Chapter 34: Black Rider Elder

“Why did you call for me?” Hazel asked coldly, her arms folded under her chest as she stared at Damien who was sitting casually in front of her.

Damien lifted his eyes expressionlessly to stare at her.

“You came faster than expected.” He pointed out, averting his gaze to the old book in his hands as he flipped to the next page.

Hazel scoffed, “Don’t flatter yourself, I did not come because I wanted to see your annoying masked face, which I am sure is as ugly as a frog under the mask.”

Speaking of the mask, Damien’s eyes flickered, but he said nothing in response to that.

Actually, Hazel had intentionally spoken about the mask, hoping to get a reaction from him. But getting nothing, she rolled her eyes.

“You should be more careful with how you speak to me, little one.” Damien said slowly.

Hazel frowned, “Stop calling me little one.” She spat, annoyed.

Damien sneered.

“The little thing is brandishing her claws once again.” He murmured, half-serous, half-amused.

Hazel's eyes turned cold, like an autumn chill. “Say that again and I will rip off your tongue.”

The room fell silent, until he closed the book in his hand slowly and finally stood up.

“I don’t take threats lightly, little one,” He said calmly. “Moreover, you will still need that tongue to serve me and probably to sign your freedom one day.”

Hazel froze for a brief second before she smiled coldly, “My freedom is not at your mercy.”

Damien took a step closer and raised his brow, “Oh? Do you think so? How about we start with that Hanna first? Shall we…”

“Don’t you dare.” Hazel muttered amidst gritted teeth, her eyes on fire.

“I dare, little one. So, you listen and mind your tongue if you want your friends to make it to the next day.” Damien replied still as calm, where Jazel was already trembling due to rage.

“What do you want?” She asked, trying to calm herself down,

“What do I want? Don’t you know already? As my sex slave, do I have to point out your duties for you?” He returned back with a question and Hazel fell silent.

But her heart wasn’t so calm.

Although they’ve done it before, it was at night and all lights had been taken out. But now, it was broad daylight, he would be able to see every inch of her body from her head to toe.

Hazel was uncertain if she could handle that.

“Are you doing it or not?” He asked calmly and Hazel pressed her lips tightly together into a thin line.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally raised her hand and grabbed the hem of her dress, intending to pull it down.

But a knock interrupted and she quickly withdrew her hand, releasing a quiet sigh of relief.

Damien, on the other other hand, had his eyes narrowed into a murderous slit.

“What is it?” He snapped angrily.

The person at the entrance seemed to be scared by his outburst and did not react for a while.

“Scram if you don’t have anything to say.” Damien added.

The guard finally mustered up the courage to speak, “My lord, there is a visitor at the front hall that I think you might want to address yourself.”

“Come in.” Damien ordered and the guard pushed the door open, he had his head lowered throughout, not daring to raise it.

Damien raised his brow and asked, “Who?”

“It is the first Elder of the Black ridge pack, he came with his daughter.” The guard reported quickly and Damien sneered.

He already knew what the man had come from.

Interesting timing.

The pack had just been under the attack from rogues and now, an Elder from the black ridge pack was here. It sure is coincidental.

“Let them wait then.”

“Alpha, the Elder claims that he is here to discuss official terms, and that includes an alliance between the two packs.”

Damien smiled coldly, “An alliance? Tell him to wait.”

“For how long, Alpha?”

“Long enough to remind him whose land he is standing on.” Damien replied and the guard nodded before turning to leave.

Damien lowered his head, deep in thought.

The first elder of the black ridge pack was no ordinary individual. He was a man whose words could destabilize the entire elder council of the black ridge pack.

His influence was so large that even the Alpha of that pack had to listen to him whenever he spoke. He was a man whose hostility or support could determine the rise and fall of any pack.

Damien’s eyes turned dark for a fraction of a second.

The next second, he turned to Hazel slowly, “It seems like our conversation will have to wait until this evening.”

Damien did not spare her another glance as he adjusted the cloak covering his shoulders. “You may leave,”

With that said, he had already walked out of the room. As he left, Hazel's tense body could finally relax.

But she knew she could not escape it, no matter how much she ran.

The front hall of the mansion was silent and imposing. It was a place meant for official meetings, with towering pillars lining the sides of the hall and the sculpture of a wolf roaring into the sky on each tower.

Inside the hall, a slightly muscular middle-aged man sat with a frown, his black robes embroidered with silver threads. Beside him was a petite, but charming woman seemingly in her early twenties.

She had a voluptuous and mature body that can make any man wait and stare twice. Her poised elegance was pleasant to the eyes and her soft limpid eyes could drew anyone in.

But when Damien entered, he did not even glance at her before making his way to the seat at the center of the hall.

“Alpha Damien,” The Elder greeted calmly before adding with a smile that wasn’t one. “You seem to like keeping guests waiting.”

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop briefly as his words fell.

“I assumed someone of your status should understand delays caused by important matters.”