Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 157 Chloe It all felt like a flash. 46% 10 vouchers One moment the whistle blew, and the next moment bodies were already hitting the ground, swords clashing, and blood spraying across the arena floor as if it were nothing more than spilled water. People screamed in pain as blades cut into their flesh, and others roared in triumph as they struck their opponents down. The metallic scent of blood filled the air that it became hard to breathe, yet the crowd surrounding the arena continued to cheer loudly, their excitement rising with every death. They enjoyed it.

They enjoyed watching people fight for their lives. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the hilt of my sword as I forced myself not to look away. All my life, I had been known as something delicate, and fragile, a young lady meant to sit quietly in the background and receive the kind of training deemed appropriate for someone of my status. I was never supposed to stand in an arena like this, never supposed to raise a weapon against another living person. All my life, my role had already been decided for me by the people around me.

I was not given the right to speak freely, nor was I given the right to choose the path I truly wanted. My future had been arranged like a carefully written script, and I was expected to follow it without question, smiling sweetly while doing so. There were only two people who ever saw me differently. My grandfather and my uncle. My grandfather was stern with everyone else in the pack, his presence alone enough to silence a room, yet when it came to me, his voice always softened. He saw something in me that others refused to acknowledge. He saw potential.

He told me that I should follow my own path and become whoever I wanted to be, even if the world disapproved. It was because of him that I found the courage to come here. But the truth is, I was never obsessed with becoming a warrior the way many of the contestants here are. Unlike the spectators who shout excitedly at every strike, I do not enjoy watching people bleed. I do not feel thrilled when someone falls to the ground and never rises again. I hate killing. I hate seeing others die. The only reason I am here is because I am searching for an answer.

I thought that if I stood in this arena and fought with my own hands, I would finally understand whether this path truly belonged to me. Even now, as another match ends and the lone survivor stands drenched in blood, I still do not know the answer. I do not know whether I like being a warrior. But something good did come out of this. My gaze shifts instinctively to Noah, who is leaning back with his eyes closed as if he were merely resting under a tree instead of standing beside a battlefield.

A small, unconscious smile forms on my lips at the sight of him, Because of my position in the pack, I have met countless people throughout my life. I have seen men with charming smiles and hidden agendas, allies who approached me and suitors who saw me as nothing more than a valuable connection. Noah is different. He is mysterious, and sometimes I cannot read what he is thinking, but I have never once felt that he wanted something from me. He does not hover around me with ulterior motives, nor does he try to manipulate me with sweet words.

1/3 O < 13:06 Mon, Feb 23 Chapter 157 He treats me differently from everyone else. 46% EZ 10 vouchers He does not treat me like a fragile flower that must be protected from the wind. He looks at me as though he sees strength in me, as though he believes in my potential even when I doubt it myself. Somewhere along the way, without me even realizing when it began, I started to fall in love with him. Noah means more to me than he probably knows. And this time I will protect him. Even if I have to lose my life, I will do it.

"Number eighteen!" The loud announcement slices through my thoughts, making my heart jump violently in my chest. That is me. I lift my head, and at the same time, Noah opens his eyes. For someone who looked like he had been asleep this entire time, his gaze is sharp and clear as it lands on me. He does not say anything. He does not need to. The way he looks at me is enough. It is as if he is silently telling me that I can do this, that I am stronger than I think, that I do not have to be afraid. My grip on my sword steadies.

Whatever answer I am searching for, perhaps I will find it in that arena. I nodded at Noah and gave him a small smile, trying to show him that I was not afraid, even though my heart was beating so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. "Go and beat their asses, Chloe," Miles said with a grin, his confidence in me so natural that it almost made me laugh. I smiled at him too, warmth spreading through my chest despite the cold tension in the arena. I was lucky.

For the first time in my life, I had two people standing beside me who genuinely cared about me, not because of my status, and my family name, but because I was simply Chloe. "Do not worry," I said softly. "I will." Before stepping forward, I reached up and removed the protective amulet Noah had given me yesterday. The small charm felt warm in my palm, almost as if it carried his presence within it. "Hold this for me, please," I said. Noah looked at the amulet for a brief second before taking it back without a word. His fingers brushed mine for the shortest moment.

I took a deep breath and turned away, forcing my legs to move toward the arena. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I did not stop until I crossed into the fighting match. Eight people were already inside. The moment they noticed me, most of them smirked. "Aww, would you look at that," one of them mocked loudly. "Little Miss Delicate is here, about to die. Nobody will be here to protect you this time." They all burst into laughter. Another man tilted his head and added, "If you want to keep your life, you can still run away now. Once the match starts and 2/3 O 13:06 Mon, Feb 23 AA.

Chapter 157 the real warriors begin fighting, we might not feel merciful enough to let you escape." More laughter followed, this time joined by the crowd. ཊཱི, 46% 10 vouchers "Why are they letting weak people fight when they will surely die" someone shouted from the stands. "What is the meaning of this?" "At least we know who we should not sponsor," another voice replied, and the laughter grew louder. I did not react or look at them. I simply tightened my grip on my sword, holding it close to my chest. Their words stung, but I had heard worse my entire life.

Being underestimated was nothing new to me. One of the men glanced around and frowned. "We are nine. Who is the tenth?" As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of steady footsteps echoed toward us. The atmosphere changed instantly. Every single person turned toward the entrance of the arena, and the color drained from their faces as they saw him. The prince. He walked toward us with an unhurried pace, his presence alone enough to suffocate the air.

There was no visible aggression in his expression, no dramatic display of power, yet it felt as though a demon had stepped into the ring, one capable of bringing everyone here to their knees within a minute. He entered the match with a bored look on his face, his gaze sweeping over the warriors as though they were insignificant insects. For a brief second, his eyes lingered on me for a second. Then he looked away, as if I were not interesting enough to hold his attention. The eight warriors who had been laughing moments ago now looked as though they were about to collapse.

"I-I can not do this," one of them stammered. "I am going to die." "Yes," another added desperately. "This is not fair. He will kill us The crowd erupted into laughter again, but this time it was directed at them. "Look at them trembling. Are they really warriors?" "They are a disgrace!" Their faces turned red with shame. Warriors hated nothing more than being called cowards. I ignored them. I only stared at the one man I had been watching this entire time. The whistle blew sharply, cutting through the noise. I raised my word, my grip firm.

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