Chapter 53: Dragged to a corner

The man clasped his hand over his chest with a painful expression, “Ouch. That hurts.”

Hazel rolled her eyes, “What are you doing here? I never knew that pests and perverts were also allowed to dine here.”

The man smiled, not the least bit offended.

“And I never knew that slaves were allowed to dine here.” He said as he started casually eating like he wasn’t being glared at.

Hazel could not understand why she was seeing the guy everywhere.

Who was he and what exactly was his problem?

Hazel never knew she could find someone this annoying in her life. He makes her heart tremble with both fury and annoyance.

“I was in a good mood before, but now, I have lost my good mood and even my appetite.” She said, sneering.

The man raised a brow at her and chuckled, “That means you are also affected by my charm, I am glad. Since you are being so adamant, I can chalk it up to you playing hard to get. So we can start from being friends first. I don’t mind waiting.” He said, his gaze falling on her chest and shifting lower.

“Do you want to die so much?” Hazel said through gritted teeth, her fists clenched hard by her aides. She wished she could sink her danger into the man’s eyeballs.

This bastard dared to stare at her like that, was he courting death?

The man only leaned back lazily in his chair, enjoying his meal with a satisfied expression.

“The kitchen in the Alpha's mansion still makes the best food ever.” He said, licking his lips.

Then he turns to give Hazel a look, “You really have quite a temper. No wonder the Alpha keeps you close.”

Her expression darkened.

He made it sound like she was some kept woman.

Hazel glanced around, wondering why the maids were so calm in the presence of this stranger. Shouldn’t they send him away?

However, when she noticed how the maid, including Matilda lowered their heads and said nothing, she froze for a brief second.

Who exactly was this man?

“Who are you?” She finally asked and he shrugged.

“Me? This humble self is just one of the Alpha’s beta, the third one to be precise. Roman.” He said and Hazel’s eyes widened.

“It’s you?” She asked out loud, shocked.

Roman’s brow lifted in interest, “Oh? You know me?”

Hazel snorted through her nose.

Of course she does.

Hanna had warned her against the Alpha’s third elder. Matilda had told her a few things about him too, and they had both said the same thing.

Roman was a pervert and Hazel had also experienced the man’s disgusting shamelessness.

Her stomach twisted. His status explained the man’s audacity to eat in the dining hall where the Alpha stayed.

It explained why he could sit there so comfortably and why no one had stopped him.

Hazel completely lost her appetite, she pushed her chair back loudly, the screech sound making Roman chuckle slightly.

He knew Hazel was doing it intentionally.

“Leaving already? Are you not going to finish your meal?” He asked, smiling gently like he meant no harm, but Hazel only sneered.

“I have no interest in staying with someone who only knew to hide under his master’s authority.” Hazel said coldly.

Roman’s eyes flickered with an odd, but gloomy glint, but he quickly masked it.

Matilda stepped forward at that moment, “Hazel…”

She warned Hazel with her eyes, reminding her not to speak Roman in such a manner. Roman was not Damien who would ignore her temper, Roman was never a kind person.

Then, Matilda turned to Roman and muttered a smile, “I apologize on her behalf, she seems to be in a bad mood.”

“It’s fine.” Roman waved his hand in dismissal, his gaze following Hazel who could not be bothered to look at him.

Matilda tried to follow her, but she refused, “No, don’t follow. I will be in the flower garden.”

Matilda did not insist, she had things to do anyway, so she nodded and led a few maids away for an odd job.

Hazel did not look back as she left, her mood completely ruined. Even though they had only met once, twice now, Hazel hated Roman’s guts.

She hated his eyes that seemed to remind her that she was merely a slave here and nothing like the warrior and princess she had been.

To get to the flower garden, she had to pass through a corridor that was slightly quiet.

But today, it was too quiet.

Hazel rubbed her arms gently and just as she decided to turn back, she felt a presence behind her and a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Who…”

She tried to speak, but a palm clasped her mouth, shutting her next words.

Then, she was dragged away. Hazel struggled violently, but she was still pulled towards a secluded corner and her back hit the wall.

The impact wasn’t painful, but it gave her nowhere to go.

Then, a familiar voice entered her eyes.

“You shouldn’t leave like that, it makes me even more curious how it would feel to have you under me, defenseless and unable to resist.” Roman said with a deep chuckle.

Anger simmered in Hazel's eyes like flames.

“Let go of me!” She barked, struggling to release her wrist from his hold.

“But you are more interesting up close.” Roman said, moving even closer to her. Hazel had a beautiful pale skin, he wondered if the mark would linger if he planted a kiss on that long, swan-like neck.

Hazel tried to slam her fist against his chest, but he caught the hand easily, smiling in amusement.

“I will scream.” She said, but he only laughed.

“That makes it even more fun. Scream for me, let me hear.” He said, her darkening with lust.

Her scream must be sonorous, sounding more like a moan. He was eager to hear it.

He leaned closer, his target being her plump, red lips.

He had wanted to taste them since yesterday, to see it was as soft as they looked.