Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

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Tucking the paper carefully in his back pocket, he muttered a few words that fuelled his soul, grabbed his black leather jacket, and opened the door.

He shut the door quietly, slipping the key in the key hole as he locked it.

Satisfied that his space was secured, he wore his jacket, walking through the lonely bushy path in great haste.

Despite being engrossed in his mission, the corner of his eyes was quick to catch the swift movement of a shadowy figure.

He was torn between two options as he slowed down his pace.

Investigate or forge on.

He was bent on the latter, but curiosity got the best of him as he could have sworn that he caught a familiar faint scent lingering in the grass and the figure of a person wearing a dark cloak.

Though the scent was weak, it rang a bell in his head.

Anxiety burrowed into his soul as he halted.

He could feel an eager peer of eyes watching him from fear.

His breath turned rash as goosebumps blanketed his skin the moment he caught the sight of a strange figure from the corner of his eyes. But before he could stop to take a closer look, the figure was gone like dust, as if it wasn’t there.

Strange feelings gathered in the pit of his stomach as creepy thoughts flooded his mind.

His brows furrowed, and his heart began to thunder.

It didn’t take long before the ‘What if’ thoughts started crowding his head, increasing his heartbeat as anxiety rose in him.

There was something about the scent that drew his attention.

What if?

“Nah, it can’t be her,” he scoffed, brushing the thought aside as his eyes narrowed.

He could swear on his father’s grave that Rosa didn’t know his whereabouts. After her last visit to his place before his mission with Aurora, he moved out to a secluded area.

His jaws tightened as he drew in harsh breaths.

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If it wasn’t Rosa, then who?

The more he tried to yank the thoughts off his mind, the more his heart raced in worry.

He was sure that he saw someone, he felt someone.

The hateful eyes that were pinned behind his back didn’t leave his memory in a hurry.

But who was this person?

And how could he vanish in the blink of an eye without a trace?

“This is a bad sign,” he muttered to himself, scanning the bushy area with restless eyes.

“This is bad luck,” he repeated before getting lost in thoughts.

Suddenly, a hysterical laughter erupted from his mouth.

He must have been overthinking things.

It was the drinks playing tricks on him. His brief meeting with Silas paralyzed him with fear and only whisky could wipe them off.

“Nice try,” he scoffed, blowing raspberries as he continued along the path that led to the castle.

On a few occasions, he glanced behind him to catch a spy, but none came into view, which confirmed his doubt.

It was definitely alcohol.

Arriving at Rosa’s room, he paused briefly before the door, carefully slipping his fingers into the backpocket to feel the paper.

Satisfied as he felt the paper’s rough edges, he opened the door and slipped in as quiet as a mouse.

The huge room was without Rosa, though her scent lingered there.

Following the scent as it grew strong, he figured out that she was in the bathroom.

He straightened, taking a deep breath to get hold of his restlessness.

Impatiently, he sat on a couch in silence, allowing his eyes to dance around the room while waiting for Rosa.

His eyes caught a black cloth that could pass for a hoodie thrown behind another couch opposite him.

Overwhelmed by curiosity, he stretched his head, straining his eyes to have a closer look as an image popped in his memory.

He could have sworn that the cloak and the hoodie have strange similarities.

But he quickly brushed the thought aside. Meanwhile, Rosa never left her room.

He wouldn’t allow the alcohol to mess with his head.

Eerie silence fell upon the room as Ray swung into action.

He wasn’t going to sit around and wait for Rosa until he took his next step.

A dark smile curled up on his lips the moment his eyes settled on a bottle of wine and a glass. Judging from the look of things, Rosa probably had a few glasses of wine before dashing into the bathroom as the glass was turned over and the wine in the bottle was half.

His face lit up in excitement as his plans were setting in place.

“Maybe this is a good sign after all,” he muttered to himself while stroking his beard.

He was about to dip his finger into the pocket when Rosa’s scream threw him off balance, causing him to jerk as panic ran through him.

“What in the Moon goddess’ name are you doing here?!” she flinched, adjusting her towel that was almost sliding off her wet body.

“What do you mean by what I am doing here? Don’t I come to see you?” he fired, removing his fingers from his pocket and staring deep into her eyes to avoid suspicion.

“I wasn’t expecting you today.”

“You don’t need to expect me before you see me. I shall see you whenever I wish,” he stated before walking up to meet her and pulling her in a warm embrace.

“I only came to see my beautiful lady. You look ready for a round. You know I love doing it immediately when you come out of the bathroom,” he sneered, squeezing Rosa’s ass through her towel.

“Stop it,” she groaned impatiently, tightening her jaws as irritation flushed through her.

“What is wrong? Why are you so cold to me?” Ray asked in a concerned tone, irking Rosa more.

She was flaming in anger within her every time his hands brushed against hers.

I missed you, you know,” he whispered against her ear, biting it softly before throwing her to the couch and leaning in for a kiss.

“What the fuck, Ray!” Roda lashed out in rage as she was unable to keep her emotions in check.

Her hands quickly grabbed the edge of her towel, wrapping it over her body.

“Can’t you control yourself? I’m not in the mood!” she groaned, almost yanking her hair apart as frustration tore through her.

Snake!

How dare he try to act nice after accepting the deal with the devil.

He thought she was foolish and ignorant of his act.

She was called the eyes and ears of the castle for a reason.

Nothing happens without her knowledge.

One look at Ray made her want to rip his throat apart.

But she wasn’t mad that he betrayed her. She expected it.

It only crushed her spirit to know that the devil that used Ray was someone close to her, so close like a second skin.

After all she had done to cover up his mess.

That moment, he ceased to be her uncle. She was no longer his blood.

But she wouldn’t give herself away.

Not yet.

She would pose like a time bomb before exploding.

She couldn’t wait to see the shock twisted on their bloodied faces.

“Is that an attitude? You are lucky that I’m in a good mood, else!” he threatened, gritting his teeth as he warned. His voice screamed of impending anger.

“That doesn’t mean you should forget yourself and cross the limit, else I’ll bend you over this instant!” he completed, spanking her hard on the ass.

Rosa’s breath hitched as she could only curse within her.

It was only a matter of time before she regained her respect and position.

She will make him curse the day he connived with the devil to kill her.

“I’ll just pretend this never happened because I won’t let you ruin my mood. And since I’m in an excellent mood, there won’t be any blackmail or sex today. But I want us to make a toast to a celebration,” he stated, smacking his lips as he strode to the table where the wine was.

Rosa feigned ignorance as she stared at him with confused eyes. “What are you celebrating?”

She enjoyed the blank look on his face as he tried to figure out what to say.

Ray cleared his throat as he exchanged a nervous look with Rosa. “Nothing much. I woke up feeling strangely happy, and I want us to spend the rest of the day drinking and marrying,” he suggested, his hands caressing the edge of the bottle.

“Why don’t we dance first?” Rosa suggested.

Her eyes didn’t leave Ray’s confused ones as she watched her words throw him into a state of nervousness.

“I would suggest we have a drink first, then we can dance,” he stated firmly, hoping his words were enough to convince Rosa so that he could carry out his act without her suspicion.

“Very well then, let us drink,” Rosa smiled in agreement, stretching a glass at him.