Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Selene As I said, I wasn't a kind person. And if I ever did something good, I expected something in return. The crowd turned toward me, murmuring in disbelief, apparently, gratitude without payment was still the moral standard here. Beside me, Evelyn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. I didn't need to look to know what that meant; she was probably horrified. The moonborn, asking strangers for money? She must have been wondering if I'd gone mad. But I didn't care. I wasn't one of those people obsessed with the title Moonborn like it was some divine badge.

Titles didn't feed you. Respect didn't buy clothes. I was the unwanted daughter of the Bloodrose family, and right now, we were just broke people trying to survive. If that meant charging strangers for a little help, then so be it. I was still young, and might as well start earning early. And besides, these men didn't look poor. Even with their faces hidden beneath cloaks and scarves, I could tell they were wealthy. The fabric alone gave them away, fine stitching, rare textures, the faint scent of something expensive and foreign. Whoever they were, they were important.

Curious as I was about their identities, I wasn't about to pry. All I needed was coins for my service. After that, they could go back to wherever they came from. I looked up at the man in front, the one who had spoken the least. He stood there in complete silence, staring at my hand that was still stretched toward him. For a while, he didn't move. His silence made me pay closer attention. What was he thinking? Was he insulted? Amused? I couldn't tell, and that only made me more curious. I tried to read his thoughts. I had no idea how to do it, but I knew I could if I focused enough.

So I concentrated on his energy, his expression, the faint shift in the air around him, waiting for that familiar buzz in my mind that usually came when someone's thoughts slipped through, but nothing happened. My brow creased. That was strange. Usually, if I looked long enough, people's thoughts would slip into my mind like a door quietly opening. I tilted my head, staring at him harder, but still nothing. 'Huh? Why is this woman staring at the lord like that?

Has she gone mad?' I turned slightly toward the voice and saw one of the men behind him watching me, his thoughts echoing clearly in my head. Another voice joined in, calm and feminine. 'She's a strange woman, but I won't deny she's strong.' My eyes flicked toward the woman in the group. 'She might be a threat. Should I just kill her now and be done with it? But... would he allow it? This is hard, I have no idea what he is thinking about and I don't want to offend him.' A third voice followed.

12:41 Tue, Dec 23 0 MG Chapter 90 My gaze slid to the last man, the one whose fingers twitched near his blade Their thoughts came to me easily, clear as spoken words. Yet when I turned back to the man in front, the one they called lord, and everything went silent I was like my ability had slammed into a wall. I frowned, my curiosity sparking Why couldn't I read him when the others thoughts flowed so easily into my mind? Did my ability not work on him or was he somehow blocking me? I crossed my arms, studying the man in front of me. This man was a mystery, cold, silent, unreadable.

Even now, standing this close, I couldn't sense a single emotion from him. It was unsettling. Most men fidgeted or averted their eyes when I stared too long, but not him. He just stood there, steady as a wall, as if nothing in the world could move him. Just when I thought he wasn't going to answer me, his low voice echoed. "Give it to her." My eyebrows shot up. What? I blinked at him, unsure if I'd heard correctly. Even his own men seemed stunned. They looked at him as if he'd just ordered them to hand over their heads. He's really giving me coins?

I thought, almost laughing at the absurdity of it. Did he actually take me seriously? I peeked at him again, trying to gauge his expression, but he was calm. The man standing just behind him hesitated, as though waiting for the order to be withdrawn. But when nothing changed, he turned to another man at his side. "Kaius." The one called Kaius looked up, startled, then quickly bowed his head. "Yes, my lord." He reached into his cloak and brought out a pouch. He walked toward me with the posture of someone who would rather be facing an executioner, not a girl demanding payment.

He stopped in front of Evelyn and handed her the pouch. Evelyn's eyes widened. She looked from the pouch to me, her lips parting in disbelief. "M-my lady," she whispered. "It's... it's heavy." 1 arched a brow, taking a step closer. Heavy? What was that supposed to mean? Rocks? Were they mocking me? Evelyn hesitated before loosening the strings. The sound of coins clinking filled the air, and when she opened it, we both froze. Our eyes widened in unison. The pouch wasn't filled with bronze or even silver. It was filled with gold. Pure, shining gold coins. Evelyn's jaw dropped.

"I-is this fake?" she stammered, staring at the glowing pieces. "How is the pouch filled with gold coins?!" I shook my head slowly, unable to tear my eyes away. "It's not fake," I murmured. The faintly metallic scent of real gold proved that. These were genuine. Even Alphas never carried more than a few gold coins at a time. Gold was rare, difficult to earn even for nobles, and yet these strangers, they had just handed me a pouch full of it like it was spare change. Who were these people? 12:41 Tue, Dec 23 MG.

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