Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Aurora

Alarmed by his strange behaviour, my hands flew to his face, smacking it hard.

Fuck!

How could he?!

I trusted him as a friend even though I just met him.

If only I knew he was a fucking perv.

My heart broke at the thought that my wolf tried to warn me, but I turned deaf ears.

Tears blinded my eyes as I pushed him away from me, flinging his hands off my breast.

It didn’t take long before I discovered that his other hands clutched my waist tightly.

His audacity!

I wasted no time removing it from my waist before running away from him as fast as I could.

My vision was blurry, but I didn’t stop running. I wouldn’t wait a second around him.

I didn’t know his next evil plan. I would fall for his tricks again.

I hadn’t left the garden when I noticed flashes of light from a distance.

I halted in my tracks, turning around to have a closer look at it, but it was gone in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it was my imagination.

“Forgive me, Aurora, I got carried away,” he pleaded, chasing after me.

I increased my speed, racing out of the garden before he could catch up with me.

Maybe he wasn’t innocent as I presumed after all.

“I promise it will never happen again. Please, don’t hate me. I was just sad that you will soon die in a few months…”

Reality dawned on me at his words.

He was right.

My life would soon be over and holding grudges to my grave was the last thing I wanted.

But he went too far.

I belonged to the King and the King alone.

He crossed his boundaries.

I didn’t need his pity.

I didn’t need anyone’s sympathy.

I ignored the glances that the guards threw at me as I made my way to my room.

Betrayed by his actions, I slumped to the bed, weeping profusely.

How dare he treat me like a fool?

How dare he use my kind heart against me?

Exhausted from sobbing hard for hours, I didn’t know when I fell into a deep slumber.

*****

Voices filled my head, jolting me from my slumber.

I tossed in my sleep, using the pillow to block the voices from my ears but it grew louder.

Irritated, my eyes fluttered open as I let out a loud growl.

I didn’t know how long I slept off, but I wanted more.

Thanks to the baby growing in my belly.

The voices came again, making me walk to the window.

Surprise overtook me when I saw Ray screaming at the top of his voice about how sorry he was.

Anger revived within me when I remembered how deceptive he was.

I wasn’t falling for his tricks the second time.

I was about to shut my window when he fell on his knees in tears, clasping his hands together.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

My heart softened a bit at his actions. I felt myself drawn to him once again.

Did I overreact?

Maybe I was too hard on him.

Maybe he didn’t mean to misbehave.

He was just sorry about my fate. He didn’t mean to kiss me. It was a mistake.

Without wasting time, I walked out of my room to meet him.

“I’m still mad at you,” I said, trying to harden my voice and my face.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t mean to. I was just carried away. I wanted to make your last days count. I know I wasn’t supposed to lay a finger on the King’s property, but I felt bad when I saw you. It will never happen again, Ma’am.” Tears streamed down his eyes as he lowered his face.

He dug his hands into his ripped jeans to retrieve an old handkerchief that he used to wipe his face.

“What you did could kill you,” I started.

“I know, but that would be the last time. I just want to know if you are still mad at me,” he asked, attempting to go on his knees again, but I was quick to stop him.

“I know I ruined our friendship, I deserve whatever treatment you give me.” His head slumped in shame as he awaited my judgment.

“It’s fine. You scared me, but that should never happen again. I don’t need your pity,” I warned sternly, emphasizing every word.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Relief coursed through him as he raised his head.

A feeling of satisfaction swept through me when I saw his face lit up in excitement.

“You can call me Aurora,” I corrected, feigning anger.

“Thank you, Aurora,” he replied before going silent.

Worry crept into the pit of my stomach as he stood motionless, scratching his head.

What was he up to this time?

“If you don’t mind, Aurora, can I give you something? I just want to be sure that I’ve been forgiven.”

“I’m not mad anymore. You don’t have to give me anything. The only thing I want is that what you did shouldn’t repeat itself.” I said firmly.

“I know, but please, accept it. In that way I will be assured that you are not mad at me,” he tried to convince me.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stared at him undecided.

Well, there was nothing to lose.

It was just a harmless gift. Besides, I wasn’t mad at him anymore. He already realized his mistake and was willing not to repeat it.

“So what is this?” I asked, motioning to the plates in his hands.

“It is mushroom soup. When you left in anger, I thought of ways to make it up to you. Since you are pregnant, I made you a nice mushroom soup. I heard it’s very beneficial to expectant mothers,” he said, beaming in pride.

“That’s so thoughtful of you. To even think that I was about to ring one of my handmaidens about getting me mushroom soup. My doctor recommended it for me,” I blurted in surprise.

“What a coincidence,” he added, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Where is it?” I demanded, stretching out my hand while he placed a ceramic plate filled with mushroom soup.

The sweet scent was enough to make me start digging into it, but I withdrew, looking at him suspiciously.

“Who prepared it for you?”

“I prepared the soup myself,” he affirmed confidently.

My brows shot up in disbelief as laughter erupted from my lips. “You made this yourself? You can cook?”

“Yes. I have decent culinary skills and it helps me a lot. Have a taste to confirm how delicious it is.”

Without wasting time, I sat on an empty chair resting against the wall while he stood a few meters from me.

“Sit,” I motioned, but he remained rooted to the spot.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable again. I would rather stand and watch you from a distance,” he assured, filling my troubled mind with relief.

My stomach growled in hunger the moment I opened the lid.

Unable to withhold my hunger, I gulped down the soup, savouring its delicious taste. In no time, the plate was empty.

“I still can’t believe you made this,” I compliment. “Weldon. I don’t know if you can cook.”

“I can. I learned it from my mother,” he responded, blushing before looking away.

“I need to take classes from her then.”

“She is late now.” Sadness filled his voice as he lowered his head.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly apologized before silence fell.

I wanted to change the conversation to lighten up this mood, but my body began to act up in a strange manner.

It didn’t take long before I started to lose myself slowly.

My head was spinning and my eyelids became heavy.

My words were slurry each passing second and it was as if a heavy weight was placed on my shoulder.

“I feel strange,” I complained, struggling to get up on my feet. “So tired…why…do you have…three heads?”

Before I could take a few steps, I collapsed into Ray’s arms. The last thing I saw was a bright flash of light in my direction before I succumbed to unconsciousness.