Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Third person pov

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The massive eye hovering above the arena flickered with shifting images of the forest, it captured every movement, every deception, every drop of blood, and projected it to the roaring crowd below.

“Oh my gods! Did he know?” a woman in the crowd gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief as she clutched the railing in front of her, her eyes glued to the image of Noah standing calmly before the creature.

“I know, right?” another person chimed in immediately, leaning forward as if getting closer would somehow help them understand what they were seeing.

Around them, murmurs spread, voices overlapping in awe and confusion.

“Other people didn’t even notice anything odd,” a man added, shaking his head slowly. “They were so focused on attacking the eye, what they thought was the enemy that they never even questioned what was right in front of them.”

“Exactly,” someone else agreed, crossing their arms. “But he noticed immediately. Not just that, he kept talking to it like it was normal, even after figuring out what it was.”

A brief silence followed.

“He’s terrifying,” a woman whispered under her breath. “And dangerous.”

“Do you think he would agree to be hired after the rite?” another asked eagerly, her eyes gleaming with ambition. “Someone like that would be invaluable to any household.”

“In your dreams,” a man scoffed beside her, rolling his eyes. “Do you even realize how many people are watching him right now? The House of Magic will definitely try to recruit him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the Alpha’s royal guard is already considering it.”

At the mention of that, several people exchanged knowing glances before nodding in agreement, their attention snapping right back to the eye as the scene continued to unfold.

Not far from the crowd, elevated slightly above the rest, Abigail, the host, stood with her arms crossed, her lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk as she watched the same projection.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement that was almost predatory in nature.

She had hosted many warrior rites before, had seen bloodshed, brilliance, and brutality in countless forms, but never like this.

Never something like him.

Beside her, one of her staff members glanced between her and the projection, clearly amused by her expression.

“You look unusually happy,” he remarked, tilting his head slightly. “Is it because this year’s rite is bigger than the others?”

Abigail didn’t answer immediately, her gaze still fixed on the image of Noah. The staff continued, gesturing subtly toward the crowd. “Normally people avoid this event because of the violence, but this year.. it’s overflowing. Half the pack couldn’t even get in.”

He let out a small chuckle. “That monitoring eye idea of yours was clever. Broadcasting everything across the pack, now everyone gets to watch the chaos unfold.”

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Chapter 181

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