but crushing debts, she enters the Rite—a brutal ritual where women offer themselves to the cursed Alphas for gold.

Three Alphas. Untouchable. Marked by the Moon Goddess's wrath. If they don't find their true mate before twenty-six, the beast inside them will consume everything.

Lilith was supposed to be just another offering.

But the moment they touched her, something shifted.

Now, they can't let her go.

Bound by obsession. Marked by desire. Hunted by fate. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. And a dangerous passion that might save them—or destroy them all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iSuperNovel
• Release date: Dec 13, 2025

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CHAPTER 73 Dangerous Men.

Lilith pov

My breath hitched.

My eyes went so wide they almost popped out of their sockets as my heart dropped straight to my stomach. I stared at the woman watching me with open, unrestrained lust gleaming in her eyes, she didn't even try to hide it.

Her gaze roamed over me with a mischievous glint, the corners of her lips curving into a slow smile.

And in that moment, only one thought flashed through my mind.

I was standing naked before an Alpha.

My body reacted faster than my brain.

Before I could even process it, I blinked, snapping out of my daze, spun around, and quickly grabbed the towel from the sink, wrapping it tightly around my body.

The moment I did, I could feel her amusement deepen.

Even without looking directly at her, I knew she was smiling. My face flushed bright red, and with my hands gripping the towel tightly, I tried not to let my nerves show as I quickly lowered my head in respect.

G-greetings to Alpha Verya, I breathed out, my voice shaky despite my effort to sound composed. This servant pays her respect to the Alpha.

My body trembled slightly, I wasn't sure if it was from the chill in the air or from her presence but part of me knew it was because of who she was. I'd heard of Verya's reputation… and that she liked women.

And worse, my mind flashed back to yesterday in the study.

She had wanted me.

What was she doing here?

Just as I was trying to wrap my head around it, she moved.

With my head still lowered, I could only see her legs as she stepped closer. My pulse quickened as she stopped right in front of me, just inches away.

You seem scared… she said softly, her tone calm yet teasing. Why is that? Do you think I'm a danger?

As Verya's words wrapped around me, I swallowed hard but quickly forced myself to respond, not wanting to be rude.

Verya was the Alpha of the third strongest pack, offending her would be a death sentence.

F-Forgive me, Alpha, I stammered, keeping my head bowed. I was just… taken by surprise by your sudden presence. I didn't mean to react that way. If I've offended you, please forgive me.

I barely finished before she let out a low chuckle, and my grip on the towel tightened even more. I froze when I felt her slender fingers reach out and brush my shoulder, the light touch sending goosebumps down my skin.

Then she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the command in it was unmistakable.

Lift your head, she-wolf.

My body went rigid, but I knew better than to disobey. Biting my bottom lip, I forced myself to ignore the chill crawling down my spine and slowly obeyed.

The moment I lifted my head, a shiver ran through me, she was standing just inches away, her face so close I could feel her breath against my skin.

She was taller than me, and I had to look up to meet her gaze. When I finally did, all the air seemed to leave my lungs.

She wasn't beautiful like Claude—no, handsome fit her better. Yet she wasn't masculine either. The best way to describe her was that she looked like a pretty man.

You don't have to be scared of me, Lilith, she said softly, snapping me out of my daze. I exhaled shakily as her fingers brushed a strand of hair from my shoulder, her movement slow and deliberate.

I don't bite… unless you want me to. And since you don't, I won't do anything to you.

Then, leaning in closer, her lips curved into a teasing grin.

Besides, she whispered, I don't think I'm the one you should be scared of.

My brows furrowed in confusion, but before I could react, she leaned back. Turning around, she started toward the door and with one finger lifted, she motioned for me to follow, her voice carrying smoothly through the air.

How could you be scared of me when you're in this situation?

I watched her retreating back, her words echoing in my head. The sway of her hips was slow—almost feline, every movement dripping with confidence.

For a moment, I just stood there, trying to make sense of what she had said before finally steadying myself and following her out of the bathroom.

My steps were slow, the towel clinging to my damp skin. When I entered the room, she was already sitting on the bed, legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on her thigh, her head slightly tilted as her gaze fixed on me with a faint smile.

I froze under her piercing stare and quickly looked away, but even then, she continued.

Do you know the danger you're in right now, Lilith? she asked.

I blinked in confusion, meeting her gaze.

I... don't know what you mean—

Before I could finish, she cut me off, her eyes narrowing slightly, though that teasing smile never left her lips.

The triplets… you're in some kind of deal with them, aren't you?

The moment those words left her mouth, my eyes widened in shock.

A contract, she continued, her tone low and deliberate, a knowing glint flickering in her eyes. One where they get to use your body… and in return, they give you something. Something involving your sick mother, isn't that right?

A shaky breath escaped me as I stared at her in disbelief. She knew about the contract?

But how? It didn't seem like the Alphas had told her…

How—

The word slipped out before I could stop myself, but I quickly bit my tongue, not wanting to finish the question.

But as if she already knew what I wanted to ask, her smile widened.

I have my ways of finding things out, she said smoothly. And besides, it was pretty obvious yesterday that they didn't want to let you go. What else would those bastards want from you other than your body? You're… different from the others. But most of all,

She leaned forward slightly. Why would the daughter of the once–respected Beta of this pack agree to something like that? So, I did a little digging last night and it turns out your mother's been poisoned with wolfsbane. And knowing how cunning those men are, I'd say they used that weakness against you.

My hands instinctively clenched into fists at her words, but I forced myself not to react. Slowly, I lowered my head and replied, my voice colder than I intended.

You are mistaken, Alpha Verya. I don't know what you're talking about—

Be careful.

She cut me off again, and before I could even react, she was already on her feet and standing right in front of me. I jerked my head up in surprise, my breath catching as I saw the change in her expression.

The teasing glint was gone, replaced by something far more serious.

I don't think you fully understand the situation you're in, she said quietly, her tone edged with warning. Those men… a low, humorless laugh slipped from her lips, they don't play fair. They're dangerous. Take this as a warning and get away while you still can.

I stared up at her as she towered over me, my body frozen, fear rooting me in place as I tried to process her words.

This woman… I barely knew her. We had only met two days ago, and we'd hardly even spoken. Yet here she was, saying the same thing Kael had always warned me about.

Stay away from the Alphas. If you see them, run.

That Theila had warned me about.

Lilith, those men are dangerous. You saw them nearly kill that woman downstairs, didn't you? That was nothing. They're capable of far worse. I've seen it, things that still haunt me. I don't want anything to happen to you.

Why was Verya telling me this?

I opened my mouth to ask, but before I could say a word, a knock came at the door, snapping my attention toward it.

Hey, Lilith? Can I come in? It's Lora, Miss Theila asked me to bring you downstairs.

Her bright voice rang through the door. The next moment, Verya chuckled softly. When I turned back to her, she ran a hand through her hair, then leaned in close, so close I could feel her breath brush my skin.

What we discussed stays a secret, okay? she murmured, her smile returning as her finger pressed lightly to her lips.

Before I could respond, she slipped something small into my palm.

If you ever need my help in the future, come to the Goldenstorm Pack. Show them this, and you'll be brought to me.

I looked down to see a small silver coin resting in my hand, its surface engraved with the crest of the Goldenstorm Pack.

As I stared at it, she smiled faintly, then stepped aside, moving toward the door. But before she could go any farther, the question slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

Why… I began softly, my brows furrowed in confusion. Why are you helping me, Alpha?

For a moment, she froze. She didn't answer right away. Then, a small smirk curved her lips.

You remind me of someone I once knew.

I blinked at her words, not fully understanding. But for the briefest moment, I caught a flicker of sadness in her eyes before she turned away.

When she opened the door, Lora, who had been standing just outside, immediately stiffened. Her smile vanished, her face flushing bright red as she stared at Verya in awe.

Verya lifted her hand in a lazy wave, that teasing smile returning.

Hey, gorgeous, she said with a wink.

Lora quickly lowered her head, stammering, A-Alpha Verya. This—this servant pays her respect.

Verya only chuckled and walked past her without another glance.

As I watched her leave, my gaze dropped back to the coin resting in my palm. I stared at it, lost in thought, hesitation flickering in my eyes. And then, I heard it.

Her voice.

That familiar chuckle echoed in my head, her tone low, amused.

Dangerous she purred with a dry laugh, her last words sending a chill down my spine.

Once I get stronger, Lilith… even our m*tes will be nothing before us.

Author's note: Hi everyone, the reason I wrote mates as mtes* is because Lilith can't hear the word and even if she does, she won't remember it because of the curse.

CHAPTER 74 Devils.

Lucien pov

Thud!

Please forgive me, Alpha Lucien. It was all a misunderstanding, I swear it was. Please—please forgive me!

I watched as the Alpha of Bloodthorn, the second strongest pack, a man my father's age, one who once wore his pride like a crown fell to his knees. His head pressed to the floor, his body trembling as he begged.

Begged for his life. For his pack. For everything he'd ever loved.

Lucas.

A greedy bastard.

I regarded him with cold, unflinching eyes, the smoke from my cigar curling lazily in the air as I brought it to my lips. My expression remained impassive—bored, even as I sat in my chair, my brothers by my sides.

Claude and Silas.

Each wearing different expressions.

Claude looked confused at the situation yet interested, amused as he stared down at Lucas, his feet propped on the desk, eyes glinting with mischief, lips curved into a lazy smirk.

Silas, on the other hand, already knew about the situation, about the call yesterday, and barely spared the scene a glance. With a book in hand, he read—calm, detached, like he always did.

The air in the study was heavy and thick with silence, broken only by the slow ticking of the clock on the wall, each tick sounding like a countdown.

Seconds dragged on.

But instead of answering, I brought the cigar back to my lips for a second time, inhaled deeply, then let the smoke curl and fade into the tense air.

When Lucas realized no one would speak, he lifted his head slightly, met my gaze with terror in his eyes and tried again, his voice cracking as he pleaded, tried to explain, tried to lie.

Alpha Lucien, please forgive me. I really wasn't the one who said those words yesterday, my beta said them by himself. I am innocent. I would never say something like that.

He spoke as his body broke out in sweat, gray hair clinging to his forehead. He looked up at me in desperation, but my expression didn't change.

I stared down at him with an unreadable gaze and began to drum my fingers slowly on the desk, a habit I used whenever I wanted to think, to strategize. Only today the thoughts were of how I would make him suffer.

My eyes lazily traced his trembling form. My head tilted as I blew out another plume of smoke, deciding I would take his fingers first.

Then his toes.

I'd give him five minutes to recover before starting again, next would be his ears, I would cut it off then I'd slash his chest with my claws, leave him barely alive, barely breathing, and when his cries finally rang loud enough, I would cut out his tongue.

The last thing would be his head. I would take it and hang it on the borders of the Bloodthorn pack when my brothers and I claimed it.

The corner of my mouth curled into a humorless smirk as my eyes settled on his neck. Lucas shivered, opening his mouth to speak, but Claude beat him to it, an excited glint in his own eyes as they flicked to me.

Brother, can you tell me what's going on? What did the old man do and— His gaze dropped to the desk and his smirk widened when he saw the open box. Why is there a tongue in a box? Who does it belong to?

He asked, and I didn't even bother to spare him a glance. Last night, when I was about to explain that we would be claiming Lucas's pack, he'd made the usual excuse, said he was tired, wanted to sleep and ran off to his room.

The next second Silas, who hadn't lifted his eyes from his book, spoke in a low, emotionless tone.

Lucas offended Lucien yesterday by bringing up Father, how he still carries the trauma of watching Verek rip Father's head from his body and he said he would help fight Verek, but he wants the land we bought, and he hopes we would reconsider making his daughter the Luna of Fangspire. And the tongue in the box…

Silas flicked his cold gaze to Lucas, who quickly looked away in fear.

It belongs to his beta. Tomorrow, Lucien will kill Lucas and we will take control of his pack.

As soon as he said that, his eyes returned to his book and he continued reading, flipping pages without another word.

Silence fell over the room. For the briefest moment I felt it, a surge in the air, a killing intent from Claude directed straight at Lucas.

He gasped, staring at Claude with a terrified expression. After a beat, Claude's lips slowly curved into a smile and, under his breath, he murmured,

I see.

Lucas lowered his head and cried, Please forgive me, Alphas! I swear to the goddess it wasn't me who said those things, it was my beta and—

But he never finished.

Claude moved, so fast he was barely even a blur. One second he was leaning back in his chair, the next he'd materialised behind Lucas, hoisted him up and leaned into his shoulder with a sick smile as his nails lengthened into sharp claws, one pressing to Lucas's throat, digging just enough to draw a thin bead of blood.

Lucas gasped, eyes widening, his body going rigid with fear.

From his face it was clear he hadn't even noticed how Claude had moved, only that if Claude sank that claw deeper, he'd die right there.

A–Alpha Claude— Lucas stammered, but Claude cut him off, never taking his eyes from me, smile fixed and hungry.

Brother, he purred, can I finish him? I'll save you the trouble. I never liked him, I've wanted to end him for a long time. His gaze flicked between me and Silas, who didn't bother to look up from his book as Claude continued, However, you two said there was use for him, but since you don't seem to need him anymore, how about I do the honor?

An unamused scoff escaped me as I brought the cigar to my lips and took a long draw. As I exhaled, Silas flipped the page and spoke without looking up.

Should he do it, or do you want to, brother? Silas asked, his voice flat as his eyes followed the words in his book. If Claude does it, he'll take his time, have his fun with Lucas. He'd probably keep him alive for a week before he ends him. If you do it, you'd grow bored, you'd likely be done in three days. I think Claude should do it.

Claude's smile deepened. I watched him press an inch of his claw into Lucas's neck, blood welled and Lucas grunted, a high-pitched scream tearing from him.

No—no. Please, spare me! I will give you anything you want. It will never happen again! I swear!

He pleaded, but I tuned him out and crushed the cigar into the ashtray with slow, deliberate movements.

Silas was right. Claude was a psycho who loved toying with people, torturing them. Unlike me, he never grew bored.