Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

Months went by, I couldn’t wait for the arrival of my heir. The feeling of pride and happiness consumed me as I made the calendar my companion, marking the days as it crawled.

It didn’t take long before Rosa and I became close. Even if I didn’t feel anything for her, at least, for the sake of our baby.

The last thing I wanted was for the baby to notice our broken relationship.

I felt my heart swell in joy at the thought that I was finally complete.

Fuck those who mocked me.

I was going to be a fucking father at last!

I couldn’t wait to order their execution as soon as my son arrived.

But until then, their miserable days were numbered.

Though I and Rosa haven’t gone for scans together I felt my presence wasn’t necessary since the nurses took great care of her.

A smile played on my lips when I remembered Rosa screaming at the top of her voice about the baby’s gender.

I couldn’t wait to hold my son in my arms.

I couldn’t wait to spoil him rotten and make him drown in luxury. I couldn’t wait for his first words to be Dada.

I scoffed, allowing a sinister smirk to form on my lips. The mortified expression my prisoners had wouldn’t leave my head in a hurry.

They should better enjoy their moment while it lasts.

The door flung open and Rosa walked in majestically. A part of me was mad at her audacity to barge into my room, but I let it slide.

She was carrying my child. Raising my voice at her was the last thing on my mind.

Fear gripped me as I didn’t want her sadness to affect the baby in her womb.

I will forever be grateful to her for shutting my enemies up.

She made me a proud father.

“My King?” she called, yawning tiredly. “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

“Go on.” I urged her, relaxing on the couch as she lay on my hairy chest, drawing invisible lines on my belly.

She always did that when she wanted a favour.

My heart began to pound as I tried to think about what her next favour would be.

Her demands grew outrageously expensive each passing day, but for the sake of my child, I’ll let it pass.

“Two things actually,” she corrected before laying her hands flat on her protruding belly, giving it a gentle rub.

“My King,” she started. Her lips pouted as she gave me a puppy face.

“What about what you promised me?”

I froze on the spot, struggling to recollect the views I had of her in the past. But my head was blank.

“What?” I asked harshly, shifting uncomfortably. A gush of irritation flooded me when her hands resumed caressing my chest, playing with my nipples.

“Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten.” Her voice dropped pitifully as she feigned tears.

“You know I will soon be due for delivery and it won’t be nice to still be addressed as a mistress.”

Trouble stirred in my heart as I heaved a deep sigh.

A frown sat upon my face as beads of sweat formed on my head.

What have I done?

She wanted to be Luna, but I wasn’t ready.

I was not the man who went back on his words, but Rosa wasn’t fit to be my Luna.

“I’ll think about it,” I said dismissively, praying for an end to her demands.

“The second thing…” Her voice trailed and the smile on her face vanished.

I bit my lips hard, fighting the urge to growl at her as I was already irritated.

“It’s about that Aurora girl.”

My body tensed up at the mention of her name, but I was quick to mask my feelings before Rosa could sense them.

The last thing I wanted was questions.

“I don’t feel safe around her. Her presence threatens me. Can you see to it that she leaves before I deliver our baby?” She asked in the softest, yet firm tone.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat as Aurora’s image popped into my head.

“No. She is my property and my property stays close to me.” I replied coldly, authority laced in my voice.

“But-”

My eyes flashed in anger at her protest and I didn’t know when a deep growl left my lips.

Fuck it!

“Aurora is not going anywhere!” I yelled, using my Alpha tone.

Relief washed through me as she remained mute, moving away from my chest before her slim hands landed on my big ones.

I swallowed hard, shutting my eyes to accommodate the feeling of her hands on mine.

I fought the urge to throw her hands away from mine as it left me with a feeling of disgust.

But she was carrying my child, I’ll let it pass.

“I’m sorry, my King,” she sniffed, pouting her lips and creasing her brows as if she was about to burst into tears. “I hate it when you are mad at me.”

Silence stretched as we were occupied by our thoughts.

A knock on the door jolted us back to reality.

Rosa rose from my body, walking to the door in anticipation. Her face was covered in mischief.

She should have stayed, I didn’t mind getting the door for her.

I would do anything to make my baby comfortable.

I felt my soul leave my body as I stared at the figure in the room like I had seen a ghost.

Aurora.

My gaze hovered around her hurriedly, before I reluctantly tore it as I didn’t want her to catch me gawking at her.

She was pale, her cheerful face was full, and dark circles marred around her eyes.

The bones on her neck were prominent and her cheeks were sunken.

Apart from the fact that she looked lean, I could swear that she had been crying. The way she blinked severally and lowered her head gave her away.

Guilt clawed its way to my heart as my conscience pricked me hard.

I hated this feeling.

Not long ago, I wanted to do away with her for separating me from Ivy, but I didn’t know why the look on her face changed the way I felt.

Why did I suddenly feel like I hated myself for neglecting her?

What was this thing that clawed my conscience?

I was certain it was pity, not feelings.

Ivy was the only woman I had feelings for and I would love it to remain that way.

“You called me ma’am,” she said softly, walking to meet Rosa.

My heart did a quick flip when her soft eyes landed on mine for a second.

My jaw clenched in anger as Rosa sat beside me and laid her head on my chest.

My breath hitched in disgust as I shifted uncomfortably, trying to make her head roll off my chest, but the bitch only wrapped her hands around me, holding me close.

Was she trying to make us seem like a happy couple?

Why was she doing this? To make Aurora jealous?

I glanced uncomfortably at her, hoping she would get off me, but it was in vain.

I gritted my teeth in anger as Aurora glanced at me a few times.

The urge to explain to Aurora that Rosa and I meant nothing overtook me, but I remained still, dismissing the thought from my head.

“Good thing you are here already.” Rosa’s voice suddenly lit up in excitement, causing brows to crease in confusion.

“I just want to make a suggestion, my King. Now that she isn’t going anywhere, she will be useless. Why don’t I take her as my maid?”

I couldn’t miss the disgusted look on Aurora’s face from the corner of my eyes.

“She is not your maid. She belongs to me.” I was reminded, allowing my voice to remain calm.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s just because I find it hard to pick things from the floor and I need massages. My handmaid is sick and I just need a helping hand. My protruding belly isn’t helping matters at all.”

I was about to yell at her, but for the sake of my unborn child, I’ll let it pass.

“Please, my King.”

Confusion settled in my head as I was torn between Ivy and Rosa’s demands.

Both were centered on Aurora.

Aurora didn’t matter to me as much as Ivy did.

I didn’t mind avoiding her.

“Fine,” I groaned reluctantly, ignoring the irritation that sparked in Aurora’s eyes.

“Thank you, my King,” Rosa bowed.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Aurora’s silver-gray eyes dull as sadness washed over them.

My heart clenched, but I tore the feeling aside.

As long as she was away from me.

I wouldn’t get confused about my emotions.

“Is it just me or is this room dusty?” Rosa asked, her eyes hovering around the room.

“It was cleaned while he was asleep,” Aurora replied, forcing her eyes off me.

“Oh, don’t blame me. Pregnant hormones can mess up your mind. It’s a shame that you can’t relate.” She let out a burst of laughter, laced with mockery.

I cringed in disgust at her behaviour, but I’ll let it pass. Anything to make my baby comfortable.

“Now, quickly, I need you to scrub this floor spotlessly clean!”