Chapter 98: Opening the parcel

Hazel walked through the quiet corridors with the food tray balanced in her hand, but her mind was elsewhere.

What Uncle Dimitri said kept replaying in her head over and over again, like a broken opera sound.

He killed them all!

Why? Didn’t she agree to the condition he gave? So he was merely using her to fulfil his own desires, he had no plans on showing mercy to anybody.

Hazel stopped at a corner. She glanced around and seeing no one around, she brought out the parcel expressionlessly.

For a moment, she simply stared at the parcel, a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes. But it quickly morphed into steel determination.

Inside the parcel was a fine white powder with no specific odor.

‘A small quantity is enough to kill even the strongest Alpha.’ She remembered what Uncle Dimitri had told her and pressed her lips together.

She forced herself to remain calm and carefully sprinkled a small amount of the powder into Damien’s food. The fine powder rapidly dissolved into the broth, leaving nothing behind.

But Hazel was still cautious enough to stir the broth gently to avoid unnecessary suspicions before he took the food. She had already prepared to die after Damien had been killed, knowing fully well that she would be exposed afterwards.

Nothing looked different, the soup was still the same rich-gold color, no different odor and nobody would know that something different had been added, not even Damien himself.

Her heart strangely pounded harder as she stared at the tray in her hand.

Damien deserves to die.

He had committed too many atrocities and she was doing the innocent people who had died from his hands a good deed. Someone like Damien does not deserve to exist in this world or there would be no peace.

Hazel convinced herself with these statements and hid the parcel back into her sleeves, before she continued walking towards Damien’s study chamber. She heaved in relief in the realization that nobody passed, so she was definitely not seen while adding the powder into the meal.

When she arrived, she noticed that the door was slightly opened.

Hasel paused. She could hear voices, Damien was not alone.

Hasel could hear Killian’s voice as he reported something to Damien.

“Alpha, what do you think we should do? They are refugees from another pack, we shouldn’t let them into our territory. What if there are spies among them? Wouldn’t that be the same as inviting trouble with our own hands?”

Damien did not hesitate to reply, “They are looking for shelter and since we have the power, we will give it to them. I didn’t build this pack to close it off for those who needed help and if in the future, I find any spy among them, I will kill them myself.”

“But…”

“Build them a place to stay, they only need help.”

Hazel stood still at the entrance, her eyes flickering as she listened to their conversation without moving an inch.

What if she had misunderstood? What if Damien wasn't as ruthless? But she had watched him kill her parents and family, she had also heard Uncle Dimitri explain how he killed the last people who were close to her.

How could someone like that be kind?

It was probably a form of pretense, it was a facade. He must have heard her footsteps and decided to put on a show.

Hazel concluded, but she didn’t later go in.

She told herself, “Be patient, wait a little longer for the right time.”

Without making a sound, Hazel turned on her heels and left, her mind riddled with a lot of confusing thoughts.

Instead of her own chambers, she walked into Damien’s chamber, determined to watch him eat the poisoned food as soon as he arrived.

She placed the food tray on a side stand and waited while pacing around somewhat restlessly.

The silence in the room was heavy, it made her heart restless.

Her gaze drifted to the bowl.

Soon, he would eat it.

Soon, it will all be over and the great Alpha Damien would cease to exist.

Soon, she would no longer be his sex slave and she would be able to avenge the death of her parents.

Soon…

Hazel's thought suddenly trailed off as a jabbing pain struck her heart, making her bite her lips.

The thought of Damien eating the poisoned food, why doesn’t it make her happy at all? Instead, why was it that all she could feel was pain?

She imagined him eating the food and moments later, she imagined him vomiting blood and his proud figure crumbling slowly. Her chest tightened and her fist curled by the sides.

Why did the thought make her feel like…this?

Wasn’t revenge what she had always wanted? Wasn't killing Damien her life long dream all along?

When did that dream begin to change? How did Damien manage to find his way into her heart?

And now, why can’t she bear the thought of him dying when he deserves to die a thousand times over?

Hazel did not even know she was crying until a tear drop rolled down to her chin. She raised her finger to wipe the tear drop and stared at her wet fingers in a daze.

“Tears? Why?”

She also had no idea why the tears kept coming.

She was doing nothing wrong, so why does she feel this way?

Her people were dead because of him, so why can’t she kill him?

Hazel gritted her teeth, the sound of her teeth gnashing against each other filled the room. With all her willpower, she suppressed those unwanted thoughts and waited.

And soon enough, the door to the chamber was pushed open to reveal Damien.

When he saw Hazel, he was slightly surprised.

“Hazel, what are you doing here?” He asked, his voice somewhat gentle and it made Hazel’s heart skip a bit.

She just realized that his voice had been this gentle towards her these days.