Chapter 38: Slaves amongst his people

After Damien left, Hazel heaved in relief, but her tensed shoulders only relaxed for a few seconds before it turned rigid once again.

She might have escaped serving him now, but could she run forever? That label of being his sex slave had already stuck to her, never to be removed even if she willed it.

Her pride and dignity was nothing now, in comparison to her life and the lives of her people.

Before, she thought she would only serve him at night, but with the look of things, it won’t just be limited to the night. It could happen during the day, where they would be able to see each other’s body and face with nowhere for her to hide.

Speaking of which, their first night together emerged in Hazel’s mind for the first time since it happened. She had not been able to see his face, but her body’s reaction that night was foreign to her.

To make things worse, she was not even repulsed by his touch in the slightest.

This is also one of the reasons why Hazel was scared to have any physical contact with Damien again, she was afraid that her body would react oddly and against her will.

A sigh escaped Hazel's lips as she thought of this. If somebody else was in that room, they would have seen how red her face had become, but she only chalked it up to annoyance.

Hazel left the room to see Matilda approaching her. Matilda eyes Hazel strangely before asking, “Are you okay?”

Hazel shrugged, “For now, yes.”

Matilda seemed to heave in relief, then her expression turned serious, “Hazel, you should be careful of how you speak to the Alpha. You are lucky that he is always lenient when it comes to you, he treats you differently.”

Hazel scoffed, “Differently? Is that not because he has some use for me? You think he treats me differently because he feels guilty towards me? I would rather die than believe that.”

Matilda opened her lips to say something, but at the end of the day, she pressed her lips into a thin like and said nothing more.

Just then, Hazel's stomach growled.

Embarrassment crept into Hazel's heart at the sound of her stomach, but her face remained calm.

“It seems I am hungry.”

Matilda glanced at Hazel's calm face and then at her reddened earlobes that gave her out before smiling meaningfully.

“Let’s go to the dining hall. I will have the kitchen prepare you something.” Matilda said.

Hazel coughed awkwardly and stared ahead, “Good.”

She had completely forgotten that she had not had anything since, and her stomach had decided to remind her.

Matilda led the way towards the dining hall and Hazel remembered to ask something.

“How long has that Physician been with your lord?” Hazel asked calmly and Matilda tilted her head.

“Are you talking about Sir Albert?”

That man was too young to be a physician, so Hazel was curious.

“Yes, him.”

Matilda nodded, “Well, Sir Albert is one of the few people who were able to get closer to the Alpha. In addition to the Alpha’s two betas, there are three of them who could be considered the Alpha’s friends.”

“So that man could have friends?” Hazel wondered to herself in sarcasm and Matilda shook her head helplessly.

She still could not understand why Hazel always sees Damien like some abnormal person.

With nothing left to discuss, both parties fell silent, with different thoughts running through their minds.

Just as they rounded a corner, Hazel came face-to-face with a scene that made her raise her brows.

Right in front of her was the man she had just finished talking about, a beast who called himself an Alpha. But he was not alone.

A woman with stunning features and petite body hurried after him, a gentle smile gracing her lips and brightening her entire look, giving her an ethereal air.

She reached out and pulled the sleeve of Damien’s shirt and the man did not push her away.

Hazel's eyes met his and they both came to a stop until Hazel averted her gaze first.

She had wanted to bypass the two when the woman’s voice halted her steps.

“Oh, this must be the Alpha’s new sex slave, right? The Alpha’s taste sure is something.” The woman said gently, her voice soft and pleasant to the ears, but her words felt jeering in Hazel's ears.

Hazel furrowed her brows and glanced at the woman once again.

But before she could speak, she heard Matilda whisper.

“That is Lady Mireya, a daughter to the most prestigious Elder in the black ridge Pack, Elder Nolan, who is also the first elder.”

A hint of surprise rose in Hazel’s heart.

Black ridge pack.

It was a pack her father feared even when they were at the peak of their strength. Black ridge pack was the only pack that can attempt to rival the Dark shadow pack. Although the Black ridge pack was still below the Dark shadow pack with a few ranks, it had strength to some extent.

“I didn’t know slaves were allowed to wander freely in the inner corridors.” Mireya said again, her tone subtly sharp, while her expression remained gentle enough to deceive anyone.

Damien’s eyes flickered briefly, then he turned his head, his gaze landing on Mireya with chilled eyes.

“Mind your words, Miss Mireya. And remember that you are just a guest, I didn’t allow you here so you could speak about my people.” He said calmly, but the sharpness in his tone could not be any obvious.

Hazel's eyelashes trembled slightly.

His people?

When did she become his people and why does that sound…odd to her?

Mireya laughed softly, as though what Damien said had amused her as she covered her lips.

“Apologies, Alpha. I never knew that slaves were included among your people.” She said, her gaze flicking to me for a brief second. “It seems your pack has unusual customs and now, I’m eager to learn more.”

Hazel clenched her fists by the sides.

She would be a fool if she hadn’t realized now that Mireya was purposely targeting her.

But why? She has not even met the woman before.