The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Chapter One Hundred & Forty Nine

Prologue

The triplets hated their father, collectively.

Not in the blood curdling kind of way.

In the way children despised meddling parents. It didn’t help that even if they were many decades older, he could still make them feel small, still called them, "Little shits." Lucien appeared whenever he felt like in either of their homes and crashed in on their parties like he wasn’t "an old bastard", like they dubbed him.

Their world had changed gravely.

They were born in a time where horses and carriages served as transport, where castles were great monuments and monarchy was the only method of ruling.

But as the years transversed swiftly, their world evolved. Kings became presidents, heads of states, governors and mayors, until the title lost its meaning and became something more of bloodlines than it had any major significance except the wealth and respect that came from being a part of history or a long dead line.

There were machines that did everything you needed it to, and sometimes, those machines spoke back.

The Lycans dwindled over time. They were never a vast number to begin with, but with the human machines and weapons, one day, they decided they had finally had enough of them and began hunting them. Some they kept for experiments, and when they realized they couldn’t quite learn how the Lycans functioned or what made them so divine, they decided they were more trouble than they were worth.

A lot of them died. It didn’t matter how much they fought back. The human population was more than a hundred times greater and they sought extermination.

Ebonheart was lost to history, and those of them left alive have scattered across the Earth, living mostly in serenity. Even the humans have blotted out their names from their history book.

But to the triplets growing frustration, their father, you see, refused to keel over and die.

Once in every little while, unpredictably, Lucien Draemont came down from the little mountain he had stolen their mother off to--all for himself, because Lucien decided one day that the triplets could get the fuck out and stop stressing the hell out of their mother... anyways. He often came down from that mountain, only to wreck havoc on his sons’ peace of mind.

As you must have noticed, even in their lives, he was an active main character. And it didn’t matter how many times they moved cities, change apartments, they couldn’t outrun him, couldn’t hide from him.

He just breezed in, in those outdated garments that still looked regal on him and his crown cinched to the side--more of a fashion statement than anything--whenever he wanted to, with a cheery smile, "Missed me?"

Of-fucking-course not.

The other week, Tristan, the rake amongst the three, brought home a woman from the club and their father prowled in at the moment she was sucking him off on the chaise.

Then the woman decided she thought their father was sexier. And she began flirting with him, too.

It would have been a bloody spectacle if they didn’t know their father never saw anything except Mother. You could have paraded the entire country full of naked, beautiful women in front of him with nice tits and ass, and he wouldn’t even notice.

And when Penelope had hopped to him and called him Daddy, Lucien had looked disturbed, asked her if her father was lost. And when she explained it was just a kink she was into, he looked at all three of his sons and it was clear he was wondering where he had gone wrong in raising them. And he’d simply fled. He hadn’t returned in three months, thank fucking gods. Maybe their Mother finally has him held down in one place.

Jessamine, of course, never had the same problem. She was always their father’s favourite. She was the most pampered and she had a wistful, whimsical look about her. Like she was completely detached from reality and in a world where Daffodil petals were plucked and she could wish upon the stars for her prince charming.

It irked her brothers to no end, because old as Jessamine was, she was coddled and pampered and couldn’t tell when she was being lied to by men. She fell in love as easily as the breeze blew and they’d lost count of how many men they’d had to beat up in the last few decades whenever she showed up wailing, "He had a wife and four kids all along."

But of course, this part of the story isn’t Jessamine’s. Hers will follow... at some point, as all things run their due course.

Enter...

Asterin.

*****

Elowen

"Live, El."

Those words echo in the back of my mind repeatedly, until it is all I can hear, until all I can see is my mother’s face, pale from so much lost weight and failed rounds of chemo.

I still have my labcoat draped against my shoulders, still reek of the chemicals from the college’s laboratory, where I’d gotten the call. I didn’t have the money for a bus, having spent every dime and mortgaged our home for a loan for her treatment.

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