Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

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I studied the woman in front of me in complete silence, allowing my gaze to linger on her features as my mind calmly pieced everything together, because this was not the time to panic or act impulsively, this was the time to understand exactly what I was dealing with and how dangerous the situation truly was.

Kitsune.

That was what some people called them, fox spirits that were more commonly found in the eastern regions, especially within the Akuma-Okami pack where traditions, language, and even their way of life were entirely different from the rest of the world.

I had only encountered information about them in fragments across my past lives, but I remembered enough to know that they were not creatures to be taken lightly, because unlike ordinary beasts or even most entities, kitsune were cunning, ancient, and terrifyingly intelligent, capable of deception so perfect that even experienced warriors could lose themselves before realizing they had already fallen into a trap.

There were different types of kitsune, each more dangerous than the last depending on their nature and alignment.

There were the Myobu, celestial foxes that served as messengers to Inari-Okami, the god of rice and prosperity, beings that were often regarded as holy and rarely interfered with mortals unless necessary, their presence usually bringing fortune rather than disaster. Then there were the Nogitsune, wild fox spirits known for their mischievous and chaotic nature, tricksters who thrived on confusion, fear, and manipulation, often playing with their prey rather than killing them outright, making them unpredictable but not always immediately lethal.

And then, there was the last type, the one people avoided speaking about entirely, as if even mentioning their name might invite their attention.

Akakitsune. The red demon fox.

Creatures that were not just dangerous, but purely malicious, beings that delighted in bloodshed, that fed on humans and drank their blood not out of necessity but out of desire, growing stronger with every life they consumed, their power reflected in the color of their fur. The deeper and richer the red, the more they killed, and the more they devoured, the more monstrous they became,

And the fur I had seen, even if only for a fleeting moment when her disguise slipped, had not been a faint red or a diluted shade. It was a deep red. And it was thick with the weight of countless lives.

Which meant the creature standing in front of me was not just a kitsune, but a very powerful Akakitsune.

My gaze remained steady. This was no longer just a simple test or illusion within the forest, this was something far more dangerous than what the host had implied, and it made me question just how many other hidden threats were lurking within this place. It was rare to see a kitsune outside the Akuma-Okami territory, and rarer still to encounter one of this level of power wandering freely in a place like this.

Which meant one thing.

If a creature like this existed, then there were even more dangerous things lurking in the forest

The thought barely had time to fully form before I felt a sudden, unnatural pull on my hand, invasive enough to stap my attention downward immediately, and what I saw made my eyes narrow ever so slightly

The dagger I had plunged into her moments ago was no longer simply lodged in her body. Her stomach, split open trom the wound, wasn’t bleeding as it should have. Instead, it was moving as if it had a will of us own

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Chapter 182

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The blade was being dragged inward. The flesh around it rippled as though it were swallowing the weapon whole.

For a brief second, I simply watched, my expression unreadable as I analyzed what was happening, but the moment I felt the pull beginning to reach my hand, I reacted without hesitation, releasing the dagger instantly and stepping back just as whatever that thing tried to drag me in along with it.

The moment my hand was free, I lifted my gaze back to her face, completely unshaken, even as she stood there with that same unsettling smile stretched across her lips, her tongue sliding slowly over them as if savoring a lingering taste.

“Hm…” she hummed softly, her voice now fully feminine, smooth and disturbingly pleased, as if she had just discovered something delightful. “The dagger tastes so good, because you touched it. I wonder how good you will taste, if even the dagger carries your flavor.”

I stared at her without a word while she stood there grinning like she had already won. There was something unhinged in her eyes.

“What will you do now?” she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she tilted her head slightly, her lips stretching into a wide, taunting smile. “I ate your weapon. How will you kill me? You’re defenseless.”

Slowly, the corner of my lips curled upward. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was mocking.

Her expression faltered, confusion flickering across her face as she tried to understand why I wasn’t panicking, why I wasn’t reacting the way she expected me to.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached behind me and pulled out the sword strapped to my back, the metal gleaming faintly. The moment it left its sheath, the air around us seemed to shift, a quiet pressure settling over the space between us.

Her smile disappeared instantly.

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