Chapter 51: The Stranger's proposal

Hazel slowly turned her head to glance at the man. His looks were average, but his bulky physique made him look intimidating. He had a playful smile displayed at the corner of his lips and his eyes were deep with sensual intent.

Hazel pressed her lips together in vexation.

Just because she was Damien’s sex slave does not mean she would be another man’s plaything or something to use to satisfy psychological needs.

“I am assuming I am not the person you are talking to, right?” She asked with a fake smile, and the man chuckled.

“Feisty like the rumors had said, I’m impressed. You are the first woman to stand firm in front of me without getting scared.” He pointed out, taking a step forward and Hazel took a step back, her face contorting slightly.

“I am not one of the women who would probably throw themselves at your feet. I am sure you can easily find one, but I am not available.” Hazel said, staring at him with a smile that was not one.

“Coming from someone who is Damien’s plaything. What difference does it make now if you become my sex slave as well?” He said, licking his lips slowly. His gaze seemed to strip her of all clothes, making Hazel not only angry but disgusted.

This was something Damien would never do. He would never stare at her with such eyes.

“I would advise you to watch your eyes and tongue if you still want to keep them.” Hazel uttered threatenly, and a dagger appeared in her hand, glinting in the air.

Instead of getting angry at being threatened by a woman and a slave at that, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

Now, he was even more interested in her.

Not only had she refused him, something no woman in the past never dared to, she had even threatened him.

The man wanted to get her laid no matter what.

“What’s all the fuss about? You have a nice body and it is meant to be appreciated. Why are you so stingy with your body?” He commented, laughing softly.

“You…”

“I have heard a lot about you and initially, I thought they were just rumors. But seeing you now, I have grown even more interested in you. You should feel honored for being admired by me and I even took the initiative to meet you. I don’t mind that you are his sex slave and I don’t mind sharing you. Isn’t that what being a sex slave is about? Being shared by countless men at the same time?”

Hazel's body trembled with fury, but the man was not done.

“What are you so angry about? You are wanted by two powerful men at the same time, isn’t that something worth being proud of? You are beautiful and have good assets, you know…woah.”

Before the man finished speaking, Hazel had unexpectedly taken two steps forward before he could react and placed the tip of the dagger on his neck.

The man froze instantly.

“Continue speaking and I won’t mind having my dagger taste your blood.” Hazel said, her voice low and calm.

The man smiled, his eyes shining.

“Such a short-tempered…”

Hazel pushed the dagger in and the man felt a dull pain flaring in his neck. The tip of the dagger had penetrated his neck, inducing a drop of blood that trailed down.

That small cut did not bother the man, but he knew the woman in front of him would really not hesitate to plunge the dagger in if possible.

He grew even more interested.

His gaze drifted lower to her chest and he smiled.

She seems large there. It was perfect to be squeezed.

He could not help but wonder if her back was soft as well, and those lips…tsk.

“Watch where your eyes are going.” Hazel threatened before taking a step back. Even being in such contact with the man made her feel disgusted and repulsed.

It was a kind of repulsiveness that was different from the one she had towards Damien. This one made her feel like any was crawling on her skin.

“Think about my proposal. My door is always open for you.” He added again, relentless.

“Keep your proposal for the women in the brothel. Bastard!” She spat before bypassing him, her eyes almost spitting flames due to rage.

She could not help wondering where Damien kept seeing stupid men like this. There were no decent people in his mansion and even Damien himself was not decent.

At that moment, Hazel's mood had completely plummeted.

Her mood only got better when she got to the flower garden and the flowery scent wafted into her nostrils. She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Back then, her mother loved cultivating a flower garden close to their chambers and every day, the scent of different flowers would drift into their chambers.

Refreshing and sweet.

It was enough to put her in a good mood every morning.

But now, she was unable to protect her mother and not even the flower garden she had used all her life to cultivate.

Hazel let out a sigh, found somewhere to sit and stared blankly into space, lost in thought.

By the time she came back to her senses, it was already late in the night.

She dusted her body and left.

That was when she saw Matilda approaching her.

“I was just looking for you. Dinner is ready and the table has been served.” She said and Hazel, who was already hungry nodded.

She followed Matilda to the dining hall, but realized that she was the only one there. She did not say anything, but her gaze subconsciously drifted to the stairs.

Matilda noticed this and smiled secretly before replying, “The Alpha is in a meeting with the elders. He won’t be able to eat in the dining hall.”

Hazel lowered her head, “You don’t have to tell me, I am not interested.”