My Mate is The Demon King

I was abandoned at a young age to fend for myself. I was found by Alpha Wyatt, the mateless and heirless Alpha of the Crimson Shadow pack. For years, I have been left to loiter around on the streets, eating from the garbage and sleeping under bridges. Every day was a fight for my life. Every day, I had to see people getting ruthlessly murdered while I hid away in the small and dark corners of the alley, holding my breath hoping they won’t be able to find me or hear me take a breath. I had no idea who I was or what I can be capable of doing, but by Alpha Wyatt’s adoption, I was able to discover that myself, and if I had known earlier I wouldn’t have gone through all that by myself. I clearly remembered wanting to just be a kid, and wanting someone to help me take care of myself. I was clueless and was just letting the wind take me where it wants to take me. That was no way to live at such a young age. Alpha Wyatt had discovered that I was left alone when I was only three, but he never did know who my parents were, and I have been loitering the streets for 5 years. He was kind enough to shelter me, clothe me, and feed me. It wasn’t easy. I had been a pretty headstrong kid, and his kindness was returned with repulsion. I thought he was going to kill me, and on any day now he would simply throw me back out on the streets. That never happened. It took us 3 years to fully get accustomed to each other’s presence, and when I had already been trusting of him, I was trained to become the next Alpha. I was taught of their world, and how an Alpha normally functions. During the first year of those lessons, I couldn’t believe my ears that such creatures existed. Who was I to judge when my powers started coming out at around that age as well? Isn’t it such a nice surprise to find out you’re a supernatural entity at the age of 12? In my case, I was a demon. Imagine the surprise of the Alpha when he had a bunch of people come in to come look at me. I thought he was going to have a heart attack when they broke the news. “Are you absolutely sure he is?” he had asked. “Yes, Alpha, all signs point to him being one.” One of his advisors had said. “Do you think you made a mistake appointing him as your heir? You are not just an ordinary Alpha.” his Beta had said. “Yes, Astrid, I am very well aware that I am the King. He will be trained well to be the next ruler of this kingdom. Wouldn’t it be more dangerous to leave him wandering about on the streets? The reign of his kind is not something we should joke about.” he insisted. “Wyatt, isn’t it a better option that we return him to the underworld where he belongs? We don’t even know which demon he belongs to!” she said exasperated. “He was abandoned, Astrid! Left on the streets to keep himself alive.” he argued. “Shouldn’t we at least find out about that?” she argued back. It was a very intense conversation between two siblings who wanted the last hand. I was hidden in the shadows that they haven’t noticed me eavesdropping on their conversation. Eventually, they did find out whose descendant I was and why I was abandoned here. I was a descendant of Satan himself. There had been a war waging out between heaven and hell that my father decided it would have been best for me to be safe where I was away from war and all that bloodshed. Lucky enough for me, my parents were killed in the war and those angels had thought that the Dark Lord hadn’t procreated. When I turned 18, Wyatt had asked me to step up to become Alpha. He and everyone else thought that I was ready. I clearly was, but something definitely felt off about the whole thing. Obviously, my gut feeling was right and Wyatt had passed away due to silver and wolfsbane poisoning. I just fail to see why they would keep something like this from me, given that I was their Alpha already. Once Wyatt had passed away, the people immediately felt my rage and anguish. Given that I am a demon, I had multiple lines of powers and one of them was the weather. I can control what the weather was going to be like and the weather can also be affected by my emotions. They make being an Alpha, a King no less, look so easy. It was hard work. I, on the other hand, made it easy for me and for everybody else. There was a set of rules I expected to be followed, and people who broke the rules should know what was coming for them. I was a fair King to them. My rules were simple and easy, and once those sets of rules were broken… I would exchange their blasphemous ways for their lives. Loyalty was rewarded. It was a pat on the shoulder. I had already shown them enough mercy as it is. I made a name for myself. It was not about how it was already offered to me the day Wyatt saw me that day. It was better. A better name that the sound of it would send shivers down any person’s spine. A name that anyone would know. A name that people would grow to respect. A name that would get anybody down to their knees and pray for a God, only I am their God. A name people would never disrespect and spit on, but most importantly… it would be a name that even a mere child would fear. King Lucian Devi Grimrose.