Chapter 11: Attack on the King

His dark eyes glinted with an ominous light, a sudden anger bubbling through him, tethering just below the surface,

Hazel blinked, confused by the sudden question.

But she still forced herself to say, “I brought you dinner.”

She gestured towards the food tray resting on the side stool and lowered her head.

However, Damien did not even glance at the food, his gaze remained on her face instead, boring into her with sharp intensity,

Hazel shifted uneasily under his gaze that seemed like how a predator would zero in on a prey it had been eyeing for days.

“Who did that to you?” He asked again, voice dangerously calm as he stared at her.

It took a while for Hazel to realize that he was referring to the bruise on the corner of her lips and cheeks.

She lowered her head and replied flatly, “It’s nothing, I fell.”

She didn’t believe that he was worried or pitied her even. To her, he was probably asking because he was curious. Moreover, she had suffered more grave wounds, so she didn’t really care about a small split of her skin.

However, Damien does not seem to think that way, and he also had no idea why the thought of Hazel’s wounds stirred something unpleasant within him,

There was silence for a while, until Damien turned around, stepping closer to Hazel. His nose flared.

It was still that Vanilla scent, but there was a hint of another copper scent stuck to it.

And Damien does not like it, not one bit.

“You were untouched this morning, what changed?” He asked, his voice colder than he intended.

He stopped in front of her, staring down at her, his frame towering over hers.. At this distance, those red bruises that had already begun to turn purple were almost impossible to ignore.

Hazel furrowed her brows.

He had not cared when she was being dragged by chains and jested by his people and hers, paraded back and forth like a slave he made her be.

So why was he worried about the small wound on her face?

Hazel lifted her chin stubbornly, “Why does that concern you?”

Damien stared into her brown eyes and sparks seemed to fly, both parties unwilling to back down.

Then he laughed softly, the sound devoid of any humor. More like a broken sound that made Hazel’s scalp tingle,

“Because anything in my territory is my business.” He replied, hands reaching to lift her delicate chin slightly as he scrutinized her face.

Touching her for the first time, Damien finally felt how delicate she was and something foreign flashed in his eyes. But before Hazel could tell what it was, it disappeared as quickly as it came.

“I am not your possession.” She said quietly, but firmly and Damien watched the parting of her lips and that red tongue stuck between her teeth, his throat running dry like he was suddenly dehydrated.

Damien’s throat bobbled up and down.

“A slave who lives in my territory and eats my food? If that does not make you my possession, then what?” He asked, voice dipping so low that it was almost a whisper.

Hazel’s eyes burned with anger. “You…”

Damien took a step back abruptly and sat down, reaching for a fork. Seeing that Hazel was still standing there, he raised a brow at her.

Understanding the gesture, Hazel reined in in her anger and began to serve him with pressed lips that signaled how much anger she was suppressing.

Damien did not eat and merely asked, “What, interested in watching me eat?”

Hazel scoffed, “More like I’m interested in watching you puke blood from food poisoning.”

The corner of Damien’s lips lifted faintly, but Hazel failed to notice that brief change.

“You can leave and tidy up my chambers.” He said, making a swatting gesture as though shooing a fly away,

Hazel glared at him, but could only leave with a huff,

As soon as her footsteps faded, Damien’s entire aura turned ice-cold.

“Karl.” He called out calmly and the air in the chamber shifted.

A figure emerged from the shadows as though he was made of darkened itself, his expression and features obscured by the shadows, showing only his bully frame.

“You called for me, my lord,” a deep gruff voice rang out.

“Find out what happened to her,” Damien merely said.

The man asked no questions, he simply nodded before disappearing just as mysteriously as he had appeared. Damien began to eat casually, as though someone disappearing like that was a normal occurrence.

…

Matilda watched Hazel take the wolfsbane pill calmly and nodded.

Hazel had a gloomy expression as she scoffed, “Is your lord afraid that I will succeed in escaping this place without my wolf being suppressed?”

Since she was released from the dungeons, she had been forced to take the wolfsbane pill each day and although she was unwilling, there was nothing she could do about it.

It’s no different that morning, she took the pill as usual.

Matilda merely sighed, “It’s for your own good,”

Hazel rolled her eyes, unsure of what to say to someone like Matilda who was loyal to the bones.

“You are to serve the Alpha his afternoon tea in the council hall. He should be done with the morning meetings by now,” Matilda explained as she handed Hazel a small tray. She gave Hazel a look and reminded. “Don’t try anything if you want to stay alive.”

Hazel said nothing and only turned to leave.

As she walked out of the large kitchen, she felt the small dagger hidden deep in her sleeves and her lips curled into a sinister smile.

Even if she doesn’t succeed in killing that beast, she wanted to inflict a wound on him. It would even be better if she was imprisoned once again, with that she would be able to continue her plan with Lilith.

Hazel planned on killing two birds with one stone.

Hazel had only just stepped into the corridors leading to the hall when a loud crash exploded from behind the massive doors ahead.

Then shouts followed instantly.

“Protect the King!”

“The king has been attacked!”

“Take them down!”