Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 146 70% 95 vouchers Damien I had once come across a particular flower many years ago, a flower that only appeared once every hundred years, blooming quietly in the palace garden as if it had no idea how rare and coveted it was. What drew me to it was not its rarity, nor its beauty, but its scent. It was nothing like anything I had ever smelled before, a fragrance so subtle and intoxicating that the more I breathed it in.

the more I wanted it, until I found myself returning to the garden again and again, a cold-blooded man standing among petals and leaves, unable to walk away because I was already hopelessly addicted to that scent. I did not understand why a simple flower could make me feel that way, but I knew one thing with certainty, I wanted to keep it, claim it, to make sure it never disappeared from my reach. And now, standing here with Selene pressed against the wall, I realized with clarity that she was that flower.

The more I looked at her, the more I touched her, the more my obsession deepened, growing quietly but relentlessly, until the thought of letting her go felt unbearable. From the very beginning I had known she was different from the other women who had crossed my path. She was not afraid of me, and when she looked into my eyes there was no trembling reverence there, only sharp awareness and defiance.

Instead of trying to get closer, she had run from me, and if any other woman had been given the chance she had, they would have used it to gain power, to boast about being by my side, but Selene did the opposite and hid it as if it were a dangerous secret. If she had wanted a weapon or protection, she could have asked me, or tried to charm it out of me, yet she went through the trouble of disguising herself and fighting for what she wanted with her own hands, making it clear that she did not need anyone to give her anything. Different and beautiful, strange and endlessly intriguing. Damn it.

It was becoming impossible to think straight with her this close to me. She gasped softly as I kissed her, her heart pounding so loudly against her chest that even I could hear it. At first I meant to let her continue her little game, to watch her slip through my grasp until I decided I was bored, but the longer I waited, the more unbearable it became. I had always been a patient man, but with her, patience felt like torture. I wanted her.

My hand slid from her waist and tightened against her ass, holding her closer as I continued to kiss her, until her breathing grew uneven and she was forced to pull back just enough to gasp for air. I looked down at her, and her face was flushed, her lips parted, her body still trembling from the kiss, and it struck me that this was the first time since that night that I had seen her so openly affected. Usually she was calm and distant, hiding everything behind that lazy composure, but right now she was bare and real in front of me.

She met my eyes, as if she wanted to say something, her lips parting. "I-" I did not let her finish. 1/3 1 ས 3 70%u Chapter 146 55 vouchers My hand slid up to her neck, firm enough to keep her close as Ilted her head to the side and lowered my mouth to her skin, pressing a kiss there, and I felt her shiver beneath me as he breath caught, and for a moment it felt as though the world beyond the two of us no longer existed.

I felt her nails dig into my shoulder as if she could not quite handle what I was doing to her, and the small, helpless reaction sent a sharp thrill through me because after that night it had become obvious that her neck was her softest place, the one part of her that betrayed every emotion she tried so hard to hide She was sensitive there.

I held her more firmly and kissed her again, letting my lips trail along her skin in slow, lingering touches, sometimes brushing, sometimes nibbling just enough to make her shiver, while her scent wrapped itself around my senses and made it difficult to think of anything else. Each small sound she made only pulled me deeper, until it felt as though her very body was calling out to mine. "D-Damien," she breathed, her voice unsteady.

I did not answer, because words felt unnecessary when every instinct in me was focused on her, and I continued to press kisses along her neck, letting the moment stretch far longer than it should have. The way she reacted to me, the way her breath hitched and her body leaned closer without her meaning to, made it nearly impossible to stop, and before I could rein myself in my teeth sharpened, instinct taking over. A wild, reckless thought crossed my mind, one that I had never allowed myself to entertain before. I wanted to mark her.

I had never intended to take a mate, never planned to bind myself to anyone, yet every drop of blood in my body was screaming that this woman should be mine, and Thane stirred inside me in excited agreement, eager in a way I had not felt in a very long time. A low growl escaped me before I could stop it. That was when she snapped out of it and looked up at me, her eyes widening when she saw my fangs, and the sudden fear in her gaze cut through the haze instantly.

She leaned back and pushed against my chest, and then, in a move that surprised us both, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. It did not hurt, but the shock of it was something else entirely, because no one had ever dared to do that to me before. I stared at her, and she stared back, just as stunned by her own action, her eyes flicking to her hand and then back to me as if she could not quite believe what she had just done. "Selene, you must really have a death wish," she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to me, before swallowing and lifting her gaze again.

"It was... a slip of the hand," she said carefully. "Is there any chance you'll let me live, or if you're angry you can hit me back. I won't complain, but could you please be gentle, because I might faint if you hit me too hard." The way she said it, half serious and half nervous, was so unlike the fearless woman I knew that it made something in me soften despite myself.

I took a step closer, just enough to make her instinctively lean back, and she turned her face towards me and closed her eyes, bracing herself, and I could not help the faint, amused curve of my lips at how unexpectedly cute she looked like that. Instead of hurting her, I reached up and gently slid the hairpin from her hair, and when it fell free, her black-and-white strands spilled over her shoulders, framing her face and making her look even more alluring than before. For a moment, I simply looked at her like that.

She opened her eyes slowly and blinked when she noticed the harpin in my hand, her gaze shifting from my face to the small ornament between my fingers with a faint look of confusion. 2/3 11.53 Mon, Feb 16 Chapter 145 70% 55 vouchers I glared at him, my frustration burning hot, because this infuriating, terrifying man clearly had no intention of doing anything I wanted. What in the world was he trying to do now? Chloe's voice drifted closer through the corridor. "Huh... there are two people standing there.

Who are they?" she asked, and I could hear both her and Miles moving nearer with every step. I bit my lip, panic and calculation crashing together in my mind because the last thing I wanted was for Chloe or Miles to see Alpha Damien standing this close to me, and if that happened then everything I had been carefully hiding would shatter in a single moment. I lifted my eyes to Damien, then, without meaning to, my gaze slipped to his lips, and a treacherous memory rose up of how it had felt when I had kissed him before, it was far too intoxicating for my own good.

Damien watched me closely, clearly curious about what I was about to do, as if he already sensed that I was about to do something reckless. I let out a slow breath. "Alpha Damien," I murmured, and when he met my eyes I continued in a low, urgent voice, "lend me your body again." Before either of us could overthink it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. I hated how much I liked it.

The kiss was not deep at first, but the instant our lips touched, a rush of warmth spread through my body and a soft shudder slipped through me, and for a brief second I forgot about everything else, about how terrifying he was, about how complicated this was going to become, and about all the consequences waiting for me. I only knew that I was pressed against him, kissing him, and that it felt far too right.

His hands tightened around my waist, steady and possessive, and his other hand came up to my cheek, guiding my face gently but firmly as he kissed me back, catching me completely off guard. The soft contact turned intense in a heartbeat, and my back was pressed against the wall as though he meant to hold me there. My breath hitched, but I did not pull away, and instead I found myself gripping him even tighter, as if my body had decided for me that this was where I belonged. Somewhere in the distance I heard Chloe gasp. "Oh my goddess.. there are people making out there.

Let's go, Miles, we shouldn't bother them." "Wait," Miles said sharply. "Doesn't that look like Noah?" For a moment, everything seemed to stop. I wanted to turn my head, to see if they were really looking at me, but Damien's hand on my face was firm, holding me in place. Before I could react, he nipped lightly at my lower lip, stealing my breath and forcing a small, startled sound from me. When he had the chance, his tongue slipped into my mouth deepening the kiss. The world around us fell silent as I kissed him back, careful to keep his face hidden, shielding him from their view.

"Chloe," Miles said quietly but urgently, "let's go." I felt movement, heard their footsteps retreating, and then their voices faded until I could no longer hear them at all. They were gone. I should have pulled away then, I knew I should have, because that had been the whole point of this reckless act, but instead I realized with a mix of frustration and disbelief that my hands were tightening around him even more, as if my body was stubbornly refusing to let him go.

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