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Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

"On the table!" he ordered, leaving me fear-stricken as I scurried and positioned myself the way he had instructed earlier.  Who was I to disobey the most callous Alpha King?  "You are mine now, doll." he bellowed calmly, yet dangerously, emphasizing on every word.  His voice sounded like the voices of many mighty men...authoritative, mysterious, deafening..like a thunder ready to strike.  My eyes travelled up to the Moon that hung up in the sky, communicating to it as if telling it to send me a saviour. "There is no one coming to save you, Aurora. You are now my property. Your body, soul and spirit belongs to me. I am your master and your King. The sooner you accept your fate, the better.” *** Aurora was supposed to be the Alpha's beloved daughter, but fate played a trick on her, making her serve as the pack's slave instead. Someone stole her life. Years went by, the truth got exposed, but when she was about to live her best life and assume her role in the pack, trouble rears its ugly head. Her pack was under attack.  Faced with two difficult choices, she would either offer herself as a peace offering to the most cruel Alpha King in exchange for protection for her loved ones, or watch everything she holds dear crumble before her eyes.  Desperate to save her loved ones, she offered herself to the king without thinking of the consequences. But the castle of the Alpha King is filled with shocking secrets.  What if plans change and she finds not one, not two, but three Alpha Kings ready to claim her? Would she agree to become their breeder? How long would she be able to resist their charms? 
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Chapter 4

Damon.

"My King!" Rosa bowed briefly, stopping what she was doing before shooting me a questionable look.

I could smell her surprise. My arrival threw her off balance, I could sense it with the look she shot me.

Was she expecting someone else? She dares not!

I could feel my anger build up at the thought of her seeing someone else apart from me.

Her pussy was mine. No one should fuck what I was fucking.

Relax, Damon, she is only a mistress. A tool for pleasure and enjoyment. Easily discarded when wornout.

Anger spread through me at her reluctance to take off her see-through dress.

"Are you waiting for a special invitation? I said strip!" I commanded, struggling to contain my anger.

Why was she acting like it was her first time? Even if it was her first time, I was the Alpha King, I could get what I want anytime I want without questions.

The bastard's words still echoed in my head. It affected my temper badly that I had to transfer the aggression on her.

Fuck!

"Yes, my king," She answered, fumbling with the hem of her dress.

I hissed impatiently, walking towards her and ripping the dress off her. I tossed the torn gown aside. I didn't care where it ended up.

"You know what I hate?" I asked, pushing her to a large table that rested on the wall, "Reluctance…hesitations. When I say strip, you strip!" I bellowed, spanking her ass hard that it turned pink.

I was transferring aggressions on her but I didn't care.

"Yes, my king," She muttered. She knew better than keeping quiet.

"You'll be punished for what you did. But do you know why?"

She swallowed hard, pinning her gaze on the floor, "I hesitated, I reluctant to your command,"

"Good girl. Turn around, hands flat on the table,"

I nodded in satisfaction as she obeyed my command.

"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," Her arousal hovered around her.

In a flash of light, I unbuckled my belt, rolling the edge on my palm before striking her fair ass.

Satisfaction rushed through me when the first stroke landed on her ass.

"One,"

Good girl.

Without warning, the second stroke landed on her ass, causing her to raise her feet, curling her toes.

"Two," She bit her lips, letting out a gasp.

"Do you like it?" I asked in a gruff voice. My body aches to pin her against the table and fuck her brains out.

"Five," She screamed, moaning. Her release trickled down her legs as they shook. Her ass was bright red now.

I loved them red. It turned me on greatly.

I tossed the belt aside, releasing my zipper and setting my throbbing fat cock free and plunging deep into her.

Her painful screams filled the air, but I didn't let her recover before I shoved my cock deeper into her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as I continued to give her hard painful strokes.

"You can't even father a child!"

Anger rose in my chest as the bastard's voice echoed in my head. The mockery in his voice provoked me more.

I will prove it to him that I can father children.

I was hurting Rosa but I didn't care. I will prove it to the bastard that I'll have a heir and put an end to this madness.

Like an animal, I claimed her, bending her in an unimaginable way as I kept giving her deep strokes.

"Fuck!" I groaned as I sensed my release. I pulled out immediately, replacing my cock with my fingers.

Her screams intensified when I added the forth finger. She wiggled like an earthworm, twisting and turning in all directions.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" I asked, shoving my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy.

"Fuck, yes!" She cried out, convulsing.

Her orgasm was near, I could smell it.

"Come for me," I ordered, watching her convulse harder as she filled my hand with her release.

I grabbed her hair, adjusting her hips to meet mine as i rammed into her, pounding her hard until i filled her with my thick warm sperm.

I hope that was enough to make babies.

Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath with a smile on her face while I zipped my trousers and buckled my belt.

Without glancing at her or saying any word, I left her chambers.

***

"This way, King Damon," A man I figured out to be the Beta welcomed us as he directed Jasper and I into the mansion.

"Welcome, King Damon and Beta Jasper. Trust you enjoyed your trip" A feminine voice that I recognized as the Luna took over from the Alpha, leading is further into the house.

I kept a straight face while Jasper responded to her. I wasn't in the mood for small talks.

I just wanted to get over this and leave the fucking pack.

"The Alpha is in there. Beta, please, take them in," The Luna said to the Beta, turning to another direction, "I will be joining you soon,"

"This way, please," The Beta directed, opening a large double door for us.

I was about to step in when I bumped into a girl…no, the girl bumped into me.

I didn't know what came over me when my hands stabled her. But some wild electric current sent chills and vibrations down my spine.

I knew the girl felt the same too, the tray containing a lovely set of dishes in her hand crashed to the floor and broke.

I was supposed to be mad, right?

My temper would have torn her to pieces.

But I didn't know the strange calmness that washed over me.

I felt sorry the instant horror filled her eyes as she quickly bent over to pick the broken dishes.

The air in the room was tense as all attention were focused on us.

She was in deep trouble. I knew it.

"Take care of it," I ordered another maid who jumped on the task without hesitation.

I lifted her, moving her away from the glass so that it wouldn't prick her but she withdrew her hands from mine immediately, making my hands feel empty. Her hands were so soft, I almost let out a pur.

Confusion hit me when her eyes widened in shock as she moved away from me, running without looking back.

The strange sparks flooded me again, sending shivers down my spine.

Why do I feel strangely drawn to her?

Why did she behave like that?

I adjusted quickly, walking into the hall as if nothing happened but I didn't miss the look that my Beta shot me.

I know and I was surprised as he was.

"I want to know everything about that girl. Start your investigations now! " I mind-linked Jasper, ignoring his questions.

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