Chapter 10: Physical confrontation
“You think you are anything special? You are just a slave who was once a princess.” The woman retorted angrily.
The remaining four had already stood up and stopped in front of Hazel, glaring at her.
But Hazel only stared at them, not intimidated in the slightest.
A third woman glanced at Hazel up and down in disdain. “Do you know how many of us waited for years just to serve the Aloha? And you just appeared out of nowhere and took the chance from us. Do you think you deserve it?”
Hazel finally understood where the problem came from and her lips twitched.
“Do you all think that I am also willing to serve such a person? You can always have the position if you are so desperate for it.” Hazel said flatly.
They stared at her.
For a second, they were stunned. Then, they erupted as though stimulated.
“Liar!”
“Do you think we’ll believe you?”
“Do you think you are even better than us?”
“If not because of that pretty face, do you think the Alpha will even care about you?”
Hazel scoffed and replied, “At least I have a pretty face, what do you all have?”
If they all think that she was a pushover, then she would prove them wrong.
One of them spat, “One night in the Alpha’s chamber and you want to pretend that you are disgusted?”
Another stepped closer, eyes burning holes into Hazel. “You are nothing but a slave with luck on her side.”
Hazel shrugged, "Believe what you want.”
She tried to walk past them, but one of them quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her back.
The woman had a smile on her face as she said, “I forgot to tell you, that last bed belongs to us. You can sleep on the floor or find somewhere else to stay.”
Hazel frowned, “What are you trying to say? Don’t you all have your own beds? And I remember Matilda saying that the sixth bed belongs to me.”
Actually, Hazel had no problem sleeping on the floor after spending weeks on the cold floor of the dungeons. But if she allowed these people to step on her this time, more of it would come and it would be worse each time.
“Are you deaf? I said that the bed is occupied, so find somewhere else to sleep.”
“Are you intentionally targeting me?” Hazel asked, staring at them calmly.
Another laughed and poked Hazel’s chest in provocation, “What can you do about it?”
Hazel glanced down at the finger poking her and said calmly, “Don’t touch me.”
Hazel’s temper has not been good to begin with and after spending weeks here, it became even worse.
The woman laughed and jeered, “Or what? What can you…”
The next moment, Hazel raised her hand and twisted the same finger poking her chest without any expression on her face. The sound of bone cracking filled the air, followed by a loud, piercing scream.
The woman clenched her finger that had been twisted backward, her face deathly pale.
The others quickly reacted and the room turned into chaos.
“You bitch!”
“How dare you touch her?”
“You are dead!”
“Slut, don't think we will let you go after this!”
Two of them lunged at Hazel at once, their fists aiming at her face. Hazel easily ducked, grabbed the nearest woman by the collar of her dress and slammed her against the wall.
She groaned, her body sliding down.
Another rushed forward, pulling at Hazel’s hair from behind.
The pain made Hazel grit her teeth as she drove her elbow into the woman’s stomach. The woman groaned and retreated backward, but before Hazel could react, one of the woman’s fists made contact with her cheeks.
“Bastard!”
They surrounded her, but Hazel fought back fiercely.
Even though she was surrounded, she was no push over. Someone who had fought in the frontlines definitely could not be underestimated, especially after training in the dungeons for so long.
Fists flew.
One by one might be easy for Hazel, but the five of them at once was no easy defeat.
“You are crazy!” One of them shouted, retreating backward while clenching her bleeding arm.
The others did the same, each holding an injured body part.
“Tou think you can defeat me?” She asked, then smirked. “I would like to see you try again.”
None of them moved.
“This is not over.” One of them said, their hatred and jealousy replaced by fear.
They supported themselves and moved to their side of the room, glaring at Hazel but not daring to approach.
Hazel snorted coldly, hiding her trembling hands as she walked towards her bed.
The five women did not even dare to say anything and the silence continued until a knock broke it.
Hazel was the one who opened the door to see Matilda.
“It’s time for the Alpha’s dinner.” She said, frowning at the sight of Hazel’s broken and slightly swollen lips. But she said nothing.
Hazel nodded and followed Matilda without saying a word. She did not even know that it was already that late.
In no time, Hazel held a large food tray and followed behind Matilda to the Alpha’s private study room.
“You can go in, he is waiting.” Matilda said and left without saying anything more.
Hazel pressed her lips together. She was unwilling to face that monster so soon, but she had no choice.
She pushed open the door and entered.
She glanced around, but saw no one, making her frown.
The study was quiet.
She hesitated, but walked farther in and placed the tray on a desk.
Just as she stood straight, a deep voice sounded from behind her.
“Turn around.”
Hazel's face stiffened, but she only hesitated briefly before turning around to see a dark figure sitting at a corner of the study, completely hidden away.
Damien’s gaze shifted to her face, to her swollen lip and the bruise on her cheek.
“Who did that?”