Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Devin

Today’s work was hectic. I lay on the bed in exhaustion with my partly closed eyes pinned to the moon that shone in all her glory.

It was strange. The Moon had never shone so bright in the dead of the night.

I felt a lift in my spirit… excitement about something, but I couldn’t place my head around it.

But deep down, I knew this night would be different from the rest of the nights. I didn’t know why I had that conviction, but I couldn’t get the feeling off me.

“The Moon is so beautiful, Dax,” I blurted, mesmerized by the beauty that beholder my sight.

“Dax?” I called again, this time louder, but I was left with no response.

I tilted my head to see Dax lying on the couch with a book in his hand.

Dax could sleep anywhere.

The noise from the book was enough to wake him up, but for some reason, he remained asleep.

The more I stared at the moon, the more I felt connected to it.

It was like the Moon goddess was trying to tell me someone about my life and the life of my brother.

Each time, I get lost in thought, I have this feeling that I wasn’t meant to be where I was.

The tattoo on my back and the weird thoughts convinced me that I was royalty.

But how did I end up here? In the woods, by the river?

Explaining to Dax didn’t help matters as he always found ways to laugh it off and make jest of me.

It was annoying, but I knew Dax’s was playful. He was carefree, he didn’t take things seriously.

Wallowing in confusion, I couldn’t help but think, if we had a mate, parents, or a sibling.

I tried to string my weird dreams together, but each time I did, I always came down with a migraine.

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I felt a push in my spirit about my life.

I needed to know my past.

I needed to know why I felt I was royalty.

I needed to know why I always looked for my crown. I needed to know why I always felt like I should rule a large number of people. I needed to know why I felt I was missing someone in my life.

Maybe a brother or a sister. Maybe a companion or a partner.

I felt a disaster had happened in my past life.

Was I reborn?

I needed answers to my unending questions. I needed to know my identity.

Every night I go to bed with that heavy burden in my heart. It was the last thing I thought of every night and the first thing I thought of every morning.

I wish I knew the answers.

But of all nights, tonight felt different.

I felt a kind of energy around me screaming positivity.

Tonight felt so good, I wish it could be replayed again.

It didn’t take long before sleep clouded my eyes. I didn’t want to give in to sleep, I was afraid of my demons.

The moment I shut my eyes, they would charge at me in thousands, consuming me and filling me with fear.

Most times, I wake up screaming and sweating.

Thanks to those faceless bastards.

Despite summoning courage in my dreams, they deal with me.

They were dark, shapeless entities that hovered around, haunting me.

But aside from my demons, I see bits of my past.

Though it didn’t make sense.

Most times, I saw myself on a throne, with two other men. I was able to identify one of the men as Dax, but I couldn’t recognize the last one. Deep down, I felt he was part of us.

He was one of us.

But how? Where was he?

Was he dead?

Sometimes, I hear a strange voice in my head speaking to me. It goes silent afterwards. I felt it was buried inside me.

“Who are we, Dax?” I asked, my eyes glued to the moon. “I wish I knew.”

With those words, stretched on the bed, adjusting the pillow on my head as I lay to sleep.

A painful smile crossed my lips when my eyes caught sight of a picture on the wall.

Keep resting, father.

Though the man in the picture wasn’t my father, we refer to him as our father.

He was a rogue hunter. He told me stories of how he found Dax and me almost lifeless on the floor on the other side of a river when he was out hunting at night.

Instead of killing us completely, he saved our lives and nursed us back to good health.

He thought we were rogues at first but our scents convinced him. He harboured a deep hatred for rogues after they killed his wife. The sad event turned him into a rogue hunter.

He spends most time in the woods.

We lived in his house after his death as we hadn’t decided on which pack to go.

I will always love him.

I yawned tiredly, shutting my eyes as sleep finally overtook me.

I hadn’t slept much when I heard a loud crashing sound outside.

Alarmed, I sprung awake, peeking through the window.

It didn’t take long before the sound of cries filled the air, though it was faint.

“Dax?” I called, tapping him to wake. “I think our animal trap has caught a large animal.”

But Dax wasn’t moved.

Irritated by his deep sleep, I hit him harder.

I hated that Dax could be a heavy sleeper sometimes.

“Fucking wake up, Dax,” I half-yelled. I was careful not to alarm the animal outside.

I didn’t place the trap tightly and it could escape depending on how large it was.

“What’s up, Devin?” He yawned, pushing my hand off his body. “I need quality sleep, bugger off.”

He turned to his side, shutting his eyes to continue sleeping.

“Our trap caught a large animal!” I yelled. That was enough to wipe off sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and staring at me.

“Come on, let’s get it,” I urged, placing my hand beneath the bed to take weapons.

“You think we should take more?” Dax asked, his eyes pinned to each weapon.

“Nah, it’s enough. We should be able to overpower it,” I muttered.

“Don’t forget,” I said, tossing a mask at him before wearing mine.

I couldn’t risk being seen.

As quietly as a mouse, we made our way to the trap, holding out the weapon In case the animal wanted to launch an attack.

Frozen by shock, the long knife in my hands fell when I saw a girl lying on the floor. Her head was covered by her hair and her legs were bleeding.

Peeking closely, I could see blood trickling between her legs.

Was she pregnant?

The cold bit into her skin, making her shiver violently. Her hand shielded her stomach from the floor and she didn’t stop crying.

“Our trap caught a girl!” Dax screamed in horror.