Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Damien Those confident eyes. That effortless, lazy grace. I had never seen a woman like her. She spoke as if the world were nothing more than pieces on a board, and everyone around her was a pawn, disposable at her whim. Every word was a calculation, and everyone else was already struggling to keep up. I prided myself on reading people. It was both a craft and a tool. But with her, I was powerless. I couldn't tell what she thought, couldn't guess what she wanted. She was a knot I couldn't untangle, and knots fascinated me. The more I watched, the more curious I became.

'You're curious, Damien. She intrigues you too,' Thane rumbled in my mind, amused as always. I raised an eyebrow. 'You're awfully chatty today. One more word and I will cut you off,' 'Hmm, and you're awfully easy to rile today. I'll listen for now. But don't let her slip away. Her scent calms me. I want her, Damien.' Thane replied, voice laced with hunger. I ignored my wolf and kept my focus on her. Who was this woman to make Thane bare his teeth in interest? He looked ready to pounce the moment I gave him the chance. The guard stepped forward, face twisted with fury.

"You damned woman," he spat. "If you won't follow orders, I won't waste my breath. I'll be the first to destroy you." He closed the distance, blade angled in his hand. Jason moved, his hand going to his sword. "My lord?" he asked, as if seeking permission to finish it quickly. "Stand back," I said flatly. Jason went still immediately. I wanted to see what she would do. Some people broke under pressure; others burned brighter. The guard's arrogance was dull, but the woman's calm composure intrigued me. The guard raised his sword toward her, the blade glinting.

For a moment, I expected something predictable. Instead, she glanced to the side. My attention snapped there too. I caught movement at the edge of my vision, there was a shadow between the trees, half hidden, someone about to step forward. Was she really planning to let someone handle it? I narrowed my eyes, but then she did something that caught me off guard. She shook her head, signaling for the person to stand down. Interesting. I tilted my head, watching the scene unfold with curiosity. What was she thinking?

The guard's sword gleamed as he raised it higher, sunlight flashing along the blade. Her maid moved instinctively, stepping in front of her like a shield, arms spread wide, eyes squeezed shut. "No!" she cried. Brave, but foolish. The guard didn't stop. His blade came down in a vicious arc, but before it could land, a blur of movement cut through the air. A pale, delicate hand snapped up and caught his wrist mid-swing. The sound of steel halted in midair. The street went deathly still. Every breath seemed to vanish at once.

Even Yara, ever composed, muttered under her breath, "What the hell..." 12:41 Tue, Dec 23 Chapter 19 My brows lifted slightly. The rest of my face remained calm, but my eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise. That fragile-looking woman, small enough for the guard to break with one hand, was holding him in place with effortless strength. His sword trembled midair, frozen, while she stood still, unbothered. The maid blinked, her eyes wide with disbelief, staring at her mistress as if she'd never truly seen her before. The guard's face drained of color.

His mouth opened, voice shaking as he stammered, "You-how...?" Her eyes had shifted. The indifference from before was gone, replaced by pure, searing anger. Her fingers clenched around his wrist, and a crack echoed, the sound of bone yielding under impossible force. "AHH!" The guard's scream ripped through the air as his sword fell to the ground. The crowd froze at the sight. "Did she just-break his hand?!" someone yelled. "Yes... she really did," another stammered, voice trembling with disbelief. Even the second guard flinched, unable to look away as his comrade was held fast by a woman.

She ignored them all. Her grip didn't falter, her blue eyes glowed faintly, a lighter shade creeping in. I recognized the tension radiating from her, she was teetering on the edge of losing control. Her maid stepped forward hesitantly, touching her hand. "M-My lady... you can't hurt him." The woman blinked, as if shaking off a trance. Her gaze dropped to the guard's wrist, then to his twisted, pained expression, before letting go. "Ah," she said, dusting her hand lightly, "it seems I got carried away again.". My lips curled up before I could stop them. Got carried away?

That wasn't the look of someone who got carried away. That was the look of a mad warrior, someone who'd seen blood, lived through it, and didn't hesitate to draw it again. All because a guard almost struck her maid. She sighed softly. "Let's not make this into a big deal," she said, like she hadn't just broken a man's wrist in front of a crowd. The guard, clutching his mangled hand, glared up at her. "You little bitch-" he started, but she ignored him. Instead, she turned to her maid, took the bag from her hands, and reached inside.

Her fingers emerged clutching a white pendant, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. Gasps spread through the crowd. The maid's eyes widened in shock. The guard froze mid-sentence, his face paling "W-Where did you get the Temple pendant?" he stammered, stumbling back. The woman only tilted her head and shrugged. "You don't need to know. But since I have this, that means my identity, and theirs, are confirmed. I'm associated with the Temple. You wouldn't dare treat us like criminals, right?" Silence. The guard stared at her, clearly fighting between fear and humiliation.

Finally, he bowed stiffly. "You're right. I apologize for the trouble, my lady. We'll... take our leave." He turned sharply to the other guard. "Let's go." 12:41 Tue, Dec 23 @ MG. Chapter 19 The man nodded fast. They both hurried off, not daring to look back. When they were gone, she let out a quiet sigh. Her maid hurried to her side, inspecting her arm, worry etched across her face. For a brief moment, the woman's smile was soft, and she didn't seem dangerous at all. "I can't believe you actually took Lady Sienna's Temple pendant, my lady," her maid whispered. "What?

I don't have one, I thought taking it would make the journey easier, people are just as scared of the temple as they are of the palace," she replied, then paused. She turned her head; our eyes locked, and she lingered for a moment, studying me as intently as I had studied her. Then. without a word, she started walking toward me. Jason took a half-step forward, instinctively ready to intervene. One look from me, and he froze in place. She stopped before me, her presence oddly serene. I looked down at her as she lifted a hand toward me. I didn't move. Neither did my men.

Even her maid looked perplexed, eyes flicking nervously between us. The woman's smile turned sly as she twisted her fingers into the familiar gesture for coins. "I saved your lives," she said, her tone casual, but a mischievous sparkle danced in her eyes. "Don't you think I deserve a reward for that?" AD Comment Send gift No Ads 12:41 Tue, Dec 23 @ MG Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.