Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 34 Damien The VIP section was silent. I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, my fingers tapping idly against the armrest as my gaze fixed on the object before me. The red sword. Or rather, the sword that used to be red. Now it lay dull and colorless, resting on a velvet pillow. Its silvery-grey blade caught the faintest glimmer of light, yet to the untrained eye, there was nothing special about it, it was just another weapon among many. It had been lost during a war. And now, after years of rumors, it had resurfaced in the Mooncrest Pack's auction house.

This time, I hadn't sent anyone to fetch it. I'd come for it myself. My eyes drifted over the blade again. To anyone else, it would feel like an ordinary sword. It was useless in their hands, yet they still desired it and feared it because it was mine. I straightened in my seat, gaze fixed on the weapon. "Come to your owner," For a moment, nothing happened. The sword lay motionless, reflecting my face in its cold steel. Then, the metal slowly began to shimmer. A faint red pulse spread from the hilt to the tip, like veins coming alive after a long sleep. The air thickened.

The sword trembled on the table, a low hum filling the air before it rose from the pillow. It sliced through the space between us, flying straight into my open hand. The moment my fingers closed around the hilt, power surged outward. Kaius, standing to my left, let out a rough cough, then another. I didn't need to look to know that blood now stained his lips. His aura wavered, flickering under the weight of the blade's power. Behind me, Jason, stood still. He didn't cough or flinch, but I felt the brief stutter in his aura. Even for him, its presence was suffocating.

The red sword's power wasn't something any ordinary wolf could endure. I lifted the blade slightly, watching the deep crimson shimmer faintly under the candlelight. The sword of the demon of the west. The blade that had drunk the blood of thousands. People always asked why it was red, why it seemed to pulse like a living thing. Some called it cursed. Others said it had been bathed in fire. But the truth was simpler. The sword wasn't painted red. It was stained red, by the blood of every man it had ever cut down.

Each life it took had been swallowed by the blade, absorbed until its core was saturated witly death itself. I ran my thumb along the flat of the blade, feeling the hum beneath my skin. "Welcome back," I muttered under my breath. The sword pulsed faintly in response. I leaned back in my chair, resting the red sword across the table. The moment my hand left its hilt, the blade dimmed, the deep crimson fading into dull silver once again, as though it had never come alive in the first place. A deceptive weapon, appearing harmless. 12:47 Tue, Dec 23 MG.

Chapter 34 ས ཋ་ I crossed one leg over the other, fingers drumming on the armrest again as I listened to the muted sounds of people clearing the auction hall below. Hurried footsteps echoed up the stairs as they reached the door. The merchant appeared, his smile already plastered across his face before he even bowed. "My lord," he greeted, voice filled with that irritating blend of reverence and greed. "It seems the auction has concluded. How was your experience? I must say, we were all quite honored to have you grace our establishment.

You didn't buy anything else aside from that remarkable sword, but if there's anything at all you desire, please let me know. I will personally ensure it reaches your hands." I didn't answer. He kept smiling anyway, wringing his hands nervously. My eyes drifted back to the hall below as I thought back to what had been sold today, trinkets, charms, useless stones, and that crowd of fools who fought over them as if they were treasures. Nothing in that hall was worthy of my attention except that woman. The one who bid a single silver coin for a box of who looked like rusted junk.

While everyone else had scrambled for their meaningless baubles, she'd sat there, she didn't even flinch when the crowd mocked her. The merchant's voice snapped me back to the present. "As you can see, my lord, our auction house prides itself on complete transparency. We deal only in quality. Buyers always get what they pay for, well, except for that strange girl who offered a single silver for a pile of junk." He let out a sharp laugh. "Hah! First time something's ever sold for that little. But no matter, it wasn't a loss to us. We would've given it away eventually." I finally spoke.

My voice was quiet, but it was enough to cut through his laughter. "Do you really think it's her loss?" The man froze. The smile faltered on his lips as he straightened slowly, eyes darting to mine. When our gazes met, he trembled visibly, as if his body remembered a danger his mind hadn't caught up with yet. "I... I do, yes, sir," he stammered, his voice cracking. I tilted my head slightly. "I see." That was all I said, because the truth was, that box had caught my attention, When they brought it out, I felt a faint hum.

Most people wouldn't have noticed it at all; its energy was buried deep. But my eyes saw what others could not. That box carried ancient power that was stronger than the red sword resting before me. And she bid for it for a sliver of coin. I had never seen anyone so unashamed, so brazen, and yet so precise. She sensed a hidden power in it, and she took it for a silver coin. Interesting. I turned back to the merchant, who was still frozen in place. "You may leave." He swallowed audibly. "O-okay, sir. I'll...

take my leave now." He turned so fast he nearly tripped on his own feet, practically fleeing from the room. The moment the door shut behind him, a shadow materialized before me. 12:47 Tue, Dec 23 M Chapter 34 Yara. She dropped to one knee, head bowed. "I'm back, Alpha." I looked down at her. "What about that woman?" "Like you ordered, I followed her," Yara said, "but I realized I wasn't the only one on her trail, so I took care of the man." Yara continued, "I followed her until she entered the temple." I raised a brow. "Temple?" She nodded. "Yes, my lord. She entered the temple.

I was about to follow her, but they must have placed a warding talisman around it. I couldn't get close." Behind me, Jason's deep voice rumbled. "If you'll allow me, Alpha, from what I heard from the locals, the temple belongs to the priestess family. They're powerful within this pack, second only to the Alpha himself. They were present today, too. The woman with white hair and the two men are all part of the temple. The white-haired woman is said to be the next priestess." I didn't know who Jason was talking about. I hadn't been paying attention to anyone else.

If that woman was truly inside the temple, then Yara's failure made sense. Our kind didn't belong in sanctified places. The energy there rejected us. Yara remained kneeling before me, silent. Jason and Kaius stood behind, waiting for me to speak, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Finally, I spoke. My voice was calm. "We will stay a few more days in the Mooncrest Pack." The three of them bowed their heads instantly.

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