Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Aurora

I woke up to the melodious song of the birds.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I yawned tiredly, stretching my body.

The room was still dark as the sun hadn’t risen yet.

“Too early,” I groaned lazily.

I took off the duvet that wrapped my body, proceeding to stand before it clicked in me.

I didn’t sleep in my room last night.

Captured by the masterpiece I glanced through, I was glued to the chair. Mated To The Blood Alpha by Oluwaseun Oyogho took over my attention.

It didn’t take long before my boredom vanished as I kept myself busy with the book.

Page after page, yet, I wasn’t satisfied. My eyelids became heavy, still, I couldn’t close the book. I wanted to fill my head with more spicy chapters.

Defeated by sleep, I placed the book on my chest, leaning on the couch.

But here I was inside my room, on top of my bed.

I didn’t have a history of sleepwalking, except if someone was…

A small smile played on my lips as my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

It had to be Dax.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes glowed when he stared at me.

One time, I noticed a ring forming in his pupil, but he was quick to blink back, making it vanish.

The feeling felt strange. Goosebumps plastered my body. It was as if another entity was staring at me.

As if that wasn’t enough, he offered to dress my wound whenever Devin got busy.

It baffled me how excited he was whenever it was time to treat my wound.

The animal trap left a deep cut in my feet, leaving me sore and restricting my movement. If it weren’t for their timely intervention, I would have been paralyzed.

My hands rubbed my thighs, pressing them hard, before releasing my grip.

I couldn’t explain the strangely familiar tingling and spark that spread through me whenever our skin brushed against each other.

Or maybe it was just my imagination.

I was certain they felt the same. I heard Dax’s breath turn harsh and his fingers trembled.

But Devin on the other hand shot me a keen look when we felt the sparks.

His looks were so penetrative, they bore into my skin.

It was already three weeks with them and I couldn’t help but fall in love with their personalities.

Dax was carefree, playful, and didn’t take things seriously, but Devin was resourceful, a critical thinker, he was patient, and a good strategist.

It didn’t take long before I began to develop feelings for both brothers. But I kept it to myself.

I couldn’t love more than one, I didn’t want to appear greedy. Meanwhile, they did me a favour by rescuing me and providing for my basic needs.

Trapping them with love was out of it.

But if I was told to pick between the brothers, I would be left without an option.

Despite their contrasting personalities, they possess similar traits.

Their ruthlessness and strength left me marveled, especially when they had to kill a large animal with their bare hands.

But above all, only one thing bothered me.

Their masks.

Why did they cover their faces while I was with them?

Haven’t I proved that I wasn’t a spy?

I heaved a sigh, folding the duvet before tidying up my bed.

I hummed a song as I yanked the curtains open, allowing me to have a view of the woods through my glass window.

“Hello,” I said, waving to the birds that were singing and chirping as if they could hear me. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

They chirped louder in response as if responding to my greetings.

Darkness slowly faded from the room, but it was not enough to give a clear view as the sun hadn’t risen yet.

My eyes travelled to the wall clock that ticked continuously.

It was 5 am. The day was still young.

I got out of my room, quietly picking up the brush as I began sweeping.

Devin and Dax would soon be awake and I wanted to give them a surprise.

I wanted them to wake up to a clean house.

It’s been 3 weeks since they’ve accommodated me and they never allowed me to do any chore. Especially when I hurt myself and I lost my baby.

According to them, my body still needed to heal.

But I didn’t feel comfortable with it.

I just couldn’t watch them do all the chores and still cook for me while I sat lazily doing nothing all day.

Boredom was killing me.

They tried engaging with me whenever I was free, but it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to keep myself busy.

Though my feet still hurt, it wasn’t enough to restrict my movement anymore. It only hurts badly whenever I put pressure on them.

A sigh of satisfaction rolled off my throat when I was done sweeping. I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.

But that wasn’t enough.

I grabbed a spray can filled with liquid soap, a bottle of vinegar, a pair of rubber gloves, a scrubber, and a squeegee.

I carried it all in a big bucket, walking past Dax and Devin’s room.

A small noise caught my attention, making me halt.

It was just noises, they were awake.

I leaned against the wooden door, placing my ear on it to capture their words.

I wasn’t the nosy type, but I couldn’t help myself that morning.

The scent of rain and honey invaded my nostrils, calming me.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Maybe the animal trap was a bad idea. Each time I get to dress the bandage on her feet, I feel that we were the cause of the injury on her legs.” I recognized it as Dax’s voice.

“It isn’t our fault because we set the trap for wild animals. We didn’t know a girl would show up in the heart of the woods at an ungodly hour.” Devin retorted.

“But that doesn’t explain the question I asked,” his voice filled my ears again.

“I have an answer for you, Devin. Bugger off.”

“I noticed your closeness and it’s enough to conclude that you have feelings for her. You have to be careful, Dax, she is still a stranger,” he warned, making a friend cross my face.

Does he trust me yet?

That explained why he kept wearing a mask on his face.

“It’s pity,”

“No, it’s not,” Devin fired.

“If it’s not pity, then what else do I feel for a girl who had a miscarriage? I just want her to feel loved. It’s obvious the father of the baby was a jerk for abandoning her,” Dax tried to explain, but he was interrupted by Devin’s scuff.

“You love her. Be careful, I can sniff your lies.”