Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Selene Evelyn's voice rang beside me, loud with desperation. "Miss Selene, you can't go in there!" Her hand trembled as if she wanted to grab me but didn't dare. I kept walking, step after step, ignoring her pleas. She hurried after me, still speaking, her words tumbling out. "I'm serious, Miss Selene. This place is not safe, it's the least safe part of the temple. This is where the temple warriors train. No women, especially women of your status, should come to this dirty place. These men... they are deranged, you have no idea what they might do!

If your father hears about this, he will be disappointed-" I almost laughed at that. Women of my status? She was talking as if I were fragile porcelain, as if I hadn't lived and bled on battlefields far worse than this. I was a Luna and a warrior once. I had fought in pits and wars that would make these arrogant temple warriors crumble in fear. I finally stopped and looked at Evelyn. "Evelyn." She straightened instantly, voice tight. "Yes, Lady Selene?" "Do you want to help Silas?" I asked. Her eyes widened, her lips parting. She froze for a moment before whispering. "I do.

Some part of me feels like it's my fault he is being punished." I shook my head. "It's not your fault. Don't panic. Let me handle this. I am a moonborn, Evelyn. I won't let anyone bully the people who serve me and get away with it." For a moment, she just stared at me, her face caught between shock and awe. The determined words must have struck her because slowly, she lowered her head and bowed. "Yes, moonborn." I turned without another word and walked forward. My footsteps echoed as I entered the arena, where the temple warriors trained.

Evelyn and I had already gone to the prison in search of Silas. The guard at the gate told us he wasn't there, that the temple guards had taken him to the arena for his punishment. The moment I heard it, my stomach tightened. This was trouble. In the past, I never paid much attention to Silas. He had always been there, always lingering quietly in the shadows, so quiet that I barely noticed him. It wasn't until the day he died for me that I truly understood, he had been by my side all along. protecting me in ways I never saw. The guilt I carried from that past was suffocating.

This time, I swore, I wouldn't repeat that mistake. I wouldn't let Evelyn, Silas, or anyone truly loyal to me, suffer because of my ignorance or my blind trust in the wrong people. My eyes narrowed as I stepped into the arena. Whatever awaited me here, I was ready. This time, no one was going to touch what was mine. The first thing I heard was laughter echoing against the stone walls. "You can do this! Hit him harder! Make him suffer, hahaha!" The shouts rang in my ears. I froze at the entrance of the arena, the air thick with sweat and the stench of blood.

Shirtless men sat around the edge, drinking, throwing coins into the sand as they jeered and cheered. They were so focused on the blood sport below, none of them noticed me and Evelyn slip in. 12:39 Tue, Dec 23 Chapter 11 Evelyn whispered beside me, her voice trembling. "Huh... what is going on? Why are they so excited?" I didn't answer her. I wasn't a fool. My gut already told me what was happening, and who was at the center of it. My steps carried me closer to the edge, my eyes narrowing as I peered into the fighting pit below. Silas. 05 He looked worse than I could have imagined.

His body was a wreck, covered in blood and bruises from repeated blows. A deep gash split across his stomach, and each breath came out in harsh, ragged pants. His long hair hung loose and tangled, matted with sweat and dirt. He wore nothing but torn pants, his body trembling as he fought to stay upright. He looked thinner, hollowed out by a week of torment. Evelyn gasped beside me, stumbling forward until her hands gripped the stone edge. "Silas..." Her voice cracked, breaking into sobs. "What is happening? Why-why does he look like this?" I didn't react. My gaze remained locked on him.

It was a wonder he was still alive. No ordinary man could have taken this much and still stand. That was Silas. He had always been stronger than he looked. Across from him stood his opponent. Arthur. His hair was tied back neatly, his body strong, muscles gleaming under the torchlight. He was grinning like a wolf who had already tasted blood. He, too, wore only pants, but unlike Silas, he was nearly untouched, only a few scratches marring his skin. He circled the broken figure before him, feeding off the crowd's cheers. Arthur was Sienna's personal bodyguard.

He was proud, arrogant, and cruel. In every life I had lived, he had always carried the same stench of violence, and rotten heart. He was an animal. He had killed Silas before, and worse, he had once dared to lay his filthy hands on me. I cut him down for that. I remembered the satisfaction of spilling his blood, but also the grief that it came too late, because by then, Silas was already gone. And now, standing here in this filthy arena, I realized nothing had changed. History was winding itself into the same circle, threatening to claim Silas's life all over again. Arthur wanted him dead.

Arthur smirked and lunged, sword flashing. Silas moved back, yet the blade still slashed across his chest. Silas's expression didn't change. He simply clutched at the wound and forced himself to stay on his feet. That only made the crowd roar louder, their laughter and cheers rising as they fed on the sight of him struggling to stand. "Kill the bastard! Cut that face! Injure those pretty eyes!" someone shouted. Others joined in, the shouts looping and growing until the whole arena thrummed with cruelty. Evelyn's hand closed over mine so tight I could feel the tremor in her fingers.

"M-Miss, we have to do something," she whispered, panicking. I crossed my arms and tilted my head, watching Silas steady himself. "Hold on, Evelyn," I said quietly. My voice was calm, almost cold. "You want to save him? First w have to bring out that dark side he is desperately trying to hide. Only then can Silas really survive his fate." 12:39 Tue, Dec 23 Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.