Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Unknown(change of POV)

Consumed by impatience, Silas paced about the room, occasionally peeking through the window to have a glimpse of the person approaching.

His hands were clasped behind his back as he took hastened steps covering the length of his sparsely furnished room in a flash.

Anger rose in him as his heartbeat accelerated. His breath turned erratic when his eyes met the wall clock, making him hiss loudly in irritation.

“Bitch!” He cursed, clenching his fist into a ball before hitting his couch hard.

Particles of dust erupted from his couch, invading his nostrils and making him cough.

Leaning against the couch, his hands lowered to the table to take a small glass cup filled with whiskey. After draining the content, he let the cup fall to the floor, ignoring the shattering pieces of glass that dropped on the floor. The light in the room reflected on the broken pieces of glass, making them glitter like precious stones under the fluorescent light. But that didn’t matter to Silas.

Only one thing occupied his mind and haunted his dreams, giving him sleepless nights.

Rosa.

How dare she make him wait?!

Jolted by the electric feeling of anger that surged up his spine, he kicked a sculpture hard, allowing it to crumble on the floor and ignoring the throbs he felt on his bleeding foot.

Nothing mattered to him.

The sudden footsteps outside his room quickened his pace to the door.

Flinging the door wide open, he wasted no time in dragging the figure into the room before shutting the door with a loud bang that echoed throughout the room, causing particles of sand to drop on the floor.

Without warning, his claws dug into the collar of the figure, slamming it hard against the wall as his breath turned ragged.

“How dare you?!” Silas growled, slamming Rosa against the wall again.

The impact of his growls made Rosa whimper, almost seeking refuge into the wall she was pinned on.

Silas’ eyes darkened in raw rage as he glared at her like he was about to consume her.

Rosa knew better than to question him. Her mouth was sealed shut as she sniffed her tears, afraid to worsen his anger.

“You kept me waiting for hours? Who do you think you are?!” His voice thundered again, reverberating throughout the room and making her jump in fear.

“You better keep still like you do when he fucks you!” Silas hissed, irritation laced in his voice.

“Good-for-nothing worthless bitch!” he spat before smacking her hard on her face so that his handprint was visible.

Rosa’s upper teeth sank into her bottom lips to prevent screams from erupting from her mouth as her ears rang painfully.

She was quick to wipe the tears from her eyes before they rolled down her cheeks as the effect of the slap made her burning cheeks sting.

Sadness enveloped her like a blanket, making the corners of her mouth twitch as she swallowed the bile rising in her dry throat.

Making sure his blazing eyes were dim with anger, she cleared her throat softly.

“Uncle…” Her voice shook and her eyes remained pinned on him, observing for any change of reaction.

“Don’t uncle me if all you do is give me disappointments,” he flared, moving away from her before staring at a wall.

“Your task was simple,” he started, “get close to him, seduce him, make him yours, and get him to make you his Luna-”

“But that is what I’m doing. These things take steps, Uncle. I can’t force him and speed up things between us. You know how difficult Damon can be,” she lamented, heaving a weary sigh before Silas’ big hands caught her by her throat.

“Don’t you dare interrupt me!” he warned, emphasizing every word.

Rosa’s eyes shut as pain seared through her as Silas’ claws dug deep into her neck, moistening his fingers with her blood.

“Sorry,” she muttered with her strength before he released her, making her gasp for breath and rub her bruised neck.

“For how long do you want to keep me waiting? Until I die?” He resumed pacing the room. “We’ve been on this for years and you haven’t successfully captured his heart and have him wrapped around your fingers to do your bidding.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just hard convincing Damon. That bastard only wants me as his mistress. Sometimes I just get tired and feel like giving up.”

“Don’t even think of throwing away the years of hard work because I’ll kill you faster than you get to take your next breath.” His cold voice threatened, filling Rosa with shivers. “Maybe I should do a quick reminder.”

“You were in this because you had a crush on him. You wanted to become Luna so badly that you killed his pregnant mate. I am in this because I want something from him. You get to become his mate and I get what I want. It’s a win-win,” he said sharply.

“But-”

“No buts, you will do as I instructed.”

“I know, but what do you want from him? You already know that he is my forever crush and I will do everything within my power to get him.”

“What I want with him is none of your business,” he yelled, making her jump involuntarily as fear gripped her.

He looked away from her, afraid that he would give himself away before her as guilt crept into his eyes.

Despite his failed coups and plans to assassinate Damon, the glimmer of hope in his heart brightens every day.

Good thing he doesn’t have an heir. Taking over his throne after his death was a piece of cake.

His blood boiled in anger as Rosa’s questions replayed in his head.

Overtaken by anger, he fought hard to control the urge to kill her.

She was still needed in his evil schemes.

By the time she had gotten to Luna’s position and succeeded in brainwashing him, he would strike.

He didn’t care if Rosa was his nephew, anything to get more power.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He would take Rosa down first before Damon then he would ascend the throne as the new Alpha King.

But until then, Rosa lives.