Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

Beads of sweat broke free from my hairline as I racked my brain, processing my words.

Weighing them, nervousness got the best of me, making me remain mute.

Gross silence fell in the room and the only thing that could be heard was the loud thumping of my heart and the exchange of our tensed breaths…maybe my tensed breath.

What did I even want to tell her? That I was sorry?

What if she laughed in my face and made me feel like a fool?

No doubt, I wanted to apologize for my wrong behaviour, but I couldn’t bring myself to spill those words.

Was it so hard to apologize? Yes. I was the Alpha King and a King never apologizes.

Thanks to my ego.

Her brows arched in anticipation as she glared at me.

Words eluded me as it felt like my tongue was tied by invisible forces.

“I…” I stammered, unable to string words together. “You know what? Nevermind.” I muttered dismissively, looking away.

“You should take your drugs now,”

I stretched my hands to pick the medicines laying on the table.

A thrill of excitement surged down my spine.

Something to keep me longer with her.

Scanning through the drugs to read the medication, my gaze met hers and my heart did a quick flip.

I caught her staring. Yeah, I know I was irresistible.

I was about to peel the drugs off the package when I shot her a look.

“Have you eaten?” I asked, lowering the drug while arching my brow.

“Not yet,” she responded, sitting up with her back resting on the bed frame.

Anger washed over me, flooding my veins as I hissed in irritation.

“Why?”

The growling of her stomach interrupted my words, making a brief laughter erupt on her lips.

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My brows creased in confusion as anger stirred up within me. “You haven’t been served?”

“Not yet.”

That was it!

“What the hell!” I hissed as my eyes met with the wall clock. It was almost afternoon and she hadn’t eaten breakfast.

Where were those incompetent fools?!

What was keeping them from feeding a patient that needed intensive care?!

“Have you seen anyone today?” I swallowed the anger in my throat. I didn’t want to frighten her. Since she was still fragile.

Her eyes studied mine for a minute. “No,” she whispered.

That was the last straw.

They were fired!

I blinked severally, trying to mask my fury.

No amount of pleas would make me tolerate their lackadaisical attitude.

“The caregivers too?”

“None that I remember. If they were around, they would wake me, but you are the first person that woke me up. The drugs that’s on the table were placed there yesterday. I was told to take it this morning.”

That’s strange.

I could have sworn I smelt something fishy, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Maybe I should have taken her to the hospital, but I decided she should be home-treated since I hated hospitals.

“Are you mad?” Her soft voice asked.

“I want to rip their heart out!” I gritted my teeth in anger.

“Please, don’t,” she pleaded, touching my hand before pulling away shortly.

I was certain she felt the sparks.

“I heard a rumour that Rosa instructed that they leave me unattended to, else, she would throw them into the dungeon to rot.” I scoffed in disbelief. “Rosa wouldn’t dare!”

“So why did they abandon me?”

“Laziness…procrastination…” My voice trailed as I thought of other excuses.

Silence stretched in the room for a long time as we were lost in our heads.

“Hold on. Let’s get you something,” I said, peeling my gaze off her before disappearing out of the room.

In less than an hour, I reappeared with a tray containing toast bread, a cup of tea, boiled eggs and slices of apples.

I sat on the edge of bed, placing the tray on her lap.

“You should eat,” I said, pulling backwards.

A sharp pain tore from her lips when she tried to adjust herself, making my conscience judge me.

She wouldn’t have gone to the dungeon if I were at home.

But I was here to make it up for her.

Without thinking twice, I helped her sit up, leaning closer to her and ignoring the jolts of electric sparks that ran down my spine, making me shiver.

I gently placed the bread in her mouth, watching her munch it carefully before gulping it down her throat.

I clenched my teeth, restraining a purr as she moaned in satisfaction.

Fuck!

The way her tongue slowly licked her lips before biting it.

Goddess, I want to kiss her!

Contain yourself, Damon, what are you, 16?

“This is so delicious. I can’t believe you made this. Who taught you?”

Sadness replaced the excitement in my chest as painful memories flooded me.

How would I forget who taught me how to cook?

I was not much of a cook, in fact, I detested cooking so much until I met Ivy.

There was nothing I didn’t do to please her. I learned things that I would never learn because I was intoxicated with her love.

But still…she left me.

I stopped cooking the moment she passed away.

It was a part of me that died with her.

No one resurrected the dead feelings in me except Aurora.

What was it about her that made me do things I swore never to do after Ivy passed?

Was I in…No!

It can’t be love.

I wasn’t in love…it was just pity or I was confused.

Ivy was the only woman I loved and it would remain like that.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I cleared my throat before flashing her a forced smile.

“How did you learn how to cook so well?”

she asked again, making an uneasy feeling settle in me.

The air in the room shifted, making me suffocate.

I felt my face turn pale as tears gathered in my eyes.

I took in deep breaths, blinking hard to restrain them.

“Seems you don’t want to talk about it,” she said sadly. Her smile slowly vanished.

Guilt filled me to the brim.

Without thinking twice, I leaned closer, pulling my face to mine before claiming her lips.