Getting Married To The Devils

Lilith's POV 

The room is suffocating and hot, like it's about to explode. Heat stings on my skin, my heart ramming in my ribs so hard I can hardly think properly. 

The silk ties are still wrapped around Roman's fingers and Vane? I can feel his long, masculine hands wrapped around my hip, pulling me close to his crotch. Malakai is so close to me I can literally feel every beat of his heart; calm, scary. 

Just then, a sharp loud beep rings through the intercom on the wall. It's a normal, small sound but in this room, it's as loud as a gunshot. 

Malakai freezes. He doesn't growl, just stops dead in his movements. But those sharp, predator eyes of his doesn't soften. 

“Malakai, the great Genotype must not be bred in lust” the voice rings out through the speaker, it sounds like an old man's. The council. “No skin to skin contact until the Vows of Blood are exchanged tomorrow at dawn, the blood must be pure” 

For a second, nobody breathes. 

But, Roman then lets out a sharp, messy laugh as he tosses the silk ties to the bed. “Tsk….” He clicks his tongue shaking his head. “Old hags want a wedding before the bedding, huh? How fucking cute” 

Vane growls, pulling his hand off my skin as though it burned him. When he stares at me, there's no form of emotions, just empty, distant stares. 

“Tomorrow” he mutters, his voice vibrating. “Keep your pretty clothes on, Princess. This might be the last time you'll ever have them” 

°°°°°°

Whether I'm prepared or not, morning comes. 

And when I walk into the dining hall, I'm greeted first by the strong smell of coffee and the familiar scent of rich people; one I grew up with. 

My eyes are red and sunken from crying all night, literally, from screaming into my pillow until I could hardly talk the next morning. 

And at the dining hall, I sight my father. He's slicing a rare steak like it's another boring Tuesday morning. My mother is staring at her reflection on the silver spoon, smoothening the hair that was out of place. 

They both look oddly calm and….normal. as though they are waiting for their brunch reservations rather than their daughter's funeral. 

“Ple….please, Daddy” I cry out, my voice cracking as I rush towards them, trying to reach for his hand….those familiar hands that always held me whenever I was scared.

But, I pull away and grab the salt instead, not even sparing me a glance. 

“Tell….tell these men this is all a sick prank” I say again, my words coming out messy and desperate. “Please….just…tell them you're going to take me home. I'll give everything back…the…they house, jewelry, cars, everything. I'll even work! Just tell them I'm your child” 

Finally, my father, Marcus, looks at me. But instead of that usual, familiar look of warmth and love, it's replaced by a look of relief and hate. 

“Lilith” he calls out, his voice cold, brows formed into a thick frown. “You were never our daughter” 

I freeze almost immediately, but he doesn't give me time to process my emotions properly before he continues. 

“You were more like umm….a pearl we polished for them. And you have no fucking idea how much it cost to take care of your bratty needs just to keep you from finding out what you really are” 

I flinch so hard, I almost stumble on my feet. His words hit me like a painful slap across my cheeks. My chest feels….empty. “What….what I was?”

“Darling, a vessel” my mother chimes in, her tone annoyed, like I'm being bratty. “Or more like, a peace treaty. Our pack was…. going bankrupt but the Triad stepped in, threatening to completely wipe us out” she pauses, adjusting her necklace. 

“....until we finally offered a cure for their…. instability. You literally saved our lives, Lili. Don't act selfish” 

“What….what about Jax?” I mutter, finding it difficult to breathe properly as my heart shatters into a million pieces. I double over, clutching my chest tightly though it could stop the deep ache I feel at the moment. 

“He…he said he loved me. He…he wouldn't….” 

The swinging of the door opening cuts me off. 

Almost immediately, Jaxson strides in, wearing a brand new designer jacket, tossing a familiar key in the air; my Ferrari keys! 

“Ja…Jax?” I say his name again, my heart fluttering with the tiny, pathetic hope I feel at the moment. 

He doesn't spare me a glance, just walks towards the buffet and grabs a croissant, then winks at Malakai who's quietly observing everything from the shadows. 

Malakai seems annoyed at Jax, like he's some kind of bug loitering where he shouldn't.

“Hey…don't give me that look, Lil” Jax laughs, talking with his mouth full; a habit I once found cute but now irks me. 

“The Triad offered me something better than ‘love’” he sneers, scoffing like he just said something ridiculous. “My own territory, even cleared my gambling debts. You're actually smoking hot, babe, but I don't think you're ‘get-murdered-by-the-three-devils’ hot. Also…..” he leans in, his voice dropping into a mocking whisper. “You were too soft for me…boring. These guys might know what to do with you” 

He pats his pocket, bulging with cash. “Thanks for making me rich, Princess. Literally” 

Just then, Malakai strides out of the shadows. The whole room goes dead silent almost immediately. He stares down at Jax like he's some trash.

“The transaction is finished, Jaxson. You were paid to end the relationship with her” he says in a cold, calm tone. “Now take your money and get out. If you're seen anywhere around this city after this hour…. I'll fucking peel that jacket off your back…along with your skin” 

Jaxson turns pale, his whole bad boy act melting away in an instant as he runs out through the pack door without glancing back at me even once. 

I stand there, still reeling in shock, my body still trembling like I just witnessed a real life horror film.

The heavy thud of some documents gets my attention, snapping me back to reality. Malakai pushes the document across the table to me. 

The paper looks heavy and the edges….. bloodstained? 

“Read,” he orders. “Clause seven….The female will be used a a biological drug to stabilise the Triad's feral instincts” 

He leans towards me, his huge frame covering my petite body. “Your body wasn't just sold, Lilith. It was alongside your future and soul. All sold for a seat at a table where they'll never be welcome” 

He then strides towards my mother, slowly putting his hands on her shoulders. For a second, she's scared, then the next, she sighs softly, as though relieved. 

“Crazy irony, right?” he smiles, but doesn't reach those cold, empty eyes. 

"You took care of her, Elena." Malakai touches her throat. "Kept her nice and soft. But the prophecy says the Spawn must be born from sacrifice... and baptized in the blood of the one who raised her."

My heart stops. "What? Malakai, stop. What are you doing?" He looks at me and smiles, but there's nothing human in it.

"Your mom sold you for a seat on the Council, Lilith. Only fair she pays the tax." It happens fast. Just a loud crack, like breaking a stick in a quiet forest.

I scream at the top of my lungs, It hurts my throat. My mom's body falls as he drops her at my feet like trash.

"Don't look so shocked." Malakai wipes a drop of blood off his cufflink. "She didn't love you. She was just a person taking care of a special flower."

He turns to my dad who's now shaking, broken. "Get out, Marcus. Before I decide I need two dead bodies for the wedding."

My dad runs. He doesn't look at his wife, doesn't look at me. Just run.

I fall down. My white dress soaks up blood from the carpet. I'm shaking so bad I can't breathe, my hands pressed against my mother's neck as I try to stop the bleeding, but unfortunately, it's impossible. 

Roman walks over and grabs my choker. He pulls my head up, makes me look at them.

"Now, Princess." His voice is soft. His eyes are mean. "No more parents, no more boyfriend."

He lifts my chin.

"Ready to walk down the aisle?”