Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Selene I was not a kind person. I never thought of myself as one. When you've been betrayed enough times, by the ones you trusted, kindness becomes a luxury you can't afford. I learned that long ago. To show kindness was to show weakness, and offer a blade to your own throat and smile while they twisted it. So no, what I did next wasn't out of kindness. It was instinct. The moment I heard the raised voices near the entrance of the marketplace, I felt a heavy bloodlust. It slithered through the crowd like smoke, pressing against my chest.

It wasn't coming from the guards, it was from the ones they were stupid enough to confront. Even before I saw them, I knew these people weren't ordinary. When I finally laid eyes on them, I understood why my instincts had reacted that way. There were four of them, each cloaked, their presence so heavy it seemed to bend the very air around them, especially the one standing at the front. He didn't even move, or speak, but I could feel that restrained power lurking around him. His bloodlust wasn't wild like the others. It was refined, tamed, and more dangerous than anything I'd ever sensed.

A man who could kill without blinking and sleep soundly after. Even standing several feet away, I could feel the threat rolling off him. My skin prickled. My instincts whispered one thing - run. Who the hell was he? When his head turned slightly and his gaze brushed over me, my breath caught in my throat. It was just a glance, yet my pulse quickened before I could stop it. Maybe it was because I was more attuned than the others, that I could feel his presence, brushing against my senses like a warning. I shifted my stance, forcing my body to relax.

The guard dragged his attention from the man's sword to the two of us standing nearby. His eyes raked over me and Evelyn, who stood close, clutching her bag. Our disguises were perfect, Bengal-style sarees with our faces and hair wrapped carefully. Only our eyes were visible. If he could see my hair, he would've recognised me immediately. "Who are you?" the guard demanded, his voice rough. "And how dare you interfere with an official investigation?" I tilted my head slightly, crossing my arms. Investigation?

That was a generous word for what this was, they were a couple of fools poking a beast with sticks. I definitely didn't feel bad for them. The men they were facing could kill them without effort, and part of me wanted to watch them be torn apart for their stupidity. But if that happened, it'd cause a commotion, and the auction house would go on alert. And if that happened, I wouldn't get my item. That was unacceptable. "I suggest," I said, meeting the guard's eyes through my veil, "that you lower your weapon before you lose more than your pride." The guard's jaw ticked at my words.

Chapter 18 For a moment, the street went utterly silent, the kind of silence that only comes when everyone knows something dangerous is about to happen. Every eye turned toward me. Even the group stopped moving. I could feel their attention on The guard's lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes darkened with irritation. "It seems a few of you have a death wish, have you forgotten who stands before you? I am a guard of the Mooncrest Royal Army." He straightened his shoulders, puffing up his chest as though his words carried divine weight. "I have the right to punish anyone for insolence.

Even death, if I find any of you suspicious." His smirk widened, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And yet, here you are, running your mouth instead of minding your business. Don't you fear for your life?" I sighed and rolled my eyes, unable to help it. This man was really full of it. Of all the guards in the royal army, the lowest rank was him, a glorified watch dog pretending to be a lion. And he dared to brag about that in front of me? If he only knew. In another lifetime, I'd commanded men stronger than him by the thousands.

Generals, strategists, and assassins, all of them had bowed to my orders. Compared to that, this loud fool was nothing more than a barking mutt. One flick of my wrist, and he'd be on his knees choking on his own pride. Beside me, Evelyn tugged at my arm nervously. "We shouldn't cause a scene, my lady," she whispered, her voice trembling. The guard snorted. "You heard your maid," he said mockingly. "You shouldn't cause a scene. Get out of here immediately before I lose my patience. I have more pressing matters to attend to." He turned back toward the group.

I followed his gaze, my eyes landing once again on the man in front of them. He hadn't moved an inch. Still, calm, hands at his sides, eyes locked on me. Yet the air around him was different. That gaze. It wasn't as simple as being seen. It felt as though his eyes peeled away every layer of disguise and composure I'd so carefully wrapped myself in. His gaze was steady, studying me, and assessing me, as if I were a puzzle piece that no longer fit where it once belonged. Goosebumps prickled along my arms. I quickly turned away, heart skipping a beat. What in the world was that?

Why was his stare affecting me like this? I shook my head sharply, snapping out of it, and faced the guard again. "You see, I'm afraid I can't do that." The guard blinked, thrown off. "What?" I smiled under the veil. "Leave, I mean. I can't do that." His expression hardened, anger flashing across his face, but I continued smoothly, my tone almost bored. "And besides," I added, "you're inconveniencing everyone here. These people aren't dangerous." 18 Lie. "They're people I know." Another lie, one I delivered without a flinch.

If this arrogant fool thought I'd step aside and let him ruin my day, and risk the auction, then he was wrong. 田 AD Comment Send gift No Ads 12:41 Tue, Dec 23 M Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.