Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 156 Miles ས ཏཱི, 46%- 10 vouchers "Look at him. He is a devil. All of our family are important scholars in the pack, so why is he always playing around with a sword?" "He is very strange. He is still so young and yet he is already this killed with blades. No one else in our generation is good with weapons, but he moves like he was born holding one. Do you think he is really part of the Lee family?" "Who knows? He is the youngest son of the Lee head after all. His father and his eldest brother let him do whatever he wants, and he never follows the Lee family rules anyway.

That boy is just strange." Those were the words I grew up hearing, whispered behind my back in corridors lined with ancient books, murmured by relatives during family gatherings, and sometimes spoken boldly enough that I could hear them. In the Crimson Pack, there are five prominent families, each carrying a responsibility that keeps the pack strong and balanced, and the Lee family stands among them as the pillar of knowledge and strategy. We are known as the scholars, the thinkers, the problem-solvers who sit behind polished wooden desks and draft solutions while others execute them.

When a crisis arises, when politics grow complicated, or when alliances begin to crack, it is the Lee family that the pack calls upon. Even the current Beta, Jason, my eldest brother, comes from our bloodline, and he is praised as one of the most intelligent men in the entire territory, second only to the Alpha himself. Our family is supposed to be perfect in its own refined way, using intellect rather than brute force to protect the pack and help it prosper. That is how it was meant to be. That is how it remained, until I was born.

Unlike the rest of the Lees, I was never brilliant with books, and no matter how many tutors were hired or how many late nights I was forced to spend in the library, I simply could not bring myself to care about theories, history scrolls, or strategic manuscripts. No, that is not entirely honest. It was not that I could not understand them; it was that I hated being trapped by them. I hated the suffocating silence of the study halls and the way everyone expected me to nod thoughtfully at discussions that made my head throb with boredom.

While the others were praised for their analytical skills and near-perfect academic achievements, I was the disappointment who slipped out of the estate to train with swordsmen at the edge of the pack territory. My eldest brother was different from me in many ways, but in one way we were the same: neither of us wanted to be chained by the expectations of our lineage. The difference was that he possessed a mind sharp enough to cut through any political problem with ease, and he used that brilliance to carve his own path.

Instead of remaining a scholar hidden in the background, he fought fiercely to become the Alpha's Beta. For the most powerful man in the West to personally appoint you as his Beta is a dream countless people chase their entire lives, yet my brother achieved it through his capability. I have always respected him for that. Watching him stand at the Alpha's right hand was the first time truly wanted something for myself.

I did not want to inherit a title simply because of my surname, and I did not want to be introduced as "another Lee scholar." I wanted to be recognized for who I was, not for the family that birthed me. That was when my obsession with becoming a warrior truly began. To others, it might have looked like rebellion or a desperate attempt to gain attention, but to me it was neither of those things. When I held a sword in my hand and felt its weight settle into my palm, something inside me felt free. I felt free in a way I never did while staring at ink-stained pages.

I was not fighting to become famous or to outshine anyone. 1/4 O Chapter 156 I was fighting because, in battle, I did not have to pretend to be the scholar I was never meant to be. In battle, I could simply be Miles. 46% 10 vouchers These past few days, I have felt freer than I have ever felt in my tire life, and fighting has become even more interesting to me, not because of the structure of the challenges or the number of warriors gathered here, but because of one particular person who has completely changed the way I see everything. Noah.

I have met countless warriors throughout my life, prodigies from noble families, and even seasoned veterans who have survived more battles than I can count, yet I always believed that none of them truly embodied everything a warrior should be until I met him. He is different. It is in the way he looks at people, as if he can peel back their ski the way he speaks, saying things others are too afraid to admit. I surface, yet sharp when it truly matters. and see the truth underneath with a single glance.

It is in is in the way he carries himself, lazy and indifferent on the Sometimes, when I stand beside him, I feel as though I am standing before something ancient and sacred, like the presence of the Moon Goddess herself wrapped in the body of a young man. There are moments when his aura feels less human and more like that of a seasoned general who has walked through countless battlefields. To me, Noah is not ordinary. He is far from ordinary.

While others see a lazy fighter who draws protective spells and avoids unnecessary effort, I see the terrifying strength hidden beneath that calm exterior. I see the confidence of someone who knows exactly how powerful he is and simply chooses not to display it unless he feels like it. And strangely enough, I trust him. I am not someone who trusts easily. Growing up in the Lee familly taught me to analyze everyone and everything, to assume that people always have ulterior motives.

Yet lately, I have found myself following Noah's words without hesitation, almost instinctively aligning myself with him as if it is the most natural hing in the world. At this point, if Noah were to casually tell me to kill everyone in his arena, I am certain that I would not even question him. I run a hand through my hair and let out a quiet scoff under my breath. "I cannot believe I have become such a simp," I mutter. "And not just for anyone, but for a man." My gaze drifts toward him again.

He is sitting down with his eyes closed, looking as though he might fall asleep at any moment despite the tension in the arena. Warriors around us are shifting nervously, gripping their weapons tightly as they wait for their turn, yet Noah has the audacity to yawn. I have met many people who pretend not to care because they want to appear cool or unbothered, but Noah is not pretending. He genuinely does not care. There is something slightly insane about that level of indifference. No, not slightly.

He is truly crazy when he wants to be, and when he gets angry, there is something deeply dangerous about him that even I cannot fully comprehend. The thought makes my lips curl upward. 2/4 ||| O < 13:06 Mon, Feb 23 A Chapter 156 I am actually excited about the future for the first time in my life Just as I am lost in those thoughts, a shadow falls over me. ༥. 46%- 10 vouchers I blink and look up to find a man standing directly in front of me, his sword pointed toward my chest, his expression twisted with determination and fear. Only then do I notice the chaos around me.

The whistle has already blown. The fight has begun. All around us, warriors are clashing, and the scent of blood thickens the air, yet I had not even realized it because I was too busy staring at Noah like an idiot. I frown slightly at the man in front of me, annoyed that he has interrupted my thoughts. How troublesome. I guess it is time to get this little exercise over with so I can return to watching the only person here who truly interests me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at the man in front of me with mild irritation.

"Get out of my sight," I told him calmly, as if he were nothing more than a servant blocking my path rather than someone pointing a sword at my chest. He smirked at my words. "Remember me?" he asked mockingly. I am the man you almost killed yesterday. Since this is an official challenge, I can finally get rid of you without consequences. Boys, surround him. Let us take care of this worm first." At his command, the remaining seven men in our group moved in smoothly, forming a tight circle around me as they raised their weapons with cruel smiles spreading across their faces.

Their confidence was amusing, as if they truly believed that numbers alone could bridge the gap between us. I let out a quiet sigh and glanced over their shoulders toward Noah one more time. "Ten seconds," I said lightly, returning my gaze to the men around me. "That is all I will need before I go back to him." The men frowned, clearly confused by my words, and one of them even opened his mouth as if to ask what I meant. They never got the chance. In one smooth motion, I pulled out the small knife concealed against my chest.

The blade was shorter than their swords, almost laughably small in comparison, and I could see the ridicule forming in their eyes as they prepared to mock me. The laughter never came. Before the sound could leave their throats, I flicked my wrist and swung the blade in a single arc. For a split second, nothing happened, and the men continued to stand there, their expressions still twisted with arrogance. Then, almost simultaneously, all seven of them dropped to the ground.

Their bodies hit the floor with dull thuds, their eyes wide open i disbelief, as though even in their final moments they did not understand what had occurred. A thin cut marked each of their necks, so clean that there was barely any blood at first glance. The arena fell into complete silence. Even the other contestants froze as they stared at the scene before them in horror. "gods..." someone in the crowd whispered.

"Just one swing" 3/4 ||| OFF < 13.06 Mon, Feb 23 Chapter 156 ༥ ཊཱི 46%2 10 vouchers "What terrifying power," another voice muttered, and more murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowds. I ignored them all. None of it mattered. Before the host could even recover enough to announce the result, I hopped down from the fighting stage and began walking back toward Noah as though I had simply finished a brief errand. "Woah," Chloe smiled as I approached. "That was so cool, Miles! I gave her a small smile. "Thank you." But my attention was already on Noah.

He did not look surprised, or particularly interested. It was almost as if he had expected nothing less from me, as if my victory had been the most natural outcome in the world. He gave a small nod. "Not bad." That was all he said. Not bad. Yet my heart began to pound wildly against my ribs, a strange warmth spreading through my chest at those simple words. I felt absurdly satisfied, and ridiculously happy, as though I had just been awarded the highest honor imaginable. Noah complimented me. And somehow, that mattered more than the stunned silence of the entire arena.

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