Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

With expectations and remorse heavy in my heart, I knocked the door before me gently.

As expected, I was met with no response.

I let out a sigh as my face dropped in sadness. It was starting to get frustrating, but I wouldn’t give up, not after all I caused as a result of impatience and rash decisions.

Sometimes, I wish I was calm and calculative, like Devin.

But patience wasn’t my thing.

I killed my sons and lost my mate’s affection.

She treats me like a piece of furniture, ignoring me as if I never existed.

It hurts so badly knowing she was happy without me.

Her silence was enough to drive me insane.

It was then I realized how ill I treated her all this while.

I knew I was a bad mate, and I deserve more.

She shouldn’t be with me. She should be with my brothers, who made her happy and full of life.

For weeks, the three of them were as thick as thieves. They hardly go anywhere without each other. I admired them.

Despite playing tough, I wanted Aurora for myself.

I missed what we shared.

Deep down, I was broken. I was hurt.

My wolf wasn’t helping matters as it kept blaming me for making Aurora the monster she was.

I couldn’t believe a girl who was once crazy about me could turn cold towards me and treat me like I was invisible.

“Serves you right. Imagine being thrown out of your comfort zone without being allowed to defend yourself, and worse of all, you spend days in the forest where your chances of survival are slim. All these are happening faster than your brain can process, but you still have life growing inside of you, and you have no basic necessities of life for survival.”

“It’s just you alone in the woods, come rain, come sun. The person who puts you in a family way is in his comfort zone, snuggling in another lady’s arms. I’m sure that would be easy to forgive. Imagine what would have happened to Aurora if she hadn’t stumbled upon Dax and Devin.” My wolf’s accusing voice rang in my head, making my conscience prick me.

I hadn’t felt so foolish in my life.

“I’m sorry,” I responded, unable to argue as guilt ate me up from within.

I felt a tear slip from my eyes before it dropped to my cheeks and soaked my black shirt.

“If Aurora had died, I would have deserted you to be with someone else. Someone with a sense of reasoning. It would be my pleasure to watch you suffer and die mateless while the throne is snatched by those who don’t deserve it, you selfish entitled bastard!”

I didn’t stop him, I let out all the hateful words while my head slumped in shame because I deserved it.

I was a selfish, entitled bastard.

Insults don’t get to me anymore.

All I wanted was Aurora.

I don’t mind that she had been ignoring me for weeks. Winning her back was paramount.

I was aware that winning back someone’s love and affection was the toughest battle to fight, but I was more than prepared for it.

Aurora could ignore me all she wanted or treat me as if I didn’t exist like she was now fond of doing, but I won’t give up until she is mine.

For Aurora, I didn’t mind going on my knees in the presence of multitudes.

I placed a knock on the door. This time, it was longer than the previous. My fingers wiped the tears that stained my cheeks, and I tried to compose myself.

No response came forth.

But I knew the room wasn’t empty.

Aurora’s sweet scent lingered around, giving her away.

Why did she enjoy torturing me emotionally?

Using my wolf’s hearing, I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing, the fast beating of her heart, and the occasional yawns.

What was making her scared?

Was she thinking?

Was she feeling the way I felt?

My patience was running out, and the urge to break down the door consumed me.

My hand dropped from the door and clenched the bouquet of Marigold flowers I held.

I knew she loved Marigolds, and I hope this helps us rekindle our affection.

I was tired of her silent treatment.

How could she be emotionally stable when my head was a mess?

Nothing made sense without her.

Her silence was killing me, and I was slowly losing it.

It was like a knife coated with salt was driven into my heart, making it bleed.

No amount of words could describe how I felt these past weeks.

For the first time in my life, I was heartbroken

It felt like my heart was ripped in pieces.

Advice from my brother flew from different directions, but none worked. It was a waste of time.

Aurora’s heart was as hardened as a rock.

Despite not being the type that apologized, I looked past my position as a king to go on my knees with teary eyes one moonless night, but she was bent on making me suffer.

It was safe to say that I was in my personal hell.

Aurora was making me go through hell that she went through.

But I would wait.

I don’t care how long it would take me, I would wait for her love. I would fight tooth and nail for her love.

Again, I knocked on her door, expecting no response as usual, but to my greatest surprise, the door flew open, and Aurora walked out without looking in my direction.

She smelt like water, like she just had her bath.

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My eyes lit in excitement when she sniffed the air as the flower came into view.

But my happiness was short-lived when she brushed past me, pretending that I didn’t exist again.

The swell of joy I felt in my heart deflated and sadness crept into me once more.

Aurora hasn’t forgiven me.

“Good morning, my love,” I greeted, hoping to catch her attention as I walked up to her.

I almost rolled my eyes at his fast as she was walking to distance herself from me.

“I thought it’d be nice to decorate your room with some fresh flowers,” I announced, half-running to catch up while stretching the flower in her direction.

As usual, I was ignored, and she proceeded to the kitchen.

But I won’t give up.

I followed closely with a disorganized mind, getting ready to be of assistance as I wouldn’t want to lose the golden option to be beside her.

I don’t mind doing the talking, I wanted to be by her side all day.

“Are you hungry? Would you like me to fix breakfast? You know my culinary skills are insane.” I tried to brag while struggling to lighten the tension that hung in the air.

The smile on my face slowly faded as I watched in sadness as she kept herself busy making a sandwich and a cup of coffee, occasionally growling when my hands brushed against her body.

She used to crave my touch.

But now, it felt like my hands were like sandpaper.

“Or maybe not,” I concluded, withdrawing my hands as I stood without knowing what to do.

“I miss you, babe. I miss us.” I broke down. Tears started to sting my eyes as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“I know I fucked up big time and i dont deserve your forgiveness, but please I’m begging. Its hard and i took a vital part of you, I get it, but I…I want us back and I’m ready to do whatever you want me to do.” My voice was hoarse as I was on the verge of breaking down in tears, still she kept silent.

“Please say something.” I went to her, placing my hand on hers in a firm grip. “… anything just talk to me. Say anything. I’m going crazy. Your silence is scary.”

“Aurora!” My voice shook as pain shot through my wounded heart while I left watching the woman I love treat me like a non-living thing.

“Please, don’t ignore me. It hurts.” My grip tightened on her arms and she fought to free herself.

Irritated by my nagging, she banged her fist against the cabinet, shooting me a death glare, indicating her displeasure.

I adjusted, releasing her, but she quickly kept the cup of coffee and the plate filled with sandwiches on a ceramic tray while exiting the kitchen, leaving me behind.

Frustrated, I was about to block the exit when she lost balance and the hot cup of coffee and sandwich slipped from her hands, pouring on me.

Fuck! I always mess things up.

I withdrew my hands from her, gritting my teeth as the hot liquid burnt my skin, but I didn’t let that get to me for long.

The pain was nothing compared to what she felt when I abandoned her.

I didn’t care what it took me, but you were bent on making things right with her.