Harem Stealer Vol. 2
Copyright© 2026 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 27: Damon
Elijah—no, not just Elijah, but every genius in the arena—stared at Noah.
Not because his aura was overwhelming. Not because of his beauty.
But because he looked too ordinary.
No power emanated from him. No pressure, no presence—just a simple, unremarkable young man.
The crowd, the mundane, dismissed him outright.
But the geniuses?
Their expressions hardened. Their instincts screamed.
This one is dangerous.
The thought echoed in every mind, like a silent whisper crawling through their bones.
Elijah, however, was unfazed. He had expected this. His quest had already warned him—Noah was a threat.
Still, not everyone cared.
Eric, for example, yawned. “Let’s just get this stupid test over with. I need a nap.”
Meanwhile, Sophie smiled softly and stepped toward Noah.
For years, Noah had cultivated their bond—letters, kind words, rare gifts, even ice lotuses. Not just because he needed to, but because he wanted to.
He had taken a liking to this wife of his.
Sophie’s voice was warm. “It’s been a long time, Noah.”
Noah, with Neko curled atop his head, grinned mischievously.
And then—he closed the distance in an instant and pulled her into his arms.
WELP!
A startled sound escaped Sophie’s lips. Whispers erupted all around them.
She hissed under her breath, “Have you no shame? Everyone’s watching.”
Noah chuckled, unbothered. “Isn’t this normal? Husband and wife, reuniting after three years?”
“You are the one being cold.”
Sophie’s lips twitched. She knew him too well—Noah never did anything without a purpose.
And indeed—
“Oh my, oh my...”
Elizabeth barely concealed her amusement as she glanced at Elijah beside her.
His face remained unreadable. Emotionless.
But Elizabeth knew him.
The air around him had shifted. Warmer. Just slightly.
He’s pissed.
Because when Elijah set his sights on something—or someone—he considered it his.
Sophie was meant for him. The Emperor himself had confirmed it. Their engagement was only delayed due to certain ... complications.
And yet, here she was. Wrapped in Noah’s arms.
But Elijah didn’t move. He just watched.
Suddenly, beside Noah and Sophie—without a sound—a figure appeared.
Blood-red hair. A wicked grin.
Rouge Bloodheart.
Her voice dripped with amusement. “Didn’t know the princess was like this. Cheating on your boyfriend, The Chosen One?”
Then, she turned to Noah, stepping closer—so close their breaths mingled.
Her grin widened.
“I knew you were special. You even were to steal from the chosen one.”
Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
“Even now, my instincts are screaming at me. They’re telling me to run. To not even get near you.”
Noah’s eyes gleamed. “Then why are you doing the exact opposite?”
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