Chapter 62: Drugged

Damien had never seen such an expression of obvious relief in Hazel's eyes before, it stung him and infuriated him to no ends.

There were scratch marks on her clean face, some even deep enough to show her flesh and blood continuously dripping from them. There was a palm imprint on her cheek too, and on her neck.

Damien’s roar almost shook off the ceiling, his boot making loud thud sounds as he rushed forward. His aura gloomy like a roaring storm, ready to swallow anything on its path.

However, it was as though Roman did not hear anything.

Any person normal in the head would have cowered under the roar of such an high-level Alpha like Damien, but it was as though he could not hear anything and the only thing in his mind was to get Hazel laid no matter what happens.

Damien appeared beside the bed in a flash.

He grabbed Roman by the collar of his shirt and flung him away like he was a mere rag doll.

Roman’s body flew across the wall like a meteorite, smashing against the wall so hard that cracks that seemed like webs began to spread.

As soon as the heavy weight lifted from her body, Hazel scrambled backward, struggling to cover her almost disheveled dress as more people entered.

Damien shrugs off his coat and drapes it over Hazel's body, careful of her wounds and gentle enough not to stimulate her, knowing she was in a sensitive state at that moment.

Even Damien did not know he could be that gentle.

But that gentleness only lasted for a second as he turned to Roman, who was struggling to stand up, blood trickling down the corner of his lips.

Feeling the weight of Damien’s coat on her and his peculiar scent, Hazel subconsciously relaxed. She just had the thought that with Damien around, nothing would happen to her.

She did not know that she had developed a level of trust towards him and even if she knew, she might refuse to admit it.

“Daring to touch my person, you are courting death!” Damien growled, his face so grim it could drip with water.

He stormed over and before Roman could get up, he kicked him hard in the ribs, causing the man to flop back down.

Blood spilling from his throat and split lips.

Then, Damien punched him.

Again and again.

Until Roman’s face was almost unrecognizable.

His fist connected to Roman’s jaw, making low cracking sounds. Then to his chest, then to his nose, and to several parts of his body.

Wherever his fists landed, a sound of bones cracking would follow.

Damien did not hold back in the slightest, he was blinded by rage.

Roman coughed violently. He tried to defend himself, but in front of Damien, it was futile.

Then Damien grabbed Roman by the throat, lifting him up with a bulge of the muscle in his arm.

Roman was forcefully pulled up, his legs gradually leaving the ground and his swollen face turned red, pale and then purple.

Damien held his throat tight, taking away air from him.

Roman clawed at Damien’s arm, the force causing wounds on Damien’s arm, but that wasn’t enough to deter him. It only made him tighten his hold even further.

Roman’s eyes almost popped out.

“Alpha!”

Killian, who had entered the chamber at one point called out.

Although Roman was a pain in the ass, if Damien killed him, the balance in the pack would tilt.

“He doesn’t look right.” Killian’s voice broke through the storm in Damien’s eyes.

Matilda finally reacted at that point, she quickly approached Hazel and helped her up, supporting her frail self that seemed on the verge of breaking apart.

It wasn’t due to the wounds, since they would heal in no time, but because of the ordeal she had been made to go through.

If Damien hadn’t arrived in time…

Hazel didn’t dare think of the consequences, she could not even imagine it.

If it really happened, she really wouldn’t hesitate to kill herself.

Damien paused after hearing what Killian had said. He threw Roman to the ground harshly and the man began to cough.

Damien stared at him and finally realized how high Roman’s temperature was when he was strangling him. His eyes had been bloodshot too, even before Damien started hitting him and his body kept shaking.

His eyes were also dazed and unfocused.

He really doesn’t seem right.

Damien’s gaze darkened even further, and he frowned.

Killian quickly stepped deeper into the room, he glanced around the room and focused his attention on an empty wine goblet on a side stool.

He approached, brought the cup to his nose and took a whiff.

Then he said, “Alpha, it seemed like an aphrodisiac. Roman might have been drugged, and considering this smell, the dosage is not low.”

Damien’s gaze slowly shifted from Roman’s sorry figure to the goblet in Killian’s hands, "Aphrodisiac?"

He did not doubt Killian’s words because Killian was in charge of dealing with the black market, so he had seen illegal deals countless times.

Damien’s jaw tightened.

He remembered the scene he had entered to witness how Roman had not even reacted to his arrival.

Then he told Killian, “Find a physician to treat him and find out who served him the drink.”

Killian took the order and nodded.

Damien turned his attention back to Hazel who was being supported by Matilda, shivering.

He walked over and in understanding, Matilda took a step back, allowing Damien to take her place.

He wrapped his arm around Hazel’s waist and bent slightly to lift her up, his other hand under her knees.

Hazel did not hesitate to cling to him and this time, she did not utter any sarcastic statement as usual. She only buried her face in Damien’s neck and said nothing.

But soon, Damien felt something scalding stream down his neck, soaking his shirt.

Hazel was crying.

The thought made his pupils shrink.