Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 144 55 vouchers Selene I calmly took one more spoonful of my soup, savoring the warmth as if nothing unusual was happening around me, and then I leaned back against my chair, crossing my arms loosely over my chest while watching the unfolding scene with interest. The air in the hall had grown unbearably tense to the point where even breathing felt heavier than before. Chloe shifted closer to me, her shoulder almost brushing mine as she leaned in and whispered nervously, "N-Noah... don't you think we should stop this?" I turned my head slightly toward her and smiled faintly.

"Why should we stop something so interesting?" I asked. "Everyone has to face the consequences of acting the way they choose to ac If someone decides to provoke another, then they must also accept what follows." Chloe studied my face for a moment, clearly realizing that I had no intention of interfering. After a soft sigh, she turned her attention back to Miles, concern evident in her eyes.

She parted her lips, likely about to calm him down, but before she could say anything, Miles lowered his gaze to the protective bracelet I had handed him earlier, the one he had been about to put on before the interruption. He let out a soft sigh, and when he spoke, his voice was low and oddly restrained. "You made it dirty." I blinked at him, genuinely confused for a brief second. Was he talking about the bracelet? What about the soup soaking into his hair and clothes? His white shirt was stained and clinging to him, and from the look of the fabric, it was expensive.

Yet his focus was entirely on the bracelet. The man who had poured the soup over him forced a laugh, clearly trying to maintain his bravado despite the suffocating atmosphere. "W-what the hell are you talking about?" he demanded loudly. "Yeah, I ruined your clothes. What are you going to do about it?" Miles did not look at him. His eyes remained fixed on the bracelet in his hand. "Noah just gave me this," he said softly, almost elf. "But you made it dirty. The man glanced at the bracelet and scoffed loudly, his arrogance returning as the surrounding men snickered. "Oh?

That ugly little thing?" he mocked. "You should be thanking me for ruining it. It's nothing special. But if you want a bracelet so badly, I can buy you one." He leaned closer with a "Call me big brother and slap that guy," He pointed directly at me, "and I might consider getting you something even more expensive. I'm better than him in many ways. If you want to survive here, you should obey me instead." As he spoke, I read his mind Smink of His smirk deepened as his inner voice echoed clearly in my head.

Since I can't touch that pretty boy because of his spells and the rules, I'll humiliate him publicly by using someone else. I almost laughed. What a painfully simple and idiotic plan. I shifted my gaze back to Miles, curious to see how he would respond. He still had not moved, but I could see the change in him clearly. The innocence in his eyes had vanished completely replaced by something cold. His expression had darkened in a way that sent a faint chill down my spine, and for a brief second, I found it hard to believe that such an expression could belong to a twelve-year-old child.

When Miles remained silent, the man grew impatient. "Hey! Why aren't you doing anything?" he snapped. "I told you to slap-" The rest of his sentence never left his mouth. 1/4 Chapter 144 55 vouchers In one swift and terrifyingly sudden motion, Miles grabbed thehan by the hair and yanked him downward with brutal force, slamming his head against the table so hard that the wood cracked loudly under the impact. Before anyone could react, Miles reached for the bowl of hot soup still sitting nearby and poured it directly onto the man's face.

A scream tore through the hall as the scalding liquid made contact. But Miles did not stop there. He lifted the now-empty metal bowl and smashed it against the man's face, once, twice, again and again, each strike ringing loudly through the stunned silence. The metal dented and bent with the force of his blows, and fragments eventually scattered across the floor as he continued striking without hesitation. The entire hall stood frozen, too shocked to intervene. And through it all, Miles was still smiling. Chloe's eyes widened at the sight in front of her, and she was no the only one.

The entire dining hall fell into silence, and the warriors who had been laughing moments ago now stared in a mixture of fear and disbelief. Miles' small hand was still pressed firmly against the man's head, forcing his face against the cracked wooden table, and although his frame was slight and youthful, there was nothing childish about the pressure he exerted. His eyes blazed with fury, yet his expression remained eerily calm, as though he were merely correcting a minor inconvenience. "Ah! My face! My head!" the man screamed, his voice cracking with panic and pain.

Miles did not flinch at the sound. He simply tilted his head slightly, studying the man beneath him as if contemplating which punishment would be most appropriate for the offense committed. The casualness of his posture made the scene far more terrifying than the violence itself. From somewhere within the crowd, a man gathered enough courage to speak. "You! What do you think you're-" His voice died in his throat. Miles lifted his gaze and glanced at im just once. That single look was enough.

The man stiffened instantly, his face draining of color as he took several steps back, clearly afraid that Miles' attention might shift toward him next. The tension in the hall thickened, and no one dared to move. Chloe turned to me, her wide eyes silently pleading for me to intervene, but I offered her no response. I simply watched. "Someone help! Please help!" the man beneath Miles shrieked desperately. "Get this bastard away from me!" No one stepped forward this time. No one laughed. No one mocked Miles now.

The same warriors who had cheered for his humiliation earlier now avoided eye contact entirely. Miles' attention returned to the man pinned beneath him. His smile never faded, but his eyes darkened further. "How dare you," he said. "To think someone as filthy as you would dare dirty something Noah made for me." His grip tightened slightly. "And you compared yourself to him? You must have a death wish. You must be eager to meet your maker ahead of time." The smile on his lips widened, though there was nothing warm bout it.

"And since you seem so eager," he continued, pulling a knife from his chest pocket with smooth precision, "I might as well fulfill your wish." He raised the blade, angling it toward the man's throat as if he were about to slaughter an animal. I sighed quietly, already bored of the scene. Before the knife could descend, I lifted my eyes and spoke."That is enough." The blade stopped mere inches from the man's face. Miles froze mid-motion and turned his head toward me. "Noah?" 2/4 10:11 Sat, Feb 14 Chapter 144 m 85% 55 vouchers "You think that little of me, little wolf." I froze.

Before I could even turn around or draw a breath, strong arms wrapped around my waist and pushed me back against the cool stone wall behind me, pinning me in place. My eyes widened at the sudden movement, my heart leaping violently as I realized that I had not sensed him at all, and there was only one person in this world capable of hiding himself from me so completely. I tried to look up, but my body betrayed me, locking me in place as if it had decided on its own that resistance was pointless.

A firm hand caught my chin and tilted my face upward, forcing hy gaze to meet his, and I found myself staring straight into those lazy, beautiful crimson eyes that had haunted me for days He looked down at me with an unreadable expression, his gazes sharp and deep that it felt as though he could see every thought I had tried to hide from him. He tilted his head slightly studying me the way a predator studies something it has already decided belongs to it. "Did you have fun playing cat and mouse with me?" he asked.

"Because now that I've finally caught you, tell me, how do your think I should punish you?" My breath caught in my throat. "Alpha Damien..." I whispered, the name slipping out before I could stop it. 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.