BRAVING THE DARKNESS: One Night With The Demon King
BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon Book 2
Chapter 58 Epilogue Part l. Five years after (LUCIUS)
Patrea was sitting on the low boulder while watching Luther, and I do our training for today. Lucija and Stone would take Luther here in the underworld from time to time so we could spend time with him and let him familiarize himself with the demons.
For the longest time, they were taking
Luther here and would sometimes leave him with us for a few hours just because they wanted to have time alone.
But I knew there was more to it than that. They wanted us to experience having a child.
After five years, Patrea and I were still not given any. I was slowly coming to terms with it, but that didn’t mean I was losing hope. I never stopped wishing for a child every time I f*uc*ked my queen, but I had stopped telling her I was doing it.
Patrea and I never talked about it anymore. I could still feel sadness in her from time to time, but it didn’t make me feel less loved by her, and I was returning the love she was giving me tenfold more.
We would always be great kings and queens, even without an heir.
Most of my offspring had shown interest in the kingdom and had stepped up to show their skills and powers, but I knew at this point that there was only one heir to my throne.
Luther.
At this age, he was not scared of my demons appearing in their demon form in front of him. Instead, he would show them who was more powerful.
He had Stone’s arrogant demeanor, but I couldn’t help but be proud of his stance. Luther knew his worth and what he was capable of doing. And every day, he would show that to every wolf his age and to the demons in my tower.
I winked at my queen after I vanished three gullaps that Luther was staring at. Those creatures were taking his attention from our training.
Patrea just shook her head and chuckled softly because it made Luther grunt and hiss in annoyance.
But I was done with him playing around. I want his attention now.
“Ready?” I asked, flashing a smug smirk to challenge him to do better than the last.
Luther might only be five years old, but he was doing well in all the activities I gave him. And this holds even for the ones that Stone was already training in their territory.
Luther creased his forehead, which reminded me of Stone’s annoying face before his lips tugged into a mischievous smile. This time, the smile reminded me of Lucija. He indeed got his features from both sides.
His eyes blazed red, and soon he was running at full speed before ascending into the air and continuing springing forward in my direction. After that, he was gliding in the air, moving up further.
It made my chest puff up with pride. My nephew just kept getting better and better at controlling his reflexes.
And then he began plunging downward.
I heard gasps, and I knew they came from Patrea and Lucija, who were standing beside Stone on the other side, watching us. I moved swiftly and caught Luther by his ankle, dangling him upside down before his little body could crash on the ground.
Luther giggled loudly as he threw punches a t me, but his little arms could not reach my body at all.
I flipped him around, and he asked me to do it again, but I refused.
As I expected, the giggles turned into grunts of annoyance.
He enveloped his body with fire and began throwing small fireballs my way, and I just let him have his way with me.
“That’s enough…” Patrea stated as she clapped her hands twice, taking Luther’s attention away from me.
The grumpy little demon stopped firing at m e and wriggled his body from my grip, so I set him on his feet.
He growled at me, making me chuckle, before he stuck out his tongue and ran toward Patrea since he didn’t see Lucija or Stone.
The two probably wandered off somewhere.
But, just like me and Patrea, these two still couldn’t get their hands off each other.
I followed Luther and watched as he stopped in front of Patrea. His eyes widened, and a broad smile tugged at his mouth.
“Gullaps!” He exclaimed.
Those were his favorite things. And right now, there were five gullaps around Patrea, and one of them was petted by my queen.
The gullaps were wild creatures, but they were bowing down to her for some reason. They could probably feel her power, or she used spells on them.
Either way, it makes Patrea Luther’s favorite demon, as she could bring him many gullaps.
Soon, Luther was already crouching on the ground as Patrea taught him how to pet gullaps. Again.
Luther would always start well until he got tired of being gentle and began tapping them harshly or flicking their red eyes.
I moved and sat behind Patrea, opening my legs wider so I could inch closer to her and cage her body between my thighs.
She rested her back against mine while I moved her hair from one shoulder before letting my lips caress her skin to the area where my mark stood proud.
Last night, I bit her again while we f*uc*ked each other. I just couldn’t remember at which part because, with our demon stamina, one round of f*uc*k was no longer enough for us.
It had been five years since Patrea was crowned Queen of Kalmerus and Athwart. Five years have passed since I took her to the underworld and five years since I vowed not to leave her side.
It had been five years, but it felt like it was not long ago when I succeeded in making her fall in love with me.
I guess what humans say about time moving too fast when you’re having fun is true.
And I was not complaining. I knew I had more centuries with Patrea and a promise of eternity with her. So, I was not afraid of us losing time.
Luther’s laughter snapped me from my thoughts, and I pulled my lips away from Patrea’s neck.
I smiled at the thoughtful and careful way our nephew passed the gullaps to Patrea, who placed them on her lap to pet them.
Luther and Patrea were discussing what the gullaps were eating and how big they could get when Luther’s body stiffened, and he stood up, backing a step away with his eyes widening as he stared at Patrea.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Are you okay?” Patrea reached for his arm, rubbing it gently.
“Mama…” Luther said before his gaze went to Patrea’s stomach, and everything made sense.
It finally hit me that the powerful aura I sensed was not coming from Luther.
Instead, it was coming from the body I was holding.
My eyes watered as my hand flew to my mouth, disbelieving and overwhelmed by my emotions.
“Yes, Luther?” Patrea asked in a soft voice.
“Do you have a gullaps inside your dress, Mama?” He asked innocently.
“In my dress?” Patrea feigned a shocked expression. Maybe she thought it was one of those games he would play with her.
“Your dress moved,” Luther added.
I couldn’t stop my emotions anymore. My hands wrapped around her from behind as I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair.
“Lucius?” Patrea’s voice sounded worried. “Are you okay?”
“You’re pregnant.” My voice broke as my shoulders shook while I stifled my sobs. I didn’t know that when it finally happened, it would bring me to tears.
“There, Mama! Moving!” Luther shouted again.
I titled my head and peered at Patrea’s side. Luther was pointing at her stomach, and Patrea’s mouth was open while her hands touched her stomach.
“It’s moving…” She repeated it in a soft voice before tears raced down her cheeks. “Are we really pregnant?”
“Mama, don’t cry.” Luther stepped forward and wrapped his tiny arms around her.
My arms extended, putting Luther and Patrea into my arms as I cradled them. “Yes, we are, my love. We are.”
“Oh, spirits!” she exclaimed as her whole body wracked from her sobs. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Guinevere. Thank you, Hades!”
She then tilted her head to the side, and our lips met. We kissed while hugging Luther before she withdrew from my mouth. “Thank you, Lucius.”
I was about to thank her back when Luther beat me into it.
“Mama Patrea, you should thank Luther too.” He exclaimed. I was sure he had no idea what was happening, but he was right. We needed to thank him as well.
“Yes, of course,” Patrea said as she peppered his face with kisses. “Thank you, Luther. Thank you so much!”
I listened as my nephew giggled from all the kisses he got while I rested my forehead on the back of Patrea’s head as murmured, “I love you, Patrea. Thank you.”