Chapter 72: The great Alpha

When Hazel entered the study chamber, she realized that Damien was not the only one there.

Roman was also present, including the man who Hazel remembered to be Damien’s first beta.

The man, Killian, stood behind Damien, silent and composed. His back was not bent like some subordinate, but he seemed to be a right-hand man instead. His sharp gaze quickly followed Hazel as she entered.

There was scrutiny in his eyes, something he didn’t even bother to hide.

He couldn’t understand what was so special about Hazel that made Damien so protective of her and made him react so fiercely whenever her name was mentioned.

It was as though he had done something to Damien, but Killian could not figure out what.

As soon as Hazel entered, she realized that the air was heavy.

It wasn’t seen, but could be felt. The air was stifling and suffocating. It was unmistakeable, the clash of auras between Damien and Roman.

Damien sat alone on a long couch, relaxed in posture, and his eyes were calm like an ancient lake. But the aura he was exuding was like that of a beast, making any one who saw him unable to keep still and feel the urge to bow and submit to him.

Roman, however, had a rigid expression, his jaw was tight like he was restraining something.

Their auras clashed repeatedly, one party demanding submission from the other. They were like two predators who didn’t want to yield for the other.

Hazel, however, in the presence of two strong auras, had no change in her expression. Her steps remained steady and her face remained composed.

Even Killian couldn’t help but be surprised. Even young mistresses of large families and packs would cower in front of Damien, not to mention with Roman included.

But she did not falter, as though she did not feel anything.

However, confronting Damien, who was like a reincarnated ancient beast, Roman didn’t stand a chance. He tried and managed to withstand a minute, but afterwards, his aura began to falter.

He turned to a ship in the midst of a storm.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and from Hazel's position, she could see that his shirt was already soaked at the back.

Though he tried to hold his ground, Damien’s aura was stronger, heavier and more controlled. If Roman was a strong commander, Damien was the general of them all.

Roman was just like a little kid before him.

Roman also seemed to understand this point and his face darkened so much that it was almost similar to the bottom of a wood pot.

He had always known that Damien was higher in terms of level and strength, but he never expected the level to be so high. He couldn’t even compare at all.

Why?

Why was that?

He had trained so hard for months, all for what?

Wasn’t it just to be able to rival him?

Wasn’t it just so he wouldn’t leave in Damien’s shadow anymore?

Then, why? Why does it seem like Damien was only getting stronger?

Roman remembered that as an Alpha, Damien is almost always pressed down with official and political matters of the pack, so he has no time for himself to train.

Yet, Roman had been away for months using the excuse of a so-called mission. During these six months, he had trained like a mad person.

One, he had even charged into a horde of wild animals, using blood to forge his strength.

But still, it was all for nothing. He still couldn’t compare to Damien who never trained.

Roman’s finger twitched by the sides, but he said nothing and withdrew his aura. His back was slightly bent, a sign of admitting defeat.

Though he was unwilling, Roman knew that if he didn’t do that, Damien wouldn’t stop and then, Roman would be embarrassed in front of the people in the chamber.

Roman could afford to lower his head, but he could not afford to lose his face. That was even more precious than his life.

So, he took a step back.

There was no change in Damien’s expression at all, as though he never considered Roman as an opponent, and he also withdrew his aura calmly.

Roman was still the son of an elder and the matter had not been his fault this time, so Damien could not intentionally target him.

The clash between Damien and Roman seemed to have taken more than thirty minutes, but in truth, it only took a few seconds.

Hazel saw everything, but still calmly moved forward, intending to take the empty seats opposite Roman and Damien.

But before she could sit, Damien’s voice reached her ears.

“Come here.” He said, gesturing to the seat beside him.

His voice wasn’t loud and it wasn’t an order, more like a suggestion.

Hazel hesitated for a while, before finally walking over. She could feel Roman’s gaze boring towards her back with intensity, but she did not really care.

Roman’s jaw tightened.

Although Hazel had been reduced to a slave, she was still a former princess.

Why was it that Damien got to have all the good things and all that remains for him is only leftovers?

And yet, he can’t say anything about it.

Roman wanted everything Damien had.

The position, the status and the women around him.

As soon as Hazel settled down, Damien turned to gaze at Roman.

“Who served you last night?” Damien asked, his tone mild and casual.

But the people in the chamber knew that his calm demeanor at that moment should not be underestimated. This man can be calm at one moment, then he can be like a raging beast at another moment.

Roman smiled softly, “Why? Does the great Alpha not trust his own people?” He asked, his voice holding a mixture of mockery and sarcasm. “Or is there a spy within the army of the legendary Alpha Damien of the Dark shadow pack?”