Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 142 Selene 56 vouchers As soon as the host walked away, the shift in the atmosphere was immediate. I could feel it before I even looked up. Dozens of stares landed on me all at once, filled with killing intent. If looks could kill, my head would have rolled across the arena floor already. The survivors weren't even trying to hide it. Beside me, Chloe subtly stepped backward until her arm brushed mine. "W-why are they looking at us like that?" she whispered, her voice small and unsteady. Miles answered before I could.

"It's understandable," he said lightly, though his gaze was observant, and calculating. "After what Noah did, we're lucky they didn't rush us the moment the host finished speaking. The only reason they didn't is because of the rule." He turned to me, eyes gleaming. "That rules the only thing keeping us safe. Right. Noah?" I nodded. "Yes." I had known from the moment I drew that spell that we would make enemies. My eyes sharpened as I met the glares one by one. Not only the contestants, but the audience too. Whispers spread through the stands, fingers subtly pointing in my direction.

I could read their thoughts. Cheat. Coward. Threat. My lips curled slowly. "But a simple rule won't stop them," I said calmly. "They'll look for any opportunity to kill us. A blind spot. A mistake. A moment when no one is watching." I tilted my head slightly, studying the way some of them flinched when our gazes met. "So be careful." Miles turned fully toward me now, squinting as if trying to read something behind my expression. "Why," he asked slowly, "do you look excited by that idea?" My eyes sparkled before I could stop them, and my smile widened. Why? Because I liked it.

I liked when people tried to kill me. The tension. The danger. The sharp edge between life and death. It made my blood move faster. It reminded me I was alive. After ten lifetimes of betrayal and execution, fear had long ago stopped living inside me. If anything, it thrilled me. The contestants probably already knew who I was even with my mask on. I had been standing beside Chloe and Miles the entire time. Anyone with half a brain would connect the dots beneath the mask. I wasn't hiding from them anyway. The only person I was hiding from was Alpha Damien. Let the others come.

Let them sharpen their blades and whisper in the shadows. It would only make things more entertaining I held their gazes deliberately, one after another, letting the challenge show plainly in my eyes before I finally turned and walked away as if none of them mattered. Chloe hurried after me. While Miles lingered behind, glancing around as if waiting for someone. Once I was certain Alpha Damien's line of sight couldn't reach anymore, I slipped my mask off and tucked it beneath my shirt, exhaling quietly. The cool air brushed against my face as stepped toward the inner arena corridor.

"Noali!" 1/4 III O 59 vouchers The voice was loud, and cheerful. I froze for a second before closing my eyes briefly. Of course. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was I sighed, already feeling a headache forming. This was going to be annoying. Chloe noticed my expression immediately and raised a brow. "Noah? Is something wrong?" I shook my head lightly. I barely knew the man. We had met once, and that had been more than enough for me to understand that he would become a persistent nuisance. He was the kind who would stick to you simply because he found you interesting.

"Let's just go," I muttered. Chloe nodded, and we stepped forward, only to have our path blocked. Remi stood in front of us, dressed in healer's robes now stained with streaks of fresh blood, as if he had walked straight out of treatment without bothering to change. He must have been treating the injured contestants. Yet none of it dimmed his brightness. He smiled as though he had just spotted a long-lost friend in a marketplace instead of in the middle of a battlefield. "Noah," he said warmly, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "You must not have heard me.

We meet again." I looked at him flatly. I had heard him. I had simply chosen to ignore him. Chloe blinked between us. "Noah?" Remi's gaze shifted to her, and for a brief second surprise flickered across his face. His brows lifted slightly, but then his lips curved into something amused, before his attention returned to me. I noticed the brief flicker in Remi's expression when he looked a Chloe, but I didn't comment on it. Remi's attention returned fully to me, and his smile widened as though he had just found something precious he'd misplaced. "How I've missed you.

After you left that day, I was curious about you. But there were too many people in the arena. I couldn't possibly find you among them. How have you been?" A collective gasp rippled through the surrounding contestants at his words. "Oh my gods... what is going on? How does the greatest healer of the pack know someone like him?" "I have no idea," another whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. "Healer Remi doesn't talk to people. He keeps to that small circle of his, the three strongest warriors in the pack.

So why would he speak to someone who doesn't even know how to fight?" I listened to every word without changing my expression. My face remained bored, indifferent, as if they were discussing the weather instead of me. To be honest, I also had no idea why this man was suddenly so interested. I had been minding my own business. I hadn't approached him. I hadn't even looked for him. And yet here he was, smiling at me like we shared some meaningful history. Worse, the more he spoke to me publicly, the higher the chances Damien would notice. And that was something I absolutely did not want.

So I chose the simplest solution. I tilted my head slightly and said, "You've got the wrong person Remi froze. "Wrong person?" 2/4 Chapter 142 55 vouchers I nodded, then I stepped around him as if he were nothing more than a pillar in the hallway. "Goodbye," I added casually before turning to Chloe. "Let's go." Chloe blinked, clearly flustered. "O-Okay." I could feel the shock radiating from the crowd as we walked away. I had just dismissed the most respected healer in the Crimson Pack without a second glance, but I didn't care.

If I didn't care about someone like Alpha Damien, why would I care about anyone else? Status meant nothing to me. Behind me, the murmurs only grew louder, but I didn't bother turning around. By the time I reached my room, the weight of the day settled over me. I stretched my arms above my head, rolling my shoulders slowly. I hadn't even fought seriously, yet somehow it had been exhausting. I walked straight to the bed and dropped onto it without ceremony. The mattress dipped under my weight as I closed my eyes. Chloe hovered nearby for a moment before speaking softly.

"That protective spell must have taken a lot out of you." I didn't respond. I was just sleepy. Even back at Damien's palace, most of my days consisted of sleeping and eating. It didn't matter if I was surrounded by luxury or trapped in a den of killers. If there was a bed and food, I would use both without shame. I would sleep when I wanted. Eat when I wanted. Fight when I wanted. Revenge could wait its turn.

With that final thought drifting lazily through my mind, I shifted onto my side, pulled the blanket slightly closer, and allowed myself to sink into sleep without the slightest trace of guilt. **** Later that night, the room was quiet except for the faint scratching sound of metal against stone. I heard the shift in breathing before I looked up. Chloe stirred in her bed and slowly drifted awake, her lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the dim lantern light. The moment her eyes landed on me sitting at the table, she flinched in surprise.

"You're awake?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes as if to make sure she wasn't imagining it. I nodded without looking away from what I was working on. "Yes" The small carving tool in my hand moved with precision as I etched the final lines into the silver surface. "I might like to sleep," I added, "but I'll be awake when I have to be." Chloe nodded quietly and pushed herself up from the bed, careful not to make too much noise. She stood there for a moment, watching me in silence, clearly curious but unwilling to interrupt. The final line connected smoothly.

And a faint pulse of energy settled into the object in my hands. I leaned back slightly, examining it under the light before nodding in approval. "Done." Chloe stepped closer. "What are you doing?" I stood up slowly and turned toward her. Instead of answering inmediately, I took a step forward, until I was standing directly in front of her. I leaned in, closing the distance between us until our faces were only inches apart.

Chloe's breath hitched sharply, and her body stiffened as she instinctively leaned back a fraction, her wide eyes dropping to my lips before snapping back up again, 3/4 4/4 10:11 Sat, Feb 14 Chapter 142 "N-Noah..." she whispered. I didn't say anything. Instead, I lifted my hands and gently fastened the necklace around her neck. ས ཟྭ 86%སྤྲ 65 vouchers When I stepped back, the silver amulet rested neatly against her collarbone, the faint engraved markings barely visible unless someone looked closely. I examined it with a small smile.

"Perfect." Chloe blinked, still slightly flustered, before looking down at the hecklace. She touched it carefully, her fingers brushing over the cool surface. "W-what is this?" she asked softly. I crossed my arms loosely and leaned back against the table. "Di you really think I'd leave my people defenseless?" I said. "I'm not that kind of person." Her fingers paused over the amulet as she looked up at me. "It's a protective amulet," I explained. "If you're in danger, it will activate. It won't last forever, but it'll be enough to keep you safe.

Wear it at all times, especially tonight." "Tonight?" she repeated, confusion flickering across her face. "Why tonight?" A slow smirk spread across my lips. "Because," I said, pushing off the table and walking toward the window, night is going to be interesting." ୦ AD Comment Send gift Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.