Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

“You what?!” I growled, my voice reverberating throughout the room.

My eyes darkened in anger as I took daring steps towards her, watching her almost collapse on the floor in fear.

This had to be a joke.

Or maybe my ears were deceiving me. There was no way she would lay a finger on my property.

“You are joking, right?” A bitter laughter erupted from my lips before it faded quickly, replaced by scorn.

My blood rippled in anger as she nodded her head negatively, confirming my doubts.

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?” I asked authoritatively. As expected, there was no response to my question. But beneath her eyes was a bitter expression.

I don’t care anymore. Rosa would always be a filthy bitch to me!

It was a privilege that I plunged my royal dick into her.

She wasn’t worth it!

My conscience began to prick me at the thought that she was the mother of my unborn child.

If only Ivy was alive, I wouldn’t have to go through the shame of impregnating a whore like her.

“I’m sorry, my King. She was just being bad,” she protested in a soft voice. But I would be a fool to let her melodious voice get to me.

Despite my absence, I could testify that Aurora was clean. She would never talk back to Rosa.

Rosa was a shameless bitch that walked around with a great stench of jealousy oozing out of her.

It was crazy how she was jealous of a man that didn’t give a fuck about her.

Rosa was never important to me, except for two reasons.

Hard fuck and my child.

I hated myself more for promising to make her Luna immediately if she bore my child. Fuck desperation!

“No,” I replied coldly, releasing my tie from my neck as anger began to suffocate me.

“No?” she asked, her brows creasing in confusion. “You can ask anyone. I only asked her to get me the herb and fruit juice that I take every night for the well-being of myself and my child but she yelled at my face, flinging the glass cup in my direction. If I wasn’t quick enough to dodge the cup, it would have landed on my belly,” she explained.

Despite how convincing her story felt, it was hard to believe her.

“You think I’m…lying,” she burst into tears, before bringing her arms close to me. “If you think I’m lying then how did I get this mark and these scratches?”

I halted for a second, staring at the scratches dumbfoundedly.

As much as I almost believed Rosa, I found myself torn between two options.

What if Rosa scratched herself deliberately and tried to pin it on Aurora?

Or could Aurora hurt her knowing she was pregnant?

Anger rose in my chest as a part of me wanted to get mad at Aurora for laying her hands on Rosa knowing she was heavy with my child, while the other part was quiet in observation.

There was only one way to get the answer.

“Where is Aurora?” I demanded, turning to Rosa who sat on the couch, observing my movement.

I could swear I saw her flinch the moment our gaze locked.

What was she hiding?

“There is no need for that delusional girl to be in here. I don’t want to hear her screaming in my face about how I seduced you. She even told me that she would kill my child just to get closer to me. That girl is a psycho, send her away!” she said in a matter of urgency, panting hard like a sprinter.

I didn’t ask what she said, I’m asking about her location, where is she?”

A wave of irritation sprang up in my chest as she avoided my gaze, lowering her head to meet her belly.

Why did she always try to blackmail me with my child to avoid punishment?

I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that Rosa had punished the girl.

Though I acted like I wasn’t concerned, anger flooded my veins at the thought that she had punished Aurora without informing me beforehand.

She was my property, not hers!

“I don’t care. I want to know where she is!”

“My King, she isn’t relevant so why are you-”

“Where is the fucking girl, damnit!” I growled, punching the table in frustration before shooting her a warning look.

I tasted her fears at the tip of her tongue and it only angered me knowing she was hiding something from me.

Something dark. Something capable of ruining my mood.

“Uhm…she…” Her chest thundered against her ribs so hard that it filled my ears.

“Talk!” I screamed impatiently, fighting the urge to shake her hard.

“I need to hear from Aurora, where the fuck is she?” I demanded.

“She is in the dungeon,” Rosa slowly spilled, causing my eyes to almost pop out of their sockets.

Fuck!

How dare she?!

The dungeon wasn’t a place for weaklings, the dungeon was a place where hell awaited my enemies.

Despite avoiding Aurora, she wasn’t my enemy.

I would never allow her to go into the dungeon. Not even for a minute.

“Don’t you ever send her into that horrible place again!” My voice dropped, before I clawed her throat, watching her gasp for breath.

“She is not your property. She is not your slave and you are not her master!”

“Yes, my King,” she replied faintly, before coughing, indicating that my firm fingers were choking her.

“Tell her to come here at once!” I ordered, loosening my firm hands from her reddened neck.

She was carrying my heir.

I had to keep my anger in check next time.

Horror flashed in her eyes as she landed her guilty eyes on mine.

“She can’t make it because she collapsed.”

I wasted no time hearing the rest of Rosa’s words before dashing out of the room, into the dungeon like a flash of light. My worried eyes scanned the whole area until they fell on a figure that looked like it had a bloodbath.

Horrified by her state, I rushed to meet her, unlocking the door to her cell before walking in.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“How many of you did this to her?” I asked as my eyes started to twitch and I became mad with fury.

“All…of us…my King,” they stammered, lowering their heads.

I wasted no time in sinking my claws into them, slitting their throats at the speed of light.

Satisfied as they dropped dead, covered in the pool of their gushing blood, I rushed to Aurora, unfastening the chains that tied her to the wires fence before carrying her in a bridal style.

Rosa was going to pay for this!