Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Warning, self-harm!

Aurora

I didn’t spare any more time listening to them as I grabbed the cleaning equipment, and raced to the next available window.

That was it. My morning was ruined.

With tears pouring down my eyes, I put on the gloves and proceeded to clean the windows.

The excitement I felt was dead now.

The song and chirping of the birds that serenaded me meant nothing to me again.

Dax’s words were like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart, reopening a healing wound.

His words were like salt that rubbed an open injury.

It stung me, filling me with searing pain as I remembered my past.

Transferring all the aggression on the windows, I scrubbed them with all my might, crying profusely.

By the time I got to the brothers’ window, I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the dew that dropped on my palm.

Their window was tinted in such a way that it reflected the image of the things outside only. No one would be able to see them from the inside.

I couldn’t risk being asked the reason for my tears.

Though I felt bad about their words, I didn’t want them to know that I was eavesdropping on their conversation.

I was already midway into finishing Devin’s window when I heard footsteps behind me.

Panic seized me as I turned to see the cause of the noise.

Relief flooded me when I saw Dax and Devin walking casually behind me.

The day was already getting bright as the darkness faded.

I blinked my eyes, stopping tears from dropping as their presence filled me with emotions.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” I cleared my throat.

I forced a smile, before turning to clean the window.

I couldn’t look into their eyes as I was afraid that I would break down in tears.

I hated to be reminded that my baby was dead.

“It is pity.” His words flooded my head again, breaking my heart.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

To even think that I had started to develop feelings for him.

Despite guiding my heart and vowing never to fall in love again after the ill treatment I received from Damon, I couldn’t stop falling for the brothers.

“What are you doing?” They chorused. In no time, I felt the squeegee and scrubber come off my hands.

“I thought we said you are not allowed to work until you get better,” Devin said, looking all worked up.

“I am better,” I protested, squatting to pick up the scrubber but they were too fast to pick it up.

“If only you take another four days rest, your feet would be healed. That trap was meant to rip off the feet of any animal that struggles to remove the leg which you did. You were lucky your feet were ripped off.”

I gazed at their long faces in silence.

“But I’m almost done. This is the last one,” I tried to cajole them, but they wouldn’t budge

“No.”

“But I just wanted to surprise you guys, plus I’m bored,” I whined, hoping they would entertain my excuse.

“Wait until you heal, Aurora. Dax would complete it. Go to your room and rest,” Devin dictated, making me feel like a child.

His voice was so authoritative. I could almost swear that he sounded like an Alpha.

There was something about his voice that made it seem sexy.

“Can I cook then? I’m tired of eating pancakes,”

“Fine,” Devin groaned.

Without wasting time, I raced to the kitchen, not because I wanted to cook so badly, but because I needed to be alone to brawl my eyes out.

I hated that Dax’s eyes glowed whenever we locked our gaze. I hated the tingles that filled me when our skin brushed against each other.

How dare he say he feels pity for me when we both feel the same thing?!

My hands lowered to my flat stomach, rubbing it tenderly.

Bitter tears rolled from my eyes at the thought that there was no child inside of it.

The source of my happiness was gone.

Thanks to Damon.

Frustrated and dejected, I slumped against the kitchen countertop, burying my head in my palm, and wept profusely.

I was never going to see him again.

I was never going to feel his gentle kicks and movements.

I missed the rhythm of his heartbeat whenever I went for a scan.

I miss him. As much as I wanted him, I knew I had to accept the sad reality.

I had a miscarriage.

I hated myself for killing my baby. Despite Dax and Devin talking me out of it, I couldn’t stop admitting that I was responsible for the miscarriage.

The harsh weather coupled with starvation and negligence made him go.

I hated myself. I wanted to punish myself to feel the pain he felt.

With my hands clasped tightly over my mouth, I pulled my hair until I started to feel some strands fall out.

The pain awoke a terrible headache, but I didn’t stop.

I walked towards the cabinet, grabbing a sharp knife as I cut myself.

But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to feel more pain.

I picked up a fork and stabbed the injured person.

My hands began to bleed, but I wasn’t concerned.

To avoid suspicion, I placed my hand in the sink to let the blood flow out.

A sharp pain shot from my hand to my brain. My strength began to fail me and my knees wobbled.

My hands were clasped tightly over my mouth as I didn’t want my noise to draw the guys’ attention. I didn’t want them to get worried.

“Aurora!” Dax screamed when he saw me.

He rushed to me, taking the sharp objects from me before washing the blood from my hand.

“It was an accident,” I said weakly. I hope that was enough to convince him.

“Be careful Aurora, next time, call me to help you out so you don’t cut yourself!” He scolded.

“Have you been crying?” He asked in surprise, pulling my face closer to his to have a better view.

“No,” I replied, pulling away from his grip as shuddering sparks started to run wildly in me.

I hated what his closeness did to me.

My forehead creased in confusion when I noticed his presence started to heal my wound rapidly.

That only meant one thing.

Was he my mate?