Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 138 Selene "Noah, did you eat the bread 1 gave-" 3.55% Vouchere Before Chloe could even finish her sentence, my body reacted on instinct. I bent down in a flash, so fast it probably looked ridiculous to anyone watching, crouching low and covering half my face with my hand as if exposing it for even a second would be a death sentence. Chloe and Miles froze, staring at me in confusion, then shock, early not understanding my sudden and extreme behavior. Miles squinted at me like I had completely lost my mind. "Noah what are you doing?" I didn't answer him. I couldn't.

My heart was hammering violently against my ribs, my throat dry as I swallowed hard. Oh my goddess. He was really here. That annoying, infuriating, terrifyingly perfect man was here. My fingers curled slightly against my face as I fought the urge to curse out loud. Fuck. I knew he was going to be here. Yara warned me. That was the whole reason I had come dressed like this in the first place, hiding behind a male disguise, pretending to be someone else, just so I wouldn't be recognized. Especially not by him. But the worst part was that Damien had already seen me in this disguise before.

Even if I was dressed like a man, my features were still mine. My posture, my eyes, the way I moved. I still looked like the male version of myself. Even a fool would be able to tell. And Alpha Damien was anything but a fool. If he so much as glanced in my direction, there was a very real chance he already knew it was me. Miles stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Noah," he said slowly, "you're acting weird. Are you hiding from someone?" Chloe placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her touch hesitant but full of concern. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. "Did you feel any pain?

Are you hurt?" I forced myself to look up at them, just enough to meet their eyes without fully exposing my face. Both of them were staring at me with genuine worry, which only made this harder. Miles glanced around, then back at me. "You are hiding from someone, aren't you?" I sighed quietly. Of course I was hiding from someone. I was hiding from their alpha. From the most powerful man in the world. From the man who could end this entire farce with a single step in my direction. How was I supposed to explain that? I couldn't tell them until I got what I wanted.

"Hm," I said vaguely, still half-crouched, shielding my face. "Yes. I'm hiding from someone." Chloe's brows knitted together. "Who? Is it someone dangerous? Dangerous? I almost laughed. 1/4 MEZZ QUE, PED TV Chapter 18 "Zangers is an understatement." I muttered under my breath "What Chloe asked, clearly not catching it *.55% I looked at her innocent face, at the genuine fear already forming in her eyes, and felt a sharp twinge of guilt I didn't want to be to her. But I had no other choice. "Yes," I said quietly. "Very dangerous. More dangerous than you could ever imagine.

I didn't expect that person to be here... and if he catches me, I'm done for." Chloe's face drained of color immediately, "g-gods-" she whispered. "Then what are we going to do?" I scanned the area quickly, my body angled just enough to keep Damien out of my direct line of sight, my hand still partially covering my face. "I need to hide my face properly." I said, thinking fast. "If he doesn't see my face, he won't know it's me." At least, that was the hope. I had already taken the herb earlier to mask my scent, so he couldn't track me that way.

As long as I kept my face hidden, there was a chance that I could slip past his attention. Chloe followed my gaze, then suddenly pointed. "Look," she whispered urgently. "That guy has a mask." Miles and I looked in the direction she indicated. Sure enough, one of the contestants nearby wore a mask that covered most of his face. For a split second, excitement flared in my chest. That could work, I thought. But the moment the thought crossed my mind, the excitement died, just as quickly as my eyes landed on the person standing beside the masked contestant. My expression darkened. It was him.

The same man from yesterday, the one outside the arena. The one whose hand I had stopped when he tried to touch Chloe. Of all people. I exhaled slowly. Why that dummy? Judging from how close they were standing, the two men were clearly together. They didn't look like acquaintances or people who happened to be near each other, but partners. That alone made the situation troublesome. Buying the mask from one of them would immediately involve the other, and from the way that man carried himself, I doubted it would end peacefully. As if sensing my gaze, the man turned around.

The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression darkened into a frown. There was irritation there, as if the humiliation I had put him through yesterday was still burning in his chest. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing, and I could practically feel the resentment rolling off him. ...Great. "Well," I muttered under my breath, clicking my tongue softly, there goes my chance of getting the mask." Miles and Chloe both looked at me. Chloe understood immediately. Her shoulders drooped slightly, and she lowered h features. "I'm sorry, Noah, this is my fault." I shook my head without hesitation.

"It's not," ze, guilt flashing across her delicate And it truly wasn't. If I wanted, I could still get the mask. A bit of wit, a bit of money, maybe a threat or two, and it would be 2/4 13:22 Tue, Feb 10 Chapter 118 9achers done. But knowing those men, they wouldn't just ask for coins. They would demand Chloe's sword as well, and that was something I wouldn't agree to. That blade meant far too much to her, and I wasn't about to let those scum lay a finger on it Before I could think further, Miles suddenly spoke. "I'll be right back." He didn't wait for an answer.

He simply turned around and walked off, disappearing into the crowd. I barely paid attention to him. My focus had already shifted to amore desperate solution. With a quiet sigh. I reached for my dagger, intending to cut a strip from my shirt to cover my face. The only reason I hadn't done that earlier was because cloth tore too easily during combat, and the last thing I needed was my disguise falling apart in the middle of a fight. But I didn't have the luxury of being picky anymore. Just as I was about to slice into the fabric, a familiar voice echoed behind me.

"Here you go." I froze, and turned around slowly. Miles stood there, holding out a black mask. Both Chloe and I stared at him, completely taken aback. Chloe's eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief. "H-how...?" she whispered. Miles shrugged casually. "That's a secret." I shifted my gaze past him. The two men who had been standing together earlier were now deliberately looking away, their bodies tense, fear written all over them. I looked back at Miles. For the first time, I truly studied him.

Until now, I had thought he was just a reckless kid, curious, eager, and far too willing to throw his life into something dangerous. But this wasn't something a normal twelve-year-old could pull off so easily. Miles wasn't simple. I didn't question him further. Like I always told myself, other people's secrets weren't my business. "Thank you. I owe you one," I said sincerely. Then I turned away, stepping slightly out of sight from the crowds and contestants, most of whom were far too focused on the upcoming fights to notice anything else. I hoped that Alpha Damier was just as distracted.

Please, be busy with literally anything else. I slipped the mask over my face and turned back around. "So, how do I look?" Chloe swallowed hard, her eyes lingering on me a little longer than necessary. "You look... even more mysterious," she said softly, her cheeks flushing. "And very handsome, Noah." I blinked. That wasn't exactly what I was asking, but I supposed it wasn't a bad answer either. The beautiful host lifted her hand, and just like that, the cheers were cut off. Every contestant's attention snapping back to her as she smiled.

"As you can see," she said, gesturing lazily around the arena, "we have a large number of contestants this year. Because of that, the first battle is designed to eliminate as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time." Whispers erupted at once with people leaning toward one another. 3/4 1322 Tue, Feb TU Chapter 138 55%% fouchers "This tight," she continued, a slow anile curving her lips, "is called The Last Man Standing. As the name suggests, you will be given one hour. Within that time, you must climinate as many opponents as possible.

Only those still standing at the end will advance to the next stage." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle, before adding almost casually, "And if not enough of you are eliminated, nobody moves on. The fight will continue until the numbers reach what we require." The murmurs grew louder. Some swallowed nervously. Othersmiled like predators just granted permission to hunt. The host raised a finger, and silence fell again. "There are two ways to eliminate someone. You may kill them, or you may force them to surrender." Her eyes gleamed as she tilted her hear "The choice is yours.

But keep one thing in mind, killing someone means one less enemy to worry about. After all, you never know when someone who surrendered might leave the arena, nurse their resentment, and come back for revenge." A soft, dangerous laugh slipped from her lips. "Accidents happen all the time, after all." My lips curled upward beneath the mask. Ah. I see what you're doing. This woman wasn't just announcing rules, she was stirring the pot, deliberately pushing people toward bloodshed, planting paranoia into their minds and watching it bloom.

She had dangled a perfectly crafted temptation in front of hundreds of desperate warriors and dared them to take it. I didn't know whether to call her a brilliant host or someone who simply loved chaos far too much. Either way, she had thrown out the bait. Now, all that was left was to see how many people were foolish enough to bite. 4/4 AD Comment Send gift No Ads Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.