Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Selene In this world of warriors, dominance was everything. If you wanted to prove yourself, you fought. You fought until blood spilled, until your enemies were broken before you, and you never showed mercy. Mercy was weakness, and enemies were enemies for a reason. Show them mercy and they would wait for the perfect moment to strike you down, and when they did, you'd be left with nothing but regret. A true warrior never held back. If Silas didn't prove himself now, if he didn't show his dominance in front of everyone, his life in the temple would only get harder.

The arena was so quiet that the air itself seemed to freeze. Everyone stared at me as though they couldn't believe what they'd just heard. Their shock was almost amusing. For a few seconds, no one dared to speak. "My lady..." Silas muttered, but Arthur snapped out of his daze first. His eyes dragged over my body with a slow sweep. I wore only a light garment, slightly too big, but not enough to hide my curves. Arthur didn't even bother concealing his hungry stare. His lips curled into a smirk as his gaze lingered, before sliding back up to my face. I didn't look away.

I could feel the weight of other men's stares on me, just as lustful, and degrading. They might look down on me in every other way, but not one of them could deny the truth, I was the most beautiful woman in this temple. Even more beautiful than my twin, Sienna. But beauty meant little to me. Why should I shrink back because of a few hungry stares? In my past lives, I had endured far worse. Men always thought they saw a damsel in me, ripe for the taking, until I struck them down and made them choke on their arrogance. Stares meant nothing.

What mattered was that they eventually turned to respect. The only line I would never allow to be crossed was touch. No one laid a hand on me without my permission. Beside me, Evelyn bristled. She suddenly stepped forward, placing herself between me and their stares, arms spread protectively. I blinked at her, surprised. Her glare swept the arena, her voice trembling with fury as she shouted, "How dare you! Look down and show your respect, the Moonborn is in front of you!" Her voice rang out through the hall, yet not a single man moved to kneel. Not one lowered his gaze.

Evelyn's face hardened, and I knew she was seething. I had seen her angry before, but this was different. Evelyn hated nothing more than seeing me disrespected, especially by men who should be beneath me. She opened her mouth, ready to unleash more, but I placed a hand gently on her shoulder. She turned to me, eyes wide. "Miss..." "It's okay," I said softly, a smile tugging at my lips. "You don't need to force their respect." My gaze swept across the men. Each one who dared meet my eyes faltered, shifting uneasily, stepping back ever so slightly. My eyes narrowed.

"They will learn to show their respect eventually." Arthur's laugh cut through the tense silence. Slowly, I turned my gaze to him, my expression calm. "These men are so disrespectful," he said, his tone light, and playful. "My lady, would you forgive us? Sometimes, men who Chapter 13 fight are not good with other things. We didn't learn manners." I stared at him, arching an eyebrow. Didn't learn manners? They weren't dumb. If Sienna walked in here, every single man would immediately kneel, and show their respect without hesitation. What a sweet mouth this man had.

Arthur went on, smiling faintly. "But what brings you here, my lady?" His eyes flicked down to Silas, beaten and bloodied on the arena floor. "Did you perhaps come here for him?" I tilted my head slightly. "If you know, why bother asking me a stupid question?" Arthur actually paused at that, momentarily surprised. In the past, I had always been the one who lowered my head when men spoke to me. He must be wondering what had changed. He recovered quickly. "I know you must be worried, but we are just doing what we are supposed to do.

Warrior Silas is being punished for leaving the temple during the holy night. No one is allowed to leave the temple, according to the rules." "The rules?" I raised an eyebrow. "The rules still matter when I'm on the verge of death?" Arthur hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak. I stepped closer, cutting him off. "Oh, what was it you said again? That everyone knows I'm fake, and my death wouldn't make a difference?" My eyes sharpened. "How insolent." 66 99 "I should punish you for your words. Even if you serve Sienna, you have no right to speak to me like that.

I Moonborn, no matter what you think, and someone like you shouldn't dare challenge me." am still a Arthur's face darkened, his jaw tightening, his fists clenching at his sides. He said nothing because he knew I was right. They all did. If this situation spiraled out of control, my father would punish them, not because they disrespected me, but because I was still his blood. And no one in the temple, no matter how bold, could disrespect his/authority without consequence. "You are right, my lady," Authur said smoothly. "I apologise. I will release Silas now.". I smiled back. "Release?

I think you are wrong about something." His brows furrowed slightly. "What?" "I never told you to release my bodyguard," I said. "This fight shall continue. Except this time, it will be fair." I turned my eyes to Silas. "Silas." He looked up at me from where he knelt, and then bowed his head. "Yes, my lady." "Are you going to let him embarrass me?" I asked. Silas flinched, then quickly shook his head. "If you're not going to shame me," I said, my voice echoing across the arena, "then don't stand there and let anyone strike you. You're mine, your life, your existence, your body.

Striking you is the same as striking me. As my loyal guard, you are not to be touched. I give you permission, no, the order, to put down the animal who dared lay a hand on you." The crowd's eyes widened; whispers rippled through the dark arena, but no one dared speak aloud. Arthur turned to me, looking down at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "Lady Selene," he said, his voice edged with mockery, "you might not know a thing because you are a woman, but your bodyguard is already weak, he can't-" Chapter 13 Before he could finish, a blur of movement cut him off.

A loud crack split the air as Arthur's body was hurled across the arena and slammed into the far wall. Gasps echoed from every corner of the stands. Heads snapped toward the fighting ground. Silas was no longer kneeling. He stood now, straight-backed, his body radiating power. His eyes flashed a deep, ominous back as he reached down, picked up the sword from the floor, and raised it. He growled, dangerously.

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