Chapter 59: His Name!

“Who…”

Hazel wanted to speak, but what came out was a grunt as pain rippled from her spine. It was so painful that she felt like her back was going to break at that moment.

That was when she felt the figure moving closer and nudging her neck as though trying to inhale her scent.

Alarm bells went off in her mind in an instant.

It wasn’t Mireya, but someone else.

What is going on?

But Hazel didn’t have the time to think much, she began struggling, trying to push the person off her. By the physique and height, Hazel knew that it was a man, but she was unable to see his face yet.

“Let go of me!” She yelled, trying to punch him, but he seemed to have expected that move from her. He caught her wrists with one hand and slammed it against the wall over her head.

Hazel's face went pale in shock.

Why was he so strong? Who was this man?

She could not even put up a fight.

At that moment, it was as though nature wanted her to see the man’s features, so thunder rumbled in the sky, it was about to rain.

Lightning flashed in the sky, the illumination allowing Hazel to get a glimpse of the man’s looks.

And when she did, her pupil constricted sharply.

“It’s you!”

It was Roman, the same pervert who had tried to force himself on her. She had entered a beast’s den. Had she entered the wrong chamber or something?

But that couldn’t be!

She had followed that guard’s description clearly.

A thought occurred to Hazel and her heart skipped multiple beats at once.

Could it be…that she had fallen for a trap?

A trap set by Mireya?

That bitch!

Hazel felt that she should have known that the woman can not be up to any good, she should have suspected something.

At that moment, Hazel continued struggling and as lightning flashed again, she saw that Roman doesn’t seem to be okay.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, the red veins in them could be clearly seen, his breathing was heavy and abnormal, like a beast that had been released after a long time in a dungeon.

Hazel knew at that moment that he was not right in the head, something was wrong with him.

“Roman, let me go right now. I’m sure you are not willing to face the Alpha’s wrath.” Hazel threatened, suppressing the subtle tremble to her voice due to fear.

Yes, no matter how strong or willful, who wouldn’t be afraid in this situation? She already accepted her date with Damien, but that does not mean she was willing to have another man sleep with her again.

How could she live with herself and body afterwards?

She would rather die than be reduced to a public sex slave.

However, Roman said nothing in response. He only pressed his body closer to her as he kissed her pale-white neck fervently.

Hazel felt disgust rising to the back of her throat in the form of a bile, she almost gagged at the sensation. Her struggles became even stronger and finally, she succeeded in freeing one of her hands.

Her eyes lit up and she quickly dipped her hand into her sleeves to retrieve the dagger she had been hiding there.

When she succeeded, she was exhilarated.

Without hesitation, she shoved the dagger downwards, attempting to drive the tip into Roman’s vitals, his eyes.

But, his reaction speed was shocking.

Just when the tip of the dagger was a few inches from her eyes, he grabbed the dagger with his barehand, stopping it from advancing forward. Hazel tried to pull the dagger back, but his hold on it was so strong that she did not succeed.

Blood dropped from Roman’s hand, but it was as though he could not feel it.

He suddenly released the dagger, and Hazel was about to reply when he punched her wrist with so much force that made her face pale even further.

The force was so much that she felt he must have broken her joints or something. Her hand fell weakly on the side and at that moment, she suddenly felt weightless.

Roman had carried her!

“Let go! Let me go!”

Hazel finally realized that things were getting out of hand, she screamed loudly, struggling frantically and desperately.

She was terrified.

She had not been so scared in her life.

Even when she did it with Damien, what she had felt was not fear.

Her head pounded loudly against her chest as though it would leap out any moment from now on.

“Roman, don’t do this. You will offend the Alpha. I am not worth it” She was reduced to pleading with him fearfully.

But, it was like he could not hear her. Carrying her like a rice bag in his arms, he approached his bed with large strides and ignored her futile struggles.

The next moment, he flung her to the bed without mercy.

Hazel's head hit the wooden bed frame, and pain flared in the back of her head, making her dizzy for a while.

By the time she reacted, Roman’s body was already looming over her, his fingers trailing limes on her neck.

Hazel pushed against him.

But she had not expected the harsh slap that came next.

The impact of the slap sent her face whipping to the side, an obvious palm imprint appearing on her side cheek in that instant.

Hazel's brain buzzed, and her vision turned even blurrier.

She could feel the metallic texture of blood in her mouth, as blood trickled down her lips.

Was this really going to be her fate?

Does she really have to end up like this?

At that moment of her desperation, Hazel did not know why, but the name at the tip of her tongue was of the man she hated most, the man she calls beast and the man, whose mere sight she could not bear.

‘Damien…’