Chapter 63: His Smile

At that moment, Mireya was in a state of complete shock, disbelief and anger.

It was one thing for Damien not to fall under the influence of the aphrodisiac she had prepared, but Hazel still managed to escape unscathed and now, they even planned on investigating this series of events.

Definitely, they would trace everything back to her and all her plans would be exposed in the open.

Why was it like this? Why does it have to be like this?

If Hazel had been violated, Mireya wouldn’t have felt so much rage within her. It felt as though her blood was boiling.

Mireya watched as Damien carried Hazel out of the chamber and how the whore even had the audacity to lean into his arms.

‘She has no shame at all!’ Mireya uttered inwardly, almost on the verge of breaking down.

She did not dare stay long. After glaring at Roman, who still failed to keep a woman, she left in a flurry.

Back in her chamber, Mireya began to throw everything on sight.

Her treasure scent carriers, her hair clips, her rouge kit, everything was thrown to the ground in extreme anger.

“Why can’t you just die? Die! You bitch!” She exclaimed, her tone venomous.

She wished she could just kill Hazel and drink her blood.

That woman was giving her so much trouble in just the span of a few days. Why was she so lucky? She was merely a former presence of a backward pack, it couldn’t even compare to the black ridge pack.

So, why?

Why wasn’t her?

Mireya had no doubt that if she had been in Hazel's position, Damien might not even think of rescuing him personally. She had seen how crazy he had gone for her, she had seen the worry in the eyes of the tyrannical Alpha, who was said to harbor no soft spot for any woman.

So why was Hazel different?

Now, would her plan be exposed?

If it was, Damien might even kill her, then her chances to be with him will be completely ruined.

“No. I can’t let that happen.” She told herself, shaking her head frantically.

Then, a thought occurred to her and she scoffed.

“I’d rather kill than be exposed.” She finally said, her tone utterly cold like it came from someone who had been isolated in a glacial cave.

Mireya walked towards her bed and pushed aside the plush pillow to reveal a black parcel.

She had wanted to keep this parcel as a trump card, but now, she is forced to use it.

But she doesn’t regret it. She would destroy anything on her path of getting what she wanted.

That night, Mireya didn’t have a wink of sleep and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes until dawn fell.

…

On the other hand, after Damien left the chamber with Hazel in his arms, Killian left to carry out his order while Matilda followed the couple.

“Alpha, is there anything I can help with?” Matilda asked, glancing at Hazel with worry and concern.

She had heard it, the silent sobs from Hazel. It was her first time seeing the stubborn woman cry and it made her old heart ache.

Damien shook his head, “I will call for you later, you can retire for the day.”

Matilda did not press further and nodded. With one last look at Hazel, she turned and left.

However, as soon as she turned her head, anger flashed in her eyes.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her that what happened tonight was orchestrated by someone and she already had a name in mind.

If that person thinks she could continue to push her weight around and won’t be exposed, then she was deceiving herself.

Damien took Hazel to his chamber and laid her gently on the bed. As soon as she found herself in the familiar face, Hazel covered her head with the quilt, too ashamed to face anybody.

Damien stood at the edge of the bed, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

That was when he remembered her wounds and quickly turned around to approach a wooden drawer beside his bed where a medicine was kept.

He held the vessel in his hand and approached her once again.

“Hazel?” He called, his voice softer than he had intended, but he did not seem to notice.

Hazel's body trembled, but she did not turn around.

“Hazel, turn around, let me treat your wound.” He said.

Still no response.

But, Damien was oddly patient that night.

“If you keep covering yourself like this, you will suffocate.” He said, extending his hand to remove the covers on her.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t holding onto it, allowing him to pull the covers down.

Hazel had turned, she was staring at him with red and puffy eyes.

Then, her lips curled into a sarcastic smile, “You must find me pitiful now, right? You are probably rejoicing inwardly, am I right? You’ve always wanted me to be like this.” She said, giving a forced smile.

Damien’s expression did not change, “Sit up.”

For the first time, Hazel obeyed him after a moment of hesitation. She pressed her lips together and sat up.

She did not see the flash of softness that flickered in Damien’s eyes following her obedience.

He quickly began to tend to the wounds on her face first, applying medicine.

At one point, Hazel hissed.

“Be gentle, are you doing it intentionally?” She spat, glaring at him.

That familiar expression made Damien’s lips curl.

His little flame was still the same.

This time, his smile did not escape Hazel's eyes.

She glanced at him in a mix of shock and surprise, “You smiled!”

Damien quickly schooled the expression in his eyes, “I didn’t. You were seeing things.”

For some reason, Hazel chuckled, “No. I saw you smile, you are lying.”

“Keep still.” He commanded coldly and she sniggered, but obeyed.

Damien had to control his strength, something he had never done, so it took him a while to finish tending to her wounds and throughout the process, Hazel's eyes were completely on her.

“Your ears are red.”