Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Fake couples

*~Aurora’s POV~*

Darius was still standing three feet away from me, breathing like someone who just got slapped with a frying pan, when his eyes slowly drifted toward my blanket.

"Aurora," he said softly, "are you still cold?"

I nodded dramatically, shivering so hard the mattress squeaked. "Freezing. If I die from coldness, tell my mommy I loved her."

He panicked instantly. "No—you won’t die. Not on my watch."

Then he snapped his fingers with a loud, echoing crack. Three demons stumbled into the room like bowling pins, tripping over each other as they landed on their knees before him.

"Blankets," Darius ordered. "Soft. Warm. Preferably enchanted. Now."

The demons sprinted away like their horns were on fire.

I blinked at him. "Wow. Do you always make people cry when you speak?"

"What? No."

"You yelled ’now.’"

"I did not yell," he said defensively.

"Yes, you did. The house shook. A rat fainted."

He blinked. "We don’t have rats."

"Not anymore. You scared it away."

His face twitched again. Poor man was one insult away from combusting.

I leaned closer. "Husband?"

He stiffened like a corpse being possessed. "Yes, Aurora?"

"Your hair is messy."

He immediately ran both hands through his hair. "Better?"

"No," I said honestly. "It looks like a bird bath."

This man. I swear. The King of Darkness had never known true fear until this moment.

Before he could defend his dignity further, Rebecca barged right back in without knocking. She leaned against the doorframe like she paid rent there.

"Darius," she said, ignoring me, "your stupid witches are—"

"My witches?" He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean my witches?"

"They were mine until you drove them insane with your emotional monologues," she said.

"Oh please." Darius rolled his eyes. "The only thing that drives people insane around here is your voice."

She gasped dramatically. "I hope you trip on a staircase."

"Leave," he snapped.

"No!" she barked. "This is my house too."

"No, it isn’t."

"Yes, it is!"

"You live in the southern wing!"

"It is still part of the house!"

I watched them argue like divorced parents fighting over who gets custody of the last brain cell in the room.

Finally, Rebecca turned to me, narrowed her eyes, and crossed her arms.

"So, Aurora, tell the truth," she said. "Are you really seven?"

I widened my eyes as much as possible. "Yes. My mommy gave me candy yesterday."

Rebecca’s nose twitched. "Where’s the candy?"

I put my hand dramatically on my chest. "In my heart."

Darius nearly choked on air trying not to laugh. Rebecca glared at him like she wanted to stab him with a spoon.

Suddenly, the demons returned with a mountain of blankets. Literally a mountain. They stacked them so high the top one hit the chandelier. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"My lord," one of them said, panting, "we brought... everything."

Darius gestured proudly. "See? You won’t be cold anymore."

I shook my head. "No. Those look itchy."

Demons: ??!

Darius bit his lip, thinking. "Okay. Bring softer blankets."

One of the demons cried. Actually cried. A tear rolled down his cheek.

Rebecca smacked her forehead. "You people are raising a spoiled demon queen."

I gasped. "I’m not spoiled!"

"You just rejected seventeen blankets," she snapped.

"I have sensitive skin," I said. "My mommy told me."

Rebecca glared at Darius. "See? She lied again."

"No, she didn’t," he insisted. "She is sensitive. Everything about her is sensitive. Her skin, her emotions, her memory..."

"My boredom," I added.

He froze. "You... you’re bored?"

"A little."

Darius’ entire soul shook. He pointed randomly at a demon soldier like he was choosing a victim.

"You! Bring entertainment!"

The demon blinked. "My lord... what kind?"

"I DON’T KNOW!" Darius shouted. "Figure it out! Juggle something! Do acrobatics! Dance! SOMETHING!"

The demon nodded fearfully. "Yes, my lord!"

He grabbed two candlesticks and began juggling them so terribly that one nearly flew into Rebecca’s face.

"STOP!" she screamed.

I clapped. "Again!"

Darius visibly melted at my approval. "See? She’s happy. Keep going."

The demon resumed juggling, now sweating profusely.

After ten agonizing minutes, Darius suddenly stopped everything.

He knelt beside me again. Too close. This man had no concept of personal space.

"Aurora," he said softly, "I know you are scared. But I swear to you, everything will make sense soon. You will remember me. You will remember us."

I blinked. "Do we have kids?"

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