Chapter 41: Dinning hall

Not just Mireya, the guard behind Damien was also surprised.

However, Matilda remained calm. She had already begun to get used to the Alpha’s different treatment to Hazel, though she could not understand why the Alpha was so different around her.

After the momentary shock, what followed was rage and annoyance for Mireya. In their first confrontation, Hazel had won without even doing anything much.

Mireya did not feel comfortable with the treatment Hazel was given in the slightest.

But Mireya was not given any chance to react when the guard turned to her with a silent gesture, “Lady Mireya, this way to your chamber. You need to get yourself familiarized with your chamber first.”

Mireya pressed her lips together, very unwilling in her heart.

But after thinking about it, she nodded reluctantly. She still had many chances to be together with Damien, so for the meantime, it would be better if she tries to get used to her new environment first.

Mireya did not want to lose the upper hand against people like Hazel who were close to Damien.

“Then, I will see the Alpha later after I have settled down.”

She said with a sweet smile and after that, she left with the guard without giving Hazel any other look.

Hazel did not mind, she was not even looking at Mireya, but at Damien who refused to let her leave.

“Alpha, what is the meaning of this?” Hazel asked with a frown and the corner of Damien’s lips tilted to form a fake smile.

“What does it look like? It is my territory and I will be the one to decide where to go.” He replied calmly and Hazel wished she could wipe off that smug and proud smile from his lips.

She snorted in annoyance.

But she was really famished, so she could not turn around.

With that, Hazel gritted her teeth and decided to endure the annoying man.

She did not bother to wait for him and walked right ahead with an unpleasant visage.

Finally, they arrived at the dining hall.

Long wooden table made of an unknown material that reflects the warm lights, stretched wide across the massive space. Behind the table were chairs wrapped with velvet clothes.

Damien sat naturally at the head seat and Hazel sat very far away, trying to put as much distance as possible between them.

Damien saw this and the corner of his lips twitched, but no one noticed as a stream of maids walked in, carrying large food trays in their hands.

Damien’s eyes under the mask were calm, but his presence alone was heavy and the maids tread carefully, not daring to make any mistake, knowing fully well what fate awaits them if they did.

For a while in the dining hall, the only side was the maids dropping the plates and serving the dishes.

Then they all left one after the other in an orderly manner.

Hazel glanced at Damien who was already eating and her gaze turned back to the varieties of steaming and enticing dishes in front of her.

She bit her lips, and after a second, she dug in.

For some reason, eating in Damien’s presence made her feel awkward, so her movement was slightly stiff. Damien pretended as though he did not notice and continued eating.

Hazel glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and inwardly, she admitted that Damien had quite an elegant way of eating. It surprised her slightly, because she had expected a barbarical type of demeanor from Damien.

But he was exactly the opposite.

Then footsteps approached and a man arrived behind Damien.

Hazel did not know who he was, but she knew she had seen him before during the time her pack was attacked. But she had no idea what his identity was.

“Alpha, may I have a word with you?” Killian asked Damien and they exchanged glances briefly before Damien nodded.

He rose to his feet and darted a single glance at Hazel, “Wait here.”

Hazel did not respond. She merely continued eating, pretending as though she didn’t hear anything. But as soon as she left, the weight on her chest loosened and her eyes brightened.

The moment Damien and Killian disappeared within the archway leading to the corridors, Hazel finally could eat at her own pace.

Now, she had no reason to fake the elegance she never had.

Hazel did not even notice that she was beginning to care about her manners in Damien’s presence.

One after the other, Hazel shoved everything she saw into her mouth, her cheeks bulging soon, but she did not seem to care. She ate ravenously, savoring every dish on the massive table until her stomach could not take it anymore.

Matilda, who had been watching quietly behind her, smiled gently, but Hazel did not notice.

After eating to her fill, Hazel wiped her mouth and turned to one of the maids waiting on the sides for further instructions.

“I’m done, thank you.” She said softly, standing to leave.

Hazel did not even consider that as a slave, she had no right to dine with the Alpha on the same table. Eating here seemed like the right thing, but others did not think like that.

With a satisfied stomach, Hazel had only rounded a corner when she collided with someone.

She staggered back slightly.

“I’m so sorry.” A deep, but cheerful voice entered her ears.

The person she had collided with was a man with clean and good-looking features with a boyish smile. Seeing his uniform, Hazel knew that he was one of the pack’s guards.

She nodded, preparing to step pass him when her eyes caught on the small tattoo on the man’s wrist.

Her eyes lit up and she asked, “A tattoo from the wild lands?”

The man seemed taken aback for a second, before he suddenly gave a bright smile.

“Yes, you recognize it? Have you been to the wild lands before?” He asked, somewhat surprised.

Hazel smiled softly, “I’ve been there once, with my parents. Their food tastes heavenly.”

The guard let out an amused laugh, his shoulders trembling slightly, “Alright, most people only remember their clothes. You are the first to remember their food.”

Hazel could not stop smiling, “Their culture is odd, but interesting. I can still remember the masquerade night I attended, it was so funny.”

“You saw that too?”

So, the scene Damien saw when he emerged was Hazel smiling brightly at a man.

His eyes sharply narrowed.