Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

My hands trembled as I brought out a syringe filled with wolfsbane, ready to inject myself with it.

I made sure it was above my usual dosage.

A quick death would do.

I shut my eyes as the needle made its way into my skin, almost piercing my veins when the syringe tripped from my hand and fell on the floor.

I wasn’t afraid of death. In fact, I couldn’t wait to meet my brothers and my mate, but I was afraid that I would break Jasper’s heart.

After the ugly incident, he was there for me, helping me battle my demons and making me a better person. He was the only one who didn’t see me as a madman despite knowing I was one.

He was more than my best friend, more than my Beta. He was my brother.

Killing myself would only shatter his heart into pieces.

“A worthless madman like you doesn’t deserve to live. Pick it up!” A voice commanded, growling menacingly as a strange breeze rolled the syringe to rest against my foot.

I recognized that voice. The voice of my demons.

“You are not a madman, Damon. I know that,” Ivy’s voice suddenly filled the room.

I cocked my head to meet her walking elegantly to where I stood.

“Don’t give in to your demons,” she instructed clearly. Her voice was soft but authoritative, its effect rang in my head, erasing the suicidal thoughts in me.

As if spelled by her alluring voice, I picked the syringe from the floor and the jar of wolfsbane, discarding it in my closet before turning to meet her.

I missed her badly and I couldn’t help but want her with me all day.

Sadness filled my heart in her absence.

“Ivy is not real,” Jasper’s voice flooded my head again, stabbing my wounded heart.

She had disappeared just as she came in.

A tear escaped my eyes as I slumped hard on the couch.

Ivy is fucking real!

She visits me every time and makes sure that I am okay. We communicated as if she was there. A ghost couldn’t do that, right?

Or was I going insane?!

“Have you been skipping your medications and therapy sessions again?” I groaned at Jasper’s words.

I was tired of living on drugs and therapy. A break was what I carved for.

I didn’t need medications or therapy to feel better.

I was the Alpha King!

“A madman doesn’t fit to be the Alpha King.” A cracked voice replied, filling my head with mocking laughter.

I will not give in to my demons!

I wasn’t mad. Ivy was my witness, and so was Jasper.

“They are lying to you. You can’t even tell the difference between reality and your imagination.” Another mocking laughter erupted heavily, making my head throb.

Maybe it was right.

Denying the truth was useless.

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Why was I interacting with ghosts?

“Alpha?” A soft voice called, causing me to jerk as I sat up with my back resting against the couch.

I raised my head to meet Rosa, leaning against the door, clad in see-through lingerie red robes that complimented her pale skin.

Her face was heavy with makeup and her hair was tied in a high ponytail.

My cock twitched in excitement at her matching red bra and g-string pants.

Just the way I liked it.

Slowly, she made her way to the table in front of the couch I sat on, swaying her waist and flipping her hair.

“My King,” she bowed in acknowledgment, before raising her eyes to meet mine.

She was part of the very few people who looked me in the eye.

Her friendship with Ivy gave her the privilege.

I wondered how she coped with Ivy’s demise.

Since her best friend, Ivy died, she made it a duty to console me and help me move on. Soon, things got complicated and we were stuck in an entanglement.

Neither of us wanted to opt out of the complicated relationship.

The day Ivy died was the day I vowed to never make love to any woman. Her death brought out the cruel part of me.

Rather than making love which was more emotional, I fuck hard without any emotional attachment.

Rosa’s presence brought satisfaction to my new sex life. I became a Bdsm addict.

Things happened fast and Rosa became my mistress, satisfying my dark fantasies.

Though I felt nothing for her, I found it hard to let her go after her vast experience in BDSM sex.

Despite her laziness, she wasn’t totally useless.

Or was there something more to her staying in the castle?

“My King.” Her seductive voice rang in my ears again as she licked her plump lips.

“What do you want?” I asked harshly, but she welcomed me with a warm smile.

What was the naughty girl up to this time?

“You’ve been stressed lately, so I thought you might need to relax.” Her voice went into the gentle breeze like a whisper.

I watched her keenly, observing her next movement.

Get out of my face bitch!

“I didn’t call you, Rosa,” I said, narrowing my eyes before letting them rest on the door, indirectly telling her to leave.

“I know, my king. I also know you need something.” She climbed the table.

“I don’t need anything. Leave.” I ordered coldly, tearing my gaze from her.

“Are you sure?” she asked. Her slim fingers reached the tiny ribbons joining the piece of cloth together.

Without hesitation, she pulled the end of one ribbon and her robe came off like a pack of cards, exposing her red bra and g-string pants.

With a smirk on her face, she took a comfortable position on the table, spreading her legs wide apart before tearing the pants off.

I would have loved to do that.

Her finger met with her lips before it disappeared into her mouth as she moist them before slipping it into her pussy, rubbing her clitoris with care.

My eyes flashed with lust as her fingers rubbed her clitoris in circles.

The suicidal thoughts I had earlier vanished as if they never appeared.

“Are you sure you want me to leave, my king?”