Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 132 Lucas I had never liked werewolves. ས 57 55 vouchers To me, they were weak creatures, fragile, loud, and far too easy to crush beneath one's heel. For the longest time, I never understood why the Moon Goddess had even bothered creating them in the first place. It felt wasteful, almost insulting, for a goddess to shape beings so limited, and bound by instinct and emotion. Even now, when I thought about it, the question still lingered in my mind. Why create something so weak? That had been what I believed for a very long time, until I realized that I was wrong.

Werewolves as a whole might be unimpressive, but there were exceptions among them, anomalies that defied the rule. There were some who were genuinely strong, strong enough to rival beings like me, gods who had existed since before their world had taken shape. The powerful alpha who had caught my interest long ago was one such exception. Then there was the Moonborn, the one who had actually managed to trap me inside a box, an act that still irritated me whenever I thought about it. And now, there was her.

That nonchalant, infuriatingly fearless woman who did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, without caring who stood in her way. Normally, I should have grown bored of staying among werewolves by now. I should have returned to my cave, back to silence and solitude, where nothing annoyed me and nothing demanded my attention. Yet, unexpectedly, I wasn't bored at all. Staying here was calm. Especially when that woman servant kept feeding me, bringing food as if it were the most natural thing in the world to serve a stranger who lounged around all day doing nothing.

I wasn't sure whether I was more annoyed that Damien had taken Selene away, or that she hadn't called for me even once since leaving. She was out there, doing whatever she pleased, while I was stuck here, being fed and watched like some oversized pet. I tilted my head slightly, my thoughts drifting in a completely different direction. I wondered what kind of food they had in the Crimson Pack. If their warriors were that strong, then surely their food must be interesting too. "L-Lucas..." A soft voice called my name, pulling me out of my completely important thoughts about food.

I looked down to see Evelyn staring at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. Beside her, Silas looked just as shocked, as if they couldn't quite believe what they had just witnessed. I sighed quietly. They must have been taken aback. I always spent my time eating or lazily lying around, doing absolutely nothing of value. It made sense that they would expect nothing from me. Even Silas, who was usually far more composed, was staring at me as if I had suddenly grown another head. "You don't have to look at me like that," I said, my That, of course, did nothing to stop them from staring. flat.

I looked between the two of them, my expression thoughtful. Normally, I didn't like helping werewolves. I was the god of beasts, werewolves had nothing to do with me. They weren't my responsibility, nor were they within my domain. And yet, if I helped them, Selene would definitely be happy when she came back and saw them safe. She would probably reward me with a ridiculous amount of tasty things. My lips curved slightly at the thought. 20:13 Fri, Feb 6 DOM Chapter 132 ༢༦ 357 55 vouchers And besides, even if I didn't want to admit it, I didn't want anything bad to happen to these two.

They had treated me well, without knowing who, or what, I truly was. That alone deserved repayment. I turned my gaze to Silas, my eyes sharp as I spoke. "Why did you give up?" I asked calmly. "With your strength, you could have defeated him. Are you that weak-minded?" Silas flinched at my words, his head lowering as his hands clenched tightly at his sides. After a moment, he spoke, his voice controlled. "I didn't give up," he said. "I just knew that fighting back would make things worse. They would have hurt Evelyn if I tried." I glanced at Evelyn.

Her face flushed red immediately, clearly not expecting that answer. She looked startled, as if the realization had only just struck her, that Silas had chosen restraint, not because he was weak, but because of her. I raised an eyebrow, studying the two of them in silence. I still didn't fully understand it. Why someone would hold back their strength, willingly placing themselves at a disadvantage, all for another person. Perhaps it was because I had never had someone important enough to protect, someone worth risking my life for. I hummed quietly, my thoughts drifting. Hmmmm...

Maybe one day, I would. "Arthur, what happened? Why can't you move your sword?" Someone spoke behind me, their voice sharp with confusion, and the man standing in front of me stiffened as if only now realizing that something was very wrong. Arthur's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white as he forced a strained laugh. "I-I can," he said quickly, though there was panic creeping into his tone. "I just don't want to cut down an innocent man." He tried to pull the blade back, to wrench it out of my grasp as if that were even possible, but I didn't let it go.

The metal trembled uselessly in my hand, completely under my control. Arthur's expression twisted, fear giving way to anger as humiliation burned through him. "You!" he snapped. "How dare you! Do you even know who I am?" At that, my golden eyes flickered, a sharp gleam flashing through them as I finally turned my head to look at him properly. The moment our gazes met, Arthur flinched so violently that it was almost amusing. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, instincts screaming at him that he had just made a terrible mistake.

"Do I know who you are?" I repeated calmly, my voice low and cold. "Why would I know a worthless insect like you?" A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips as I leaned slightly closer. "The only reason I would ever know someone like you is when I'm about to take your life. And honestly, I don't see why I shouldn't do that now." Arthur's face drained of color so fast it was almost pressive. Before he could even form another word, the sword in my hand shattered with a sharp, echoing crack, breaking into countless pieces that clattered uselessly to the floor.

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