Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Adrian I watched her leave the auction hall, the woman with the calm eyes and that expression that said she didn't care about a single soul in the room. She didn't even glance back once. For a long moment, I just sat there, my face blank.. That woman... I didn't know what it was about her, but something didn't add up. She felt familiar, and yet, with the way she carried herself, I was sure I'd never met her before. I frowned slightly, eyes narrowing at the door she'd disappeared through. If I'd met a woman like her before, I would've remembered.

"Prince Adrian?" The deep voice cut through my thoughts. I turned, meeting the amused gaze of the man sitting beside me, he was dressed in white, a lazy grin on his lips. Alpha Tristan, the crazy alpha who had come to discuss business with my father. "You're lost in thought," Tristan said, smirking. "Or is it that you're thinking about someone?" I didn't react, though his words hit a little too close. "You're imagining things," I said flatly. He chuckled, resting his chin on his knuckles. "Hmph. Am I?" I didn't bother replying to that question. Instead, I said, "I apologise.

You said you wanted to purchase the red sword, but someone else took it before it was even auctioned." Tristan tilted his head back and gave a short laugh, clearly unbothered. "Ah, yes. It's fine. Maybe the Moon Goddess is telling me to let it go." He grinned, but there was something dangerous in his eyes, the kind that made most men step back. "After all, if I took that sword, its power might drive me mad or worse." I glanced at him. "Worse?" He leaned forward, grin widening. "The demon of the west might come for his sword." I didn't need to ask who he meant.

Everyone in this world knew that name. Alpha Damien. The man who had alphas kneeling before him. The man who didn't just win wars, he erased entire packs from existence. They called him the Demon of the West for a reason. His territory stretched further than any other alpha's, vast enough that other alphas believed they could steal a piece of it. But every pack that had tried was gone, and wiped out. Even my father once dared to dream of taking it. I remember the tension in the palace back then, the fear in his eyes when news reached him that Damien had found out.

My father was smart enough to stop before the real bloodshed began, but the thought still haunted him. He'd tell me sometimes, after a few drinks, that he could still feel Damien's gaze on his back even after all those years. There was a rumor across kingdoms, that no one who looked upon Alpha Damien's face ever came back alive. Chapter 32 So yes, I understood perfectly well why Alpha Tristan, the lunatic who enjoyed wars, wasn't foolish enough to chase after the demon's sword. Tristan drummed his fingers on the table.

"It seems like the Mooncrest Pack has interesting women." My gaze slid toward him, brow raising slightly. "Interesting women?" He didn't look at me. His golden eyes were still on the door the woman had just walked through. "That woman and the Moonborn." I froze for a second. Moonborn? Did he mean-Selene? I blinked, shaking the thought off almost immediately. No, that wasn't possible. He couldn't be talking about her. There was nothing particularly interesting about Selene. She was quiet, awkward, the kind of girl who couldn't start a proper conversation.

Tristan had to be talking about Sienna. Everyone was obsessed with her anyway. But then...why did the idea of him meaning Selene irritate me? Why did something twist unpleasantly in my chest at the thought of Tristan finding her interesting? I looked away, jaw tightening. Ridiculous. I didn't even know that woman from the auction, nor did I care about the Mooncrest priestess or whoever Tristan was fascinated by. Still, when I glanced once more at the door she had disappeared through, that same uneasy feeling returned. I finally realized why that woman seemed so damn familiar.

Even though half her face had been covered, her movements, her voice, the way she tilted her head when she spoke all reminded me of someone I knew far too well. Selene. But that didn't make sense. It couldn't be her. Selene wasn't the kind of woman who looked at men like they were beneath her notice. And yet, the resemblance was undeniable. My mind went back to the river. The way she stood up for herself that day, the quiet, sharp defiance in her eyes, so unlike the timid girl I'd always known.

It had been subtle then, but now that I thought about it, there was something different in her gaze. Like she wasn't the same person anymore. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair as a dull headache began to form behind my temples. Nothing made sense. I glanced over my shoulder at the man standing quietly behind Tristan and me. "That woman who was sitting here earlier," I said, voice low but firm. "Follow her, and find out where she goes." The man bowed his head instantly. "Yes, my lord." He left without another word, slipping through the crowd and out of sight.

12:44 Tue, Dec 23 MG Chapter 32 When I turned back, Tristan was watching me, but, for once, he didn't say anything. Good. I wasn't in the mood to explain myself. My fingers curled into a fist on the table. I didn't know what was happening, why I kept noticing her, why she suddenly seemed different. But I would find out. Especially tonight. When the moon rose and the two Moonborns finally awakened their wolves, the bonds would form, and one of them might end up being my mate. If it turned out to be Selene, I wasn't sure if I should feel intrigued, or terrified.

Third person pov Jack moved silently through the thick forest, his boots barely making a sound against the damp earth. Ahead of him, just a short distance away, the woman he'd been ordered to follow walked calmly with her maid. He kept his pace steady, careful not to draw attention. Prince Adrian's instructions were simple: find out who she is, and where she goes. Nothing more, nothing less. Jack adjusted his hood and was about to move closer when something whizzed through the air. Thunk! A sharp pain exploded at the side of his head.

He hissed, clutching his temple, eyes darting through the trees. "What the hell Another small stone struck him, this time square on the shoulder. Jack's expression darkened. His hand went to the dagger strapped to his thigh as he scanned the branches above him. That's when he saw her. A woman sat casually on a thick branch, one leg crossed over the other. She wore a dark cloak, hood drawn low over her face. In her hand, she tossed a stone into the air, catching it lazily and repeating the motion, like she had all the time in the world. "What are you doing?" Jack snapped, glaring at her.

The woman tilted her head slightly. Then, with a small motion, she pulled her hood down. Jack froze for a brief second. The woman was striking, short black hair that framed her sharp jawline, and eyes that gleamed hazel-gold even in the dim light. There was a smirk tugging at her lips, one that carried more amusement than apology. "What do you mean?" she said, voice teasing. "I'm just doing my job." "Your job?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly is that supposed to be?" Yara looked at him for a long moment as if actually thinking about it. Then she shrugged.

"I also don't have an idea," she said simply, lips curving again. "It's strange, but I'll never disobey my lord. And right now..." Her gaze flicked toward the distant silhouette of the woman Jack had been following. "He wants me to watch over that woman. So, here I am." 12:44 Tue, Dec 23 IMG Chapter 32 Jack scoffed. "That's unfortunate for you, because I was given the same order. Which means one of us has to go. Yara's smile didn't fade. If anything, it grew softer. "I see you don't want to leave while I'm being nice." "I won't." "Well then... goodbye." She waved her hand.

Before Jack could even process her words, a massive shape burst out of the shadows behind him. A white lion. 05 It moved like lightning, slamming into him with a force that knocked the air from his lungs. Jack barely managed to let out a startled scream before the lion's massive paw came down on his head, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious. The beast growled, lifting its paw again, ready to strike once more. "Come back, Alba," Yara said lazily from her perch. "The Alpha said we shouldn't kill." The lion froze, turning its glowing eyes toward her.

Then, with a shimmer of light, its body shrank, fur rippling until a small white cat stood in its place. The cat leapt gracefully into Yara's lap, curling up without a sound. Yara stroked its head, eyes flicking back toward the forest path where the woman had vanished. "Alright then," she murmured with a faint smile. "Let's resume our task." 12:45 Tue, Dec 23 Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.