Chapter 55: Who dares make her cry?

Hazel's eyes were slightly red as her steps were quick and almost rushed. She even almost tripped on herself at one point, but had managed to react quickly.

She had never been humiliated like that before. Not even when Damien had first dragged her into this hell and made her his slave.

Damien had been cruel, cold and domineering.

But he had never degraded her like that. He had never cornered her in a hallway and never tried to force himself on her and he had never stared at her with lustful eyes.

Hazel did not even realize that she had started comparing Damien to other men and that he was in most of her thoughts recently.

She was still reeling in anger of what she had just experienced.

Her tears blurred her vision, but she forced it back.

She wouldn’t let them fall, because that would seem like his words had an effect on her and that would mean her defeat.

But, she also didn’t want anyone to see her like this, so she lowered her head and hurried forward.

She turned a corner sharply and saw three figures walking in her direction and her steps paused.

Damien was in the middle, speaking seriously to a young man Hazel had seen in the dining hall one time, she assumed he was one of his betas. Beside them stood a middle-aged man in full armor, his metal boots making sounds against the pavement as he walked.

The man had his helmet tucked under his arm, his posture rigid and commanding. The scars across his sharp features spoke of battles fought during the years.

Hazel had already begun getting used to the structure of the pack and when she caught sight of the emblem on his chest area, she knew that he was a general.

They were clearly discussing something of utmost importance and Hazel wasn’t interested in it. Moreover, she was not in the mood to face Damien right now.

But, no matter what, Damien’s eyes will always find her.

Damien felt a familiar presence and scent that prompted him to raise his head, then he saw Hazel's lithe figure and for some reason, the seriousness on his brows lessened slightly.

No one noticed this, apart from the sharp-eyes General Luke, who raised his brow at Hazel.

‘Who was this woman?’ The general couldn’t help but wonder inwardly.

He had watched the Alpha grow up and he knew how emotionally detached he was. To be able to lessen his coldness, this woman should be studied.

But the general quickly recognized Hazel seeing her brown hair.

He furrowed his brows, but said nothing. It wasn’t in his place after all.

Damien’s eyes swept over Hazel’s body, feeling as though he had not seen her for a long time.

Hazel could feel his gaze on her and for some reason, it calmed her nerves.

Damien turned to Killian and gave an instruction.

“We will discuss the remaining details tonight, all the warriors must be ready by then.” He turned to General Luke after that. “Make sure that the new recruits are ready. And have the patrol doubled at the east of the pack.”

“Your wish is my command, Alpha.” General Luke said before disappearing into another corner.

Killian glanced at Hazel and at Damien, then shook his head secretly before speaking, “Alpha, Roman seems to be back.”

Hearing that name, Damien frowned. “What is he doing here? Does his father not have enough accommodation for him?”

Killian did not say anything.

“Keep an eye on him.” Damien added and Killian nodded before leaving as well.

Hazel did not raise her head throughout all this.

Actually, she could have left since she always claims that seeing Damien makes her disgusted, but she remained still just a few steps away from him as though her legs had turned to lead.

When she heard that familiar name of that disgusting man, her shoulders tensed.

Damien finally turned to Hazel, who was oddly quiet and was unlike her.

“Wait for me tonight,” he began in an even tone. “I might return late, I have a lot to do tonight.”

It didn’t sound like an instruction or a command, Hazel felt as though it sounded like a promise and it baffled her.

He could decide not to come, why was he…reporting to her?

However, not in the mood to argue with him, she nodded slowly.

Damien frowned.

What is wrong with her? She isn’t usually like this?

His eyes narrowed slightly and he took a step closer to her instead of leaving like he had planned to.

He reached out for her chin and curled his fingers around it before forcing her to raise her head, though his actions were not harsh in the slightest.

Her eyelashes were wet.

And her eyes were red. She had been crying.

When the thought settled inside him, his expression turned so cold, but he did not even notice it. All he knew was that his blood boiled in rage for a reason he didn’t even want to know.

Who dared make her cry? He was the only one who could make her cry and see her tears. No other man in this world had that right.

Damien did not notice that possessive emotion that crept to his heart like the devil’s vine, all he knew was that he didn’t like what he was seeing.

“Who made you cry?” He asked, his voice rigid with anger.

Hazel stiffened instantly and tried to take a step back, but he wouldn’t let her.

She was forced to reply, “I wasn’t crying.”

Well, she was not lying. She had not been crying, he was seeing things that were not there.

“Care to explain why your eyes are red and eyelashes are wet?” He asked again, his voice deeper this time and Hazel blinked.

She stared into his stormy eyes and for the first time, something warm found its way into her heart.

“I…It must be dust particles. Something entered my eyes earlier.” She lied, averting her gaze.