Chapter 5 – Marked By The Demon Triplets

I earned another name. Death. I fucking loved that.

The sound of footsteps made me glance sharply at the door. Relief coursed through me when I saw my Beta. Jasper was everything to me. More than a best friend, he was like a brother. He was my right-hand man, and I trusted him with my life.

“Monster, Demon, and now Death? I’m impressed. How did you do that?” he asked excitedly, clapping his hands.

“Watch and learn, Jasper,” I replied in a gruff voice. “Learn from the best.”

I just hoped he’d say what he wanted and leave. I wasn’t in the mood for fun, especially not after dealing with that son of a bitch.

“I hate to spoil your fun, but we have a meeting with the Alpha of the Diamond Heart pack right now,” he stated, going through his iPad before putting it down and glancing at me.

The moment his eyes softened, I looked away, not wanting to be bothered by him.

But I was wrong. He saw my troubled face before I could mask my expression.

Great! Now the never-ending lecture begins.

I appreciated that he cared about me and always put the pack and me first, but sometimes, I just wanted to be left alone. I didn’t want his pity.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, walking over to me. I shifted uncomfortably when his hands held mine.

I wasn’t comfortable with physical contact.

“Is it because of what the fucker said? Or is it because of the incoming attack and the conspiracy?” He gave me a light squeeze, making me tense.

I didn’t like physical contact. It was even worse with the opposite sex.

“Don’t worry about the attack. It’s because you don’t have an heir yet. Once you find an heir, this madness will stop,” he assured, patting my shoulder.

It sounded so easy.

Find an heir and all of this will stop. But I had been trying, and it wasn’t working. Nothing seemed to work.

I didn’t know what else to do.

I was already fed up with myself.

I rolled my eyes, giving him a pensive look as he raised his hands in surrender.

He knew how much I hated being reminded of my problem. I didn’t need his pity. I didn’t need anyone’s pity. Pity meant weakness, and I was not weak.

I could handle anything. I was the Alpha King.

“Have you been eavesdropping?” I asked, waving away his questions.

“I couldn’t leave you with them, plus I couldn’t help but give in to the urge to see how you would kill that one,” he sighed, pointing at the man who had been ripped in two. “How do you even come up with such creative ways to kill?”

“Watch and learn,” I replied, looking away from him.

I couldn’t deny that the bastard’s words had gotten to me. My insides were seething with rage, and my hands trembled. Fuck!

I quickly shoved my hands into my pockets to keep my Beta from noticing. I didn’t want another round of lectures and sympathy.

Silence stretched between us, and my breathing became more erratic. I couldn’t stay around him-my body language would give me away.

I needed a distraction.

“Give me a minute,” I said sharply, walking away immediately, leaving him no room for questions.

I had a terrible temper, and I hated it when I lost control. I couldn’t go to the Diamond Heart pack like this-I could kill them all.

Why did he have to bring this up, knowing how much I hated being reminded of my past and how I failed my family?

I knew he did it to mock me, to remind me that I was weak.

But I would prove him wrong.

I needed to relieve myself of this burden right now. Anxiety filled me as my legs carried me toward Rosa’s chamber. Rosa would do.

Rosa was my mistress. She was the only one who could relieve me and accept me the way I was. After the death of my Luna, Rosa was the only woman I had left. She pleased me in ways no other woman could, and she understood my desires and limitations.

Without knocking, I flung her door open, bursting into her room and flooding it with my terrifying aura. I didn’t need to look at the maids before they scurried away like frightened rats.

“Strip!” I commanded, leaving no room for hesitation.

Damon

“My King!” Rosa bowed briefly, pausing in what she was doing before casting me a questioning glance.

I could sense her surprise. My arrival had thrown her off balance, evident from the look she gave me.

Was she expecting someone else? She dared not!

I felt a surge of anger at the thought of her seeing anyone other than me.

Her body was mine. No one should touch what I had claimed.

“Relax, Damon,” I told myself. “She’s just a mistress, a tool for pleasure and satisfaction. Easily discarded when worn out.”

But still, a wave of anger flooded me at her reluctance to remove her see-through dress.

“Are you waiting for a special invitation? I said, strip!” I commanded, struggling to suppress my anger.

Why was she acting like it was her first time? Even if it were, I was the Alpha King. I could have what I wanted, whenever I wanted, with no questions asked.

The bastard’s words still lingered in my mind, messing with my temper. I had to channel that frustration onto her. Damn it!

“Yes, my king,” she replied, fumbling with the hem of her dress.

Impatient, I hissed and walked toward her, ripping the dress from her body. I tossed the torn gown aside without a care.

“You know what I hate?” I asked, shoving her toward a large table against the wall. “Reluctance… hesitation. When I say strip, you strip!” I bellowed, spanking her hard enough to turn her skin pink.

I was taking my anger out on her, but I didn’t care.

“Yes, my king,” she muttered. She knew better than to remain silent.

“You’ll be punished for what you did. But do you know why?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“I hesitated. I was reluctant to obey your command.”

“Good girl. Turn around, hands flat on the table,” I instructed, nodding in satisfaction as she obeyed.

“I’ll be striking you five times. That’s your punishment. Do well to count. Is that clear?” I asked, irritated by the way she nodded her head.

“Respond!” I spanked her hard, feeling her release on my finger.

“Yes, my king,” she moaned.

“Naughty girl,” I said, her arousal palpable in the air.

In a flash of light, I unbuckled my belt, rolling the edge in my palm before striking her fair ass. Satisfaction rushed through me as the first stroke landed.

“One,” she gasped.

“Good girl.”

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