Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Selene When I told Silas to fight and defend my honour, I didn't expect this. I thought he would end the fight with two or three strikes. But no, Silas was deliberately making it longer, dragging it out like a predator toying with prey. At this point, it wasn't even a duel between two men. It was a one-sided slaughter. Arthur was bloodied, barely able to stand, his body swaying like a broken doll. Every time he tried to lift himself, or raised his arm in pitiful defense, Silas knocked him right back down.

Silas grabbed him by the neck, leaned his body over him, and began hitting him, over and over again. His fists slammed into Arthur's face brutally. The sound was sickening. Evelyn gasped beside me, covering her mouth with trembling hands, but I only stood still, indifferent and proud. Because this was what I wanted. A guard who would not bend. A man who would fight until there was no fight left. Around us, the arena had gone silent. Not a single warrior shouted now. Their faces were dark, displeased with what they were seeing, but none of them spoke up. They couldn't.

This was the law of the arena. No third party was allowed to interfere. To do so would mean disgrace. Even I did not stop it, though I could have. But I knew better than anyone, warriors only understood one language. The language of fists and swords. "Ahhh... ahhhh..." Arthur groaned, trying desperately to push Silas away. "S-stop it.. please... stop it!" Silas didn't let go. His grip tightened, his strikes grew fiercer. His eyes were no longer his own, they were his wolf's. The black wolf was a force of destruction once provoked. Finally, one of the men broke.

He turned to me, his face drained of all color. "You have to stop this, Lady Selene! Your guard will kill Arthur. Lady Sienna will be devastated if you kill her man!" I didn't even glance at him. My voice came out cold. "When my bodyguard was being beaten bloody by him, did any of you say a word?" The man paused, lips clamped shut, shame written all over his face. "Exactly," I said, my gaze never leaving Silas as he continued his brutal assault.

"If none of you cared when my guard was bleeding, why should I care when it's someone else's turn?" The fight stretched on, minutes that felt like hours. Arthur's screams tore through the arena, echoing against the stone walls. He begged, and pleaded. But no one moved to help him. And the cruelest part? Werewolf bodies healed too quickly to let him lose consciousness, yet too slowly to save him from the agony. Silas's fists kept falling, each strike shattering, bone and pride alike, until all that remained of the once- proud warrior was a trembling, bloodied mess.

It was cruel, endless, and perfect. Even Evelyn could no longer bear to watch. She turned her face away, trembling beside me, yet I stood still, and they all saw it. The warriors around us, the men who only moments ago mocked me, they stared at me now in shock. Shocked that I stood there, watching a bloody scene without so much as a tremor. Finally, Arthur's screams were cut off. His body went limp, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed in a bloody heap. He was unconscious, but alive. 12:40 Tue, Dec 23 @ NG. Chapter 14 Silas stood above him, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

His face was smeared with blood, but none of it was his. He stooped slowly, scooped his sword from the dirt, and without a second thought drove the blade down toward Arthur's face. Gasps ripped through the arena. "He's going to kill him!" someone yelled. "Quick-you, redhead! Stop him!" another cried. The redhead snapped back, panic raw in his voice. "What? Stop a black wolf on a rampage? Do you think I'm insane? I'm not risking my life for this!" Evelyn's fingers tightened around mine. "Please, Miss Selene, do something," she begged, her voice breaking.

"If Silas kills him, his life will be over." Just before the blade could connect, I finally spoke. "That is enough." The sword froze, just inches from Arthur's face. Silas turned his head toward me, his eyes still dark. His wolf's dominance pressed down, but I didn't flinch. Even without my white wolf, I could withstand it. "Killing him would be too troublesome to deal with. You've already defended me well. That is enough." Silas's breathing slowed. The darkness faded from his gaze, and his eyes slowly bled back into brown.

He straightened, turned his back on Arthur's broken body, and walked out of the arena. The men instinctively parted for him, fear flashing in their eyes as if he carried death itself on his shoulders. When he reached me, Silas stopped. He slowly sank down on one knee, bent his head, and took my hand. His lips brushed the back. It was a knight's vow, and a guard's loyalty to his owner. "It is an honour to fight for you, my lady," he said. I looked down at him, at the blood on his face, the devotion in his voice. My lips curved ever so slightly. I was pleased.

"You did good." Silas looked up at me in relief. Before he could answer, his knees gave out and he collapsed, passing out. "Silas!" Evelyn cried, lunging forward. She touched his forehead, and his chest. "Silas! He's burning hot, my lady." I nodded. "Let's take him back to the chambers and treat his wounds." I scanned the crowd, about to ask one of the men to help carry him, but Evelyn didn't wait. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and hooked his hand over her neck, then hauled him up as if he weighed nothing. Every head in the arena turned.

Even I felt the surprise, Evelyn dragging a grown man like that was not something anyone expected. "Come on, my lady," she said, breathless but determined. "Right. After you." I stepped aside and let her go first. She half-dragged Silas toward the exit while I watched them go with at smile. 12:40 Tue, Dec 23 8 KG. Chapter 14 Before I f, I tearned once more to the arena Arther will lay where Sales had let him. The men around the ring w shifting, uneasy. I men their eyes one by one "I believe warriors won't lie about what happened in a fight." I said, my voice flat.

"If this gets out, sell them exactly whe happened. And if any of you dare lay a hand on what's rare again, I will take your lives in return" Third person por The far end of the arena was drowned in shadows, but a man stood there, leaning against the stone wall as if the chaos and bloodshed before him was nothing but entertainment. His arms were crossed, a sword resting loosely in one hand Golden eyes gleamed in the dark following the woman who had just walked out of the arena with her head high.

His lips curved into a lazy, dangerous wirk Beside him, another figure stepped forward from the shadows Axel, his beta, bowed his head respectfully. "Alpha Tristan," Axel said quietly. "Interesting, Tristan murmured, eyes never leaving the trail of the moonbom. I came here because I heard there would be an interesting fight in the Mooncrest temple, who would have expected something this amusing Axel followed his gaze for a moment, then nodded Yes. The black wolf has some potential, if he trains." A chuckle rumbled from Trivan's chest, low and amused. "Who says I'm interested in the dude?

Axel's head snapped toward him, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly marked it. His alpha's gaze wasn't on Silas, it was fixed on her. Axel almost wanted to groan aloud. Of all people, why her? Everyone knew Alpha Tristan of the Rivercian pack wasn't like other Alphat. He was a man obsessed with fights, wars, and challenges. Power was the only thing he respected. That was why the moment he arrived in Mooncrest for pack relations. instead of greeting the alpha, he had gone straight to the temple when he overheard warriors whispering about a fight Tristan wasn't polite, or diplomatic.

He didn't care about bloodlines, titles, or the delicate dance of power among packs. If you weren't strong enough to face him, you were beneath his notice. He was one of the most dangerous alphas alive. feared even by other Alphas, and yet he had never shown interest in women Until now Axel's stomach twisted when he saw the golden eyes lingering on the moonborn, the cursed woman that everyone whispered about. This is going to be stressful, he thought grimly. Tristan tilted his head, smirk widening as though he ha just discovered a rare weapon in a sea of dull blades.

He muttered under his breath, voice low. "Who cares about a black wolf when this woman's aura is far more powerful.* AD Comment Send gift No Ads Chapter 13 Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.