Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Selene I landed softly on the grass, the edges of my dress fluttering in the night breeze as my boots touched the ground with barely a sound. The air was cool, scented faintly with the sweet fragrance of moonflowers blooming along the temple walls. A startled gasp echoed beside me. "My lady!" Evelyn yelped, and when I turned, she was standing there, wide-eyed, one hand clutching the strap of the bag across her chest as she stared up at the towering temple wall I had just jumped from. I dusted my hands against my dress, straightening. "Don't look at me like that.

It's not that tall." Her mouth fell open slightly, her gaze flickering between the twenty-foot wall and me as if comparing the two. "Not that tall?" she repeated in disbelief. "My lady, what if you had injured yourself?" I smiled, brushing a stray lock of black hair from my face. "Then it would've been a quick way to test my recovery speed." Evelyn made a strangled sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. "You're unbelievable, my lady." I chuckled and stepped closer. "I can't go through the entrance. If anyone sees me leaving the temple, there'll be endless questions.

Jumping was simply faster." She shook her head in disbelief, still clutching the bag. "Did you get the clothes?" I asked. "Yes, my lady," she said quickly, brightening. She opened the bag and pulled it down slightly to show me what was inside. Two long, beautifully patterned dresses, one in deep blue, the other in rich red, peeked from within. I raised a brow. "These are...?" Evelyn smiled shyly. "Sarees, my lady. My pack wears them often.

Since people from different tribes will be at the auction, we can blend in with them." Ah, Evelyn wasn't born in the Mooncrest Pack; she was from the Bengal Pack, known for their exotic silks, strength, and enigmatic ways. I didn't know much about her past, only that a woman from her pack had brought her to the temple before she disappeared. From that day on, Evelyn had served quietly by my side. A small smile tugged at my lips. "Perfect choice," I said. "No one will suspect a thing." Evelyn nodded eagerly. And, as if remembering something, she straightened. "What about the coins, my lady?

I brought some of my salary, just in case you couldn't find any." Her words made me chuckle. I reached into the folds of my dress and pulled out a small, velvet pouch. The golden embroidery caught the sunlight, glittering faintly. I held it up between two fingers, grinning. "Oh, I got it." Evelyn leaned closer, squinting. When she recognized the delicate crest stitched into the fabric, her eyes widened so fast I almost laughed. "My lady," she breathed, her voice hushed but filled with shock. "That's... that's Lady Sienna's pouch!" I tilted my head innocently, tucking it back into my dress.

"Is it?" "My lady!" she whispered urgently. "You stole from Lady Sienna?" "Stole? Evelyn, I simply took what's mine. Consider it... reclaimed interest for years of unpaid debt." 12:41 Tue, Dec 23 MG. Chapter 17 Evelyn pressed a hand to her. "You're serious..." SCE I smirked, turning toward the forest path that led away from the temple. "Completely. Now, come along. We have an auton to attend." Damien The streets were loud and crowded. Vendors shouted to get attention, and children laughed as they ran between the stalls.

I walked forward with my hood pulled low, blending into the noise and chaos. Behind me, Jason, Yara, and Kaius followed quietly. Even with our faces hidden, people still turned to stare. I ignored the stares and kept walking. We hadn't gone far before two guards stepped into our path, blocking the way. "Show us your identity," one of them ordered. I stopped, tilting my head slightly. They couldn't see my face beneath the hood, but the moment my gaze lifted to meet theirs, both men stiffened. Their hands twitched toward their weapons, trembling slightly.

"I didn't realize walking down a public street required an identity check," Jason said calmly, his voice firm. The guards exchanged a look. The bigger one, a man with a jagged scar running across his cheek, stepped forward, puffing out his chest. "You don't need an identity to walk, but you people look suspicious. It's our duty to keep the pack safe. So be smart, show us your identity, and you can leave quietly..." His gaze locked on me, narrowing. "Or are you planning to obstruct our duty, rogue?" Behind me, the air shifted. My warriors were already on edge.

Jason's low growl rumbled through the air. I didn't need to look back to know his hand was already on the hilt of his sword. "If you can't control your tongue, I'll gladly tear it out myself," he snarled. Before his sword could even clear its sheath, my voice cut through the tension. "Enough." Jason stilled at once, muscles tense beneath his cloak. The guards laughed, mistaking restraint for fear. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? We didn't say anything wrong, did we? You people look out of place, no pack dresses like that.

So what does that make you?" He leaned eyes gleaming with mockery, He drew his sword, pointing it directly at me. "Rogues, hiding in disguise. And rogues aren't welcome in Mooncrest territory." I didn't flinch. "The last man who pointed a sword at me never got the chance to lower it," I said, my tone calm but laced with warning. My eyes flashed red for a moment, and the guard's smirk faltered. Instinctively, he took a step back, his grip on the blade tightening. "Oh, goddess, did you see that?" Chapter 17 "I saw it, look at them, they're actually scared of him." "Scared? Of one man?

Tch, guards these days are pathetic." The murmurs spread quickly, voices overlapping as the crowd leaned closer. His jaw clenched. He planted his feet, drove the blade toward my throat and hissed, "Refuse to do what I say, and I'll cut you down within minutes." I sighed. I'd hoped to pass through Mooncrest without bloodshed, but it seemed I'd have to change my plans. "You failed to comply with my orders. For that, you and your people will die." The guard sliced the air with his sword. "Should I handle this, my lord?" Kaius murmured behind me. The blade fell in a blur.

I was still weighing my next move when a woman's voice cut across the street. "Isn't it a little early to start killing people?" Everyone turned toward the voice. I almost ignored it, until Thane growled low in my head, a sound that rumbled with approval. 'I like her scent, Damien.' My brow lifted. He liked her scent? Thane rarely spoke unless I summoned him. He preferred silence, retreating deep inside me until I needed him. But now, out of nowhere, he was speaking, and about a scent? My curiosity stirred. I turned toward the source of his interest.

A woman stood there, arms crossed, her face mostly hidden, only her piercing blue eyes visible. There was something about them, something that made my wolf shift restlessly inside me. 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.