Chapter 47: Mireya's extreme anger

The day before, Mireya had done her best to get familiar with her surroundings and the people in the mansion. By then, she already knows some things.

But after a night had passed, she could no longer sit still.

Her father had left her in Damien’s territory so she would be able to gain his favor and have him make her his woman.

Even though Mireya had never seen Damien’s face before without the mask, she was just like her father. She didn’t care.

Damien was the ideal man for an ambitious and prideful woman like her.

He had the influence and he had just the perfect personality, like how she liked it. Mireya did not want to miss such a rare man who could satisfy all the criteria she wanted in a man.

She wanted to make him hers.

Considering how beautiful she was, Mireya had never failed in subduing a man and making him fall head over heels for her. Although Damien seemed cold to her, Mireya believed that it was just a matter of time before he completely fell under her charm.

So, that morning, she had purposely dressed herself well.

She was still in a plain dress, but the chest area was drawn far too tight. The snug fabric pressed firmly against her curves, showing quite a piece of that white mound.

Every rise and fall of her chest made it more noticeable, leaving very little to the imagination of the men who stared at her.

On her to the Alpha’s chamber, she had enjoyed the multiple gazes on her, believing thay soon, Damien woupd also stare at her in such a manner.

However, just before she could even knock, a figure she didn’t want to see came out.

Hazel was well-dressed, but her flushed cheeks stung Mireya’s eyes and she could not help but overthink.

“What are you doing here?” She spat, about to scold her when she caught a glimpse of Damien’s figure approaching from within the room.

His upper body was bare.

Mireya would be a fool if she did not understand what had just transpired between them. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, anger seeping into her bones.

Hazel stared at Mireya's dark face and raised her brows.

But she couldn’t be bothered to speak to her, so she attempted to bypass her.

Of course, being ignored made Mireya’s face even darker. Hazel had only taken a step forward when she was dragged back by the arm.

She had not been expecting it, so she staggered backward and would have fallen if she had not reacted on time.

When she finally regained her footing, she glared at Mireya angrily, “Miss Mireya, what is the meaning of this?”

Mireya snorted and spoke in a slightly loud tone, “You are still asking me? Shouldn’t I be the one asking what the meaning of what you are doing is? Have you forgotten your position as the Alpha’s slave? You think you have the right to climb onto his bed? Who do you think you are?”

This was what Damien heard when he came back out after putting on a new shirt. His expression darkened.

“Mireya, mind your words.”

But, Mireya was angry.

She wished she could tear Hazel's pretty face.

That face was the only quality she has and it was because of that face that she was able to seduce Damien. If she ruined her face, then she would lose all her chances.

Hazel glanced at Mireya and sneered, “You think you are one to question my place here? As a guest, visiting the Alpha so early and dressed like this, if it is attempting to climb onto his bed, what then are you trying to do? Trying to learn the pack’s customs on his bed? You sure had it all planned.”

Initially, she didn’t want to bother with Mireya, but she changed her mind. If Mireya thinks she was a pushover, then she had made a big mistake.

“You…How dare you?”

Mireya’s polished nails dug into her palm, but she did not seem to notice as she glared daggers at Hazel.

Hazel was about to say something else when a wave of dizziness hit her. It was abrupt, but noticeable.

But just as her body swayed, a figure arrived behind her, holding her waist gently.

Even without turning around, Hazel knew who it was by that scent and that aura that pressed on her.

His gesture was swift, it was as though he had not even thought about it.

It was at that moment that Hazel realized that Damien had always been there whenever situations like this came up. She also could not understand why he would be bothered to help her at occasions like this, especially in front of his guest.

Mireya saw it all.

Her gaze lingered on Damien’s hand around Hazel's waist and she almost went crazy, but she suppressed it.

Hazel tried to pull away, slightly embarrassed and awkward.

“Let go. I can stand on my own.” I said, trying to pry open his fingers.

“I don’t think so. I already told you that you are not going anywhere.” He said, completely ignoring Mireya’s presence.

That was when Matilda and a few maids approached. When they saw Damien and Hazel's intimate position, their eyes widened but they did not dare speak.

Damien glanced at Matilda calmly and said, “Have the kitchen prepare food for Hazel. She will eat in my chamber.”

Hazel’s eyes widened and she struggled even harder, “I said, I am not staying. What exactly do you want from me?”

“Where do you want to go?” He suddenly asked and it took her a while before she could reply.

“I want to get some fresh air. I could also use the chance to find your warriors and see how…”

“You are staying.” He cut her short, his tone suddenly ice-cold.

“You…”

“It’s either you go back inside willingly, or have me carry you in. Pick an option.”