Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Selene "How boring." The words slipped from my lips before I could even think about it. My tone was flat, and indifferent. The two men sitting at the table turned to me, their faces a mix of confusion and surprise. Evelyn, beside me, stiffened as if she wanted to disappear under the table. The man in white tilted his head slightly, golden eyes glinting with amusement. "Boring?" he repeated, as though he wasn't sure he'd heard me right. I nodded, meeting his gaze without flinching. "You're boring, old man." He blinked, and his brows arched in disbelief.

"Boring old man?" he echoed, as if testing how the words sounded coming from my mouth. "What gave you the idea I'm old? I'm quite young, actually. Twenty-eight." I shrugged. "It's only old men who think they can define what a person should or shouldn't like based on their gender. You must be one of those people who think a woman should like pretty things just because she's a woman, or that she can't fight just because she doesn't have a cock. So yes. You're an old man." The table went dead silent. Evelyn froze mid-breath, her face turning crimson.

The man in white's raised his brows slightly, while the one in black cloak just stared. Evelyn was the first to snap out of it. "My lady!" she gasped, grabbing my arm, mortified. "You-you can't say words like that." I blinked, turning to her slowly. Oh, right. I almost forgot, I was back in the body of an eighteen-year-old. I probably shouldn't be saying things like that so openly. But the habit was hard to kill. In my past lives, I'd commanded men twice my size who spat curses, and I'd learned to speak with a tone that made them listen. Words like that were nothing to me.

I sighed softly and nodded. "Alright, alright. I'll be careful." When I turned my gaze back to the two men, they were both watching me again. The one in black cloak's stare was unreadable, weighing me as though I were something worth studying. But the man in white laughed. A low, rough chuckle that drew curious glances from nearby tables. I looked at him, unimpressed. He leaned back in his chair, still smiling, eyes gleaming like he'd just discovered something rare. "Lady," he said, his voice rich with amusement, "you're interesting. I've never seen a woman like you before.

And it's not every day someone gets to impress me, especially a woman. And oh, this time around," he added with a teasing tilt of his head, "I'm not being a boring old man. I'm speaking the truth." Why was he talking as if I should care about that? As if I should feel honored that he found me interesting? His approval meant absolutely nothing. I ignored him, turning my gaze to the front where the auctioneer's voice echoed across the grand hall. Chapter 29 "Now, for the next item," the auctioneer said with a bright smile, gesturing toward the cloth-covered pedestal beside her.

"The item most people have been waiting for!" The room shifted, excitement rippling through the crowd. Chairs creaked as people leaned forward, their eyes gleaming with desire. I stayed still, fingers drumming lightly against the armrest, already predicting what would happen next. In a dramatic way, the woman pulled away the white cloth. Light spilled across the room. The crowd gasped. "Oh, Goddess," someone whispered, voice trembling in awe.

"They weren't lying, it's really the Moonstone Amulet." "That's incredible." "I heard it was lost decades ago." "It's worth so much, whoever gets it will be so lucky!" Their eyes burned with hunger, already calculating how much they could bid. When I glanced at the two men beside me, they hadn't moved. Their gazes weren't even directed at the amulet. It was as if something that dazzled everyone else in the room was little more than dust to them. The man in white smirked, gold eyes sliding toward me. "Not interested too?" "Hmm. Should I be?" His smile deepened, intrigued.

"I see." The auctioneer lifted her voice again, cutting through the murmurs. "As you all know, the Moonstone Amulet is a legendary artifact capable of strengthening a wolf's power during a battle. Though the enhancement is temporary, it grants a single wolf the strength of ten wolves. It is a rare treasure indeed, one our auction house was fortunate enough to acquire." The crowd grew louder, restless with excitement. "I'm sure many of you will be heartbroken if you fail to obtain it," the auctioneer continued, grinning. "So please, bid well!

The highest bidder will win!" As expected, several eyes turned toward one particular table, the one where Kane, Sienna, and Cross sat. "That's the Mooncrest temple group," someone whispered behind me. "He's definitely going to bid again." "Yeah," another muttered. "We have to make sure someone beats him this time. He's already taken half the rare items tonight." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd, people glaring daggers at Kane as if hatred could bankrupt him. The auctioneer raised her hand.

"Alright, we will start the bidding for the Moonstone Amulet at two hundred go-" "Five hundred gold coins." The hall fell silent, The auctioneer froze mid-sentence. Her mouth was still open, the words caught somewhere between her throat and her disbelief. Every head in the room turned, mine included. At the Mooncrest table, Cross had lazily raised his paddle. He was leaning back in his chair, eyes still closed, as if he hadn't 12:43 Tue, Dec 23 Chapter 29 just dropped the equivalent of a small fortune with a single breath. Kane blinked, then chuckled.

"You know that's not how bidding works," he said, his tone playful. "You're supposed to let them think they have a chance before you crush their hopes." Cross tilted his head slightly, not even opening his eyes. "That's a waste of time," he replied flatly. "It's faster to get it for Sienna without dealing with anyone." The room buzzed with disbelief. People were so stunned they didn't even know whether to clap or curse. "Five hundred gold coins?" someone whispered, voice trembling. "They're insane." "Insane, but gods, look at them," another woman said, fanning herself.

"Both handsome and rich? Their sister's so lucky." "I know right?" another one added bitterly. "I wish I had brothers like that." Across the hall, Sienna blushed prettily at the compliments, lowering her gaze shyly. The auctioneer, snapping herself out of the daze, cleared her throat and forced a bright smile. "Five hundred gold coins, going once, going twice..." She paused dramatically, though everyone already knew the outcome. "Sold!" The gavel came down. A heavy silence followed before the crowd erupted into murmurs again as the Moonstone Amulet was carefully removed from the stage.

The woman on stage clapped her hands together, her ruby-red lips stretching into a wide grin. "Oh, would you look at that! The auction tonight is even more interesting than I thought!" No one matched her excitement. The crowd, still bitter about losing the Moonstone Amulet, only murmured half-heartedly. The woman's smile didn't falter; she was far too experienced to be discouraged. "Come now," she said sweetly, "don't be sad. There are still plenty of items left! And our next lot is quite the mystery." Her tone carried just enough intrigue to pull everyone's attention back to the stage.

I arched an eyebrow, curious despite myself. "This next one," she continued, "isn't a single item but a collection, but a set of objects brought in together. Even we at the auction house have no idea what they are. But," she paused dramatically, "you never know when something that looks ordinary might turn out to be extraordinary." That caught people's attention. "Bring it in." At her command, two men appeared from the side of the stage, each carrying a large, old wooden box. They set it carefully on the table, and the auctioneer lifted the lid. A puff of dust rose into the air.

Inside the box lay a messy assortment of rusted trinkets and broken fragments, metal plates, cracked stones, a few dull gems, and objects so corroded it was impossible to tell what they once were. The crowd's interest died instantly. "What the hell is that?" someone muttered loudly. "That's just junk." 12:43 Tue, Dec 23 Chapter 29 "Yeah," another scoffed. "They're selling trash now? Who'd be crazy enough to buy something like that?" Laughter rippled through the room. Even Evelyn beside me looked unimpressed, tilting her head at the pile of rust and dust. But I felt my pulse quicken.

I leaned forward, eyes fixed on the box. Finally. A smile tugged at my lips. Finally, it was here. Without hesitation, I reached for the paddle resting on the table. Evelyn turned to me, wide-eyed and confused, while the two cloaked men at my table glanced my way with curiosity. I lifted the paddle high and said clearly, my voice slicing through the stunned silence. "One silver!" Gasps echoed around the hall. The crowd turned toward me as if I'd lost my mind.

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