Chapter 61: His arrival

Damien’s brows knitted tightly, his expression growing dark and gloomy.

“It looks like you are so eager to die.” He threatened, his voice Ice-cold. “Don’t test me, Mireya.” He added.

He knew Mireya never liked Hazel, so he felt she was spouting rubbish to frame Hazel.

He squeezed her throat harder and hurt fingers clawed at his hand, not strong enough to break free, but desperate enough to display the fear clawing at her heart.

“I am not lying!” She rasped hurriedly, having no doubt that he would really break her neck.

Apart from the fear, there was also a hint of resentment in her heart and it was directed at Hazel.

“I am really not lying. Hazel refuses to come as you’ve ordered because she had decided to visit your beta, Roman. I think they met yesterday and grew interested in each other. Roman also seemed gentle towards her.”

Damien knew there were loopholes in her explanation, especially considering how there were no other people present when he told Hazel to wait for him in his chamber apart from Killian and the general.

But anger still rippled through him like a stone that had been thrown into water.

Earlier, he had seen the tears in Hazel’s eyes and had thought that something had happened to her.

What if it was not tears of sadness, but of the opposite?

The thought had Damien seething with rage.

Hazel belonged to him, whether she liked it or not.

She had no right to be with any other man and definitely not Roman.

Roman. That name sounded like a spark landing on dry grass, igniting flames in Damien’s heart.

Roman might be his beta, but they were not really on good terms.

Damien’s hold did not loosen immediately on Mireya’s neck, nor did it tighten any further. Mireya stared closely at him, and smiled inwardly despite herself.

Damien knew Mireya’s explanation was flimsy and suspicious.

Especially considering the fact that she had decided to visit so late at night. Just to tell him she saw Hazel leaving to visit another man? It wasn’t logical.

But what Damien was feeling wasn’t logical either.

He felt like his territory had been breached.

He imagined Hazel softening for another man like she would never do for him, he imagined her laying beneath another man and he almost lost his reasoning.

In addition to his condition that had flared, Damien could feel his control and self-restraint slipping from his palm quickly.

Damien forced himself to release Mireya before he really snapped her neck due to the turmoil of emotions that was wrecking havoc wishing him.

As soon as he did, she crumpled to the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she coughed incessantly.

She clutched her throat, her eyes burning with tears of relief after suffocation.

He didn’t spare her another glance.

If she was lying, she would pay for it later.

But if she was not…

Cold fury, the kind that did not roar but simmer quietly, waiting for a chance to erupt, rose within him.

His boots turned sharply towards the door and the door swung open with force. He did not bother closing it as he stormed out of the chamber.

As his figure disappeared, Mireya also gradually stood to her feet, her throat still hurting.

She glanced at the direction Damien had left in and frowned deeply.

What went wrong?

Was the tea containing the aphrodisiac not delivered?

Mireya turned to the empty cup at the side stool and pressed her lips together. It was clearly the tea she had prepared.

She had seen Matilda preparing tea in the kitchen earlier and when she had left to quickly attend to something, she had changed the cup of tea to the one that contained the aphrodisiac she had prepared.

The dose of aphrodisiac she added was enough to knock three strong Alphas down, turning them into lustful beasts.

She had been ruthless in adding the dosage, she was determined not to give Damien any leeway to dismiss her after they’ve had a long night together.

Yet, he remained conscious.

Thankfully, she had prepared a second plan, one she had been unwilling to use because she had hoped the first plan would work.

But, it was good too.

By the time Damien got there, that slut would have been violated in every way possible.

A malicious glint flashed in Mireya’s eyes and she quickly rushed out of the chamber, wanting to watch the show. She wanted to see that slut, who had always pretended to be aloof and pure, get tainted by someone like Roman.

By then, Damien would lose his interest in her and he would finally notice her, Mireya.

The more Mireya thought about it, the brighter her smile became.

Damien’s figure had completely disappeared, so she made her way towards the guest wing.

Damien, on the other hand, rushed towards the guest wing like a gale, his aura so frightening that if anybody had witnessed him in this state, they would have turned deathly pale.

This was what Matilda saw and her expression turned solemn.

She had not seen that expression on Damien’s visage for a while.

She followed Damien silently, not daring to say another word.

Mireya approached while panting, and the three arrived in front of Roman’s chamber together.

Damien did not think twice before raising his leg, his boot struck the heavy door with so much force that splintered the wooden latch easily.

The sound echoed in the corridor like thunder would rumble in the sky, frightening some patrolling guards to rush towards their direction.

Damien watched as the wooden door burst inward, slamming heavily on the ground with a loud thud.

Then he saw her.

Hazel, on the bed, pinned, looking disheveled.

Roman towered over her, one hand gripping her wrists over head and the other tearing at the fabric of her dress.

Yet, she did not stop struggling.

Her legs kicked wildly.

The ruckus from the entrance attracted her attention and she turned to glance at the direction with red, fearful eyes.

At that moment, something snapped within Damien.

“Son of a bitch!”