Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 153 Selene "Noah!" Miles' voice rang across the inner arena, loud and far too energetic for this ungodly hour. I slowly lifted my head and saw him in the distance, waving both arms at me as if I might somehow miss him. I sighed and shook my head. How could someone possibly be in such a good mood this early in the morning? When they woke me up at dawn, I genuinely felt like I was being dragged back from the dead. I hated being woken up early. It messed with my head, soured my temper, and left me in a foul mood for the rest of the day.

Even in my past lives, I remembered how my warriors used to tiptoe into my chambers to wake me before sunrise. As punishment, I would make them run drills all night until they collapsed onto their beds, only to wake them up at dawn again so they could understand exactly how it felt. It was only fair, and I was a crazy commander back in the days. To make matters worse, I had barely slept at all last night. Usually, the moment my body touched a bed, I would fall asleep instantly. I loved sleeping. It was one of my few uncomplicated pleasures.

But last night my mind had been far to restless, crowded with thoughts I could not quiet, most of them circling back to one infuriating, dangerous man. Alpha Damien. What happened between us yesterday replayed in my mind again and again, every glance, every touch, every word. I kept asking myself what I was supposed to do about him, and the more I thought about it, the more tangled everything became. He occupied my thoughts so completely that sleep never truly stood a chance.

I pressed a hand to my forehead and then sat down unceremoniously on the floor, leaning my back against one of the cold stone pillars. I closed my eyes, ignoring the curious stares from other contestants and the distant roar of the crowd already gathering in the outer arena. Footsteps approached. A moment later, Miles plopped down beside me on the floor without hesitation. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head as he studied my face You look tired." "That's because I am tired," I replied flatly without opening my eyes.

"I am so tired and so bored of fighting that I sincerely hope today's tournament is something simple." He chuckled softly. "Let me guess. You don't want to lift a single finger like yesterday, right?" "Exactly," I said without shame. "Well," he continued, clearly amused, "I'm sorry to inform you that you won't be that lucky today. I heard that in today's challenge everyone has to participate directly, and they banned the use of protective spells in the tournament. You'll have to remove any protective charms before entering the arena." I opened one eye and glanced at him before nodding slowly.

"I figured they would do something like that eventually." "And," he added casually, "where is Chloe?" 1/5 96% Chapter 153 "She said she had somewhere to go on our way here," I answered "She'll be back." 55 voucher "And you just let her go alone?" Miles asked, raising an eyebrow. Aren't you worried someone might ambush her?" I tapped the necklace resting against my collarbone. "That's what this is for." Understanding dawned on his face, and he smiled. "Ah, yes. The famous protective charm.

I almost forgot who I'm talking to." I leaned my head back against the pillar again, but then something from last night resurfaced in my mind. My eyes opened fully this time. "Miles," I said slowly, turning my head to look at him, "what does it mean when someone gives another person their hairpin?" Miles smirked the moment my question left my lips, and instead of answering immediately, his gaze drifted upward to my hair. "Another one?" he asked lightly, leaning closer as if inspecting it. And a golden one too. That's rare and expensive. I wonder which powerful man gave you that.

Was it the one you were with yesterday?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're really popular with both men and women, Noah." I stared at him for a long moment before lifting my hand and lightly knocking my knuckles against his head. "Stop saying stupid things and answer the question," He chuckled, rubbing the spot dramatically. "Fine, fine. No need to get violent this early in the morning." He straightened slightly, though the teasing smile never left his face. "In the Crimson Pack," he began, "giving someone your hairpin a way of showing interest.

It means you want that person to become yours. And if the other person accepts it, that means they agree to belong to you." I closed my eyes slowly. I had suspected as much. But I had hoped I was wrong. A low groan escaped my lips as I pressed my fingers against my temple. What exactly had I done? Strangely, I was not even as worried about Damien as I probably should have been. I was more worried about Chloe. How had I not noticed? How had I failed to see the way she looked at me, the slight flush in her cheeks, the softness in her voice whenever she said my name?

Maybe it was because I never once considered that she would fall for someone like me. I was lazy, detached, and rarely put effort into pleasing anyone. Most women admired men who were passionate about fighting, men who radiated strength and ambition. I did not hate fighting. I simply did not care for it enough to make it my entire personality. Since the beginning of this tournament, I had been. doing the bare minimum, choosing convenience over glory whenever possible. Now I had no idea how to stop this situation from growing more complicated.

2/5 Chapter 153 96% 13 55 Vouche Chloe believed I was a man. I did not want to lead her on, especially under false pretenses. And I certainly did not want to hurt her. Whether I liked it or not, I had begun to grow fond of her. She felt less like a romantic interest and more like a younger sister who had somehow attached herself to me. Miles glanced at me from the side. "You look like someone carrying the weight of the world. Hate to be you." I opened one eye lazily. "Don't you have anything better to do?" "Not really," he replied cheerfully.

Before I could respond, a loud voice echoed through the inner allena from the overhead speakers. "Good morning, everyone! Today is the second day of the Rite Tournament. I hope you all had a wonderful sleep." The host's voice was bright and theatrical, and the crowd in the outer arena erupted into cheers. "Thank the Goddess," she continued smoothly, "because today will be just as fun as yesterday. Let us welcome our warriors!" The cheers grew louder, almost deafening. Contestants began moving toward the outer arena, some running with excitement, others walking with confidence.

I sighed for what felt like the third time that morning and pushed myself to my feet. Miles rose immediately after me, stretching as if he had just woken from a pleasant nap rather than witnessing loodshed yesterday. When we stepped into the outer arena, the noise intensified. The crowd was much larger than before, filling nearly every seat, their eyes glittering with anticipation as they stared down at the battleground. I scanned the elevated seats reserved for the important figures. Yara was there. Kaius was there. But the seat Damien had occupied yesterday was empty.

My gaze lingered on it longer than necessary. I should have felt relieved. His absence should have allowed me to breathe easier, to focus without worrying about crimson eyes tracking my every move. And yet, a faint displeasure stirred within me. I frowned at myself, annoyed by the unexpected disappointmen curling in my chest. Why did it matter whether he was here or not? The host's voice rang out again. "Before we begin today's matches, we will be doing things a little differently." The crowd gradually quieted, leaning forward in anticipation.

"After we pair the contestants," she continued, "the audience will be allowed to place bets with money on who will last in each match. The total amount wagered will be given to the winning contestant. You may also choose to sponsor your preferred warrior, and if they perform well, you will earn a portion in return." For a brief second there was silence, then the entire arena exploded into cheers. The spectators loved it. Even many of the contestants looked pleased at the idea of earning money along with survival. Gold had a way of dulling fear, even in a place like this.

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