Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Aurora

I screamed in horror as the heat from the tea burned my face.

Involuntarily, I grabbed a handful of my clothes, wiping the hot liquid off my face.

My tears were mixed with tea as they flowed freely from my eyes.

A jab of pain and anger flared in my chest as I fought hard not to retaliate.

I was so close to slamming her head against the wall, but for the sake of her baby and my life, I’ll let it pass.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I wiped my face with my palms.

The tears weren’t as a result of the hot tea she spilled on my face. The tears were as a result that I couldn’t fight back.

I was defenceless.

The only person that could come to my aid was not around. Even if he was around, he left me at the fate of his evil mistress.

My face met my arm as I wiped my tears.

Was this how I was going to continue to live? Like a slave?

Was this how reduced I had become?

Maybe I should have fled to my mother’s pack where I would be treated like the Alpha’s daughter like I am.

“What nonsense did you make?” she continued, her voice grew louder with impatience.

I remained silent when I noticed she wanted to pick a fight with me over nothing.

My eyes met the floor, waiting for her to excuse me.

“Your parents didn’t teach you shit?”

My chest clenched in anger, but I remained quiet.

Uncomfortable silence fell and I could feel her blazing gaze on my body.

Maybe when she gets tired, she will excuse me.

“Answer me!” she bellowed. The effect of her voice caused me to jump in fear.

“You spoiled bitch!” Her lips twisted in hatred. “Take this!”

“And don’t you look me in the eye,” she warned, her hands trembling in anger.

I was quick to hold her hand before it landed on my face again.

“How dare you!” she growled, throwing the mug in my direction.

I wasn’t quick to dodge the mug, as it hit my face so hard that I lost my balance and fell..

Terrible aches invaded my head and I was almost deaf from the ringing of my ears.

For a few seconds, everything was blank..

Hot tears flooded my eyes as I massaged the throbbing spot.

That was the last straw!

I didn’t care if it was pregnancy hormones, I was ready to challenge her..

To hell with the consequences!

Horror filled my eyes when I felt warm liquid tickle down my forehead.

Blood!

That was it.

“What do you do that for?!” I flared, blinded by anger.

Confusion was plastered on my face as she was caught off balance by my outburst.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” she screamed, pushing my hands away.

Anger overtook me that I didn’t know when I shook her hard, pushing her on the chair.

I was more angry that I couldn’t retaliate the way I wanted because of her fucking pregnancy.

She won’t be able to survive what I would do to her.

“That was for the tea and throwing the mug in my face!” I screamed, holding back the urge to pounce on her.

“Glad I ruined it, at least, the King would be repulsed at your ugly face!” she spat, hatred and jealousy coated in her voice.

“So this is about the King?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “All the ill-treatment is because of a man?”

“Get your eyes off him. He is mine!” She screamed authoritatively.

“You delusional bitch! The arrogant bastard is all yours!” I fired at her. Satisfaction coursed through me at her shock..

She didn’t see that coming.

Consumed by rage, I didn’t care what became of me.

I was a dead man walking anyway. My life was like a ticking bomb, waiting to explode.

“How dare you?”

“What do you want to do? Run to your baby daddy for help? Hurry before it’s too late,” I taunted, scoffing afterwards.

Irritation flashed on her face before a wave of mischief followed suit.

“You’ll regret this, I swear!” A dark smirk played on her lips before she stormed out of the door, anger oozing out of her.

“Fucking bitch!” I muttered, walking out of her room to my room.

I slumped hard on the bed, closing my eyes, but sleep eluded me.

Thanks to the bitch!

A swell of pride filled my chest as the event played in my memory.

It felt so good to fight back. Never would I become her puppet.

The King owned me and not her.

Despite the King owning me, he had never subjected me to any chores.

It didn’t take long before my eyelids become heavy as sleep finally overtook me.

I succumbed, curling into a ball as if protecting myself.

Not too long, a knock sounded on my door.

I dismissed it, closing my ears with my pillow.

Maybe it was a dream. But the knocks grew angrier and louder as if my door was about to be broken.

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, taking strides to the door.

I had barely opened it before three men barged in.

Crippled by fear as three hefty guards barged into my room, glaring at me mischievously.

Their eyes were filled with hatred.

Without wasting a minute, I was thrown over the shoulder of one of the guards like a bag of potatoes.

“You can’t just barge into my room and carry me away, let me go!” I screamed, hitting the guard that held me over his shoulder, but I was met with silence.

Exhausted from screaming as my head began to ache, I started crying.

It didn’t take long before we entered a strange-looking place. Horrid screams flew everywhere.

I needed no one to tell me that we had arrived at the dungeon where hell awaited Damon’s enemies.

“I warned you!” A familiar voice rang in the darkness.

I needed no sorcerer to tell me it was the mistress’ voice.

“Now you will face the consequences of being rude to your master,” She said, walking away.

“You are not my master and you will never be!” I fired, gritting my teeth in anger.

I should have known that this was her way of punishing me.

“Deal with her.” Her final command rang in the air as she shut the door of the dungeon, leaving us in darkness.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Despite holding a brave face, my heart shook as fear consumed me.

I wasn’t surrounded by gentlemen.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, panic seized me as they carried me and chained my hands and legs against a wired fence.

“Get your filthy hands off me, monsters!” I struggled against the chained fence but it was useless.

A tear dropped from my eyes when I heard my clothes ripped, leaving my back exposed.

Before my brain could process what they would do next, I felt painful lashes on my back.

I sank my teeth into my lips, holding my head back, but I failed as the lashes continued. I felt my skin tear as each lashes landed on it.

Each lashes seemed like someone rubbed salt on an open wound.

I lost count as they took turns whiping my bloodied back.

Exhausted from screaming, my head slumped to the side as I gasped for breath.

The last thing I remembered was the lashes before I blacked out.