PRINCESS HELLEN'S POV
"Did you know that the human is the mate of our handsome Alpha Kings?" I hiss to my two favorite maids my voice dripping with envy and disgust. How could the moon goddess pair something so lowly and awful to the powerful, beautiful alpha kings?
Asher and Julia exchange skeptical glances, disbelief written on their faces. "That cannot be true, Princess. Ella is nothing but a mere human, unworthy of being mated to any living man," Asher protests, her voice filled with doubt.

"King Kian himself confirmed it to me. But they all rejected her and chose me instead. There is nothing the human possesses that any of the alpha kings desires," I sneer.
"But what if the King know that Ella is the one that can lift their curse?" Julia asks her voice trembling with fear.
My expression darkens at that thought. "As soon as my mother sends me the right instructions on how to lift the curse we will rid ourselves of the human once and for all," I declare. I don't know what is taking my mother so long to reply to the letter I sent her. It has been two whole days. The more she delays the longer I'll have to torelate the human around.
Just then, the human enters my bedroom without knocking. She is carrying a tray of delicacies in one hand and a sealed letter in the other.
"The kings have sent you a special lunch, my lady," she announces. My heart skips a beat in panic, fearing that she has overheard our conversation.
"Do you not know how to knock, human?" In a fit of rage, I lash out at her and reaching out I smack her across the face with the plate of food.

Tears well up in her eyes as she wordlessly hands me the letter before fleeing from the room.
I eagerly tear open the letter realizing it's from my mother. Finally I can now get rid of her awful face.
But as I read what is written on the letter panic and shock begins to rise within me. I sink onto the edge of my bed, rereading the words to ensure I am not daydreaming.
"Your Highness," Asher calls out in concern and I pass her the letter, needing someone else to confirm what I have just read. Julia leans in to read loudly over Asher's shoulder.

"My dearest daughter, I am delighted to learn that you have found the descendant from the dead peasant's lineage. You may now proceed with lifting the curse of the alpha kings. However, I must caution you that the blood of  the descendant must be offered freely and willingly, as gesture of goodwill and forgiveness. Furthermore, know that to fully dispel the curse the crown of the king of all alpha kings must be worn by the rightful heir, the descendant of the rogue peasant. I send you my best wishes, my daughter. Impress the kings and bring home the grand reward."
"Ella is the heir to the crown of the king of all alpha kings!" Asher exclaims in horror.
"She would never willingly give a drop of her blood to you," Julia adds, her eyes wide with astonishment.
I feel a surge of anger rise within me, causing me to get up and pace around the room, the thought of begging the human for her blood making me feel sick in my stomach.
"I must speak to the alpha kings about this," I declare, causing both Asher and Julia to stare at me in disbelief.
"What! You can't possibly tell them that she's the one who can lift their curse, your highness," Julia protests.
"The alpha kings already despise her, and they would never accept a human as their ruler. Remember what they did to her lowly peasant father?" I state firmly with conviction.
After a moment of contemplation, Asher and Julia both nod in agreement. "You are right. They would never let a mere human wear the powerful crown of king of alpha kings," Asher says.
KING ALERIC'S POV
"Are you absolutely certain about what you are telling us?" I demand from princess Hellen, my voice filled with disbelief.
"I was wrong," she murmurs, her voice quivering slightly. "Ella, your human mate, does not possess the magical prowess to pass my spell power to heal you. She is from the bloodline of the rogue peasant that your generals slaughtered. Only her blood can lift the curse."
"That's impossible," Kian declares, "there can't possibly be any surviving descendants of those rogues."
I nod in agreement.
Princess Hellen, however, stands her ground. "You are mistaken, your majesty. The human is from the rouge's lineage," she insists firmly.
"It may be true. Our human mate could indeed be a descendant of the rogues." Regan interjects. "Remember what the old priest said. Only a descendant of the rogues can break the curse or heal us. Of which our human mate is healing us." He adds and silence envelopes the room.
Her mere touch was enough to take away the rashes on our skins. One can only imagine what her blood can do.
"If she truly is a descendant of those rouges, we could simply extract her blood forcibly," Kian suggests.
He is always the kind that doesn't dwell much on problems before coming up with the most obvious of solutions.
Princess Hellen immediately shakes her head in disagreement. "Your Majesty, for the ritual to succeed and the curse to be broken, her blood must be given willingly and without coercion," she explains and I sigh in defeat.
"Given how we rudely rejected her, she would never offer her blood willingly to us," I point out, realizing the difficult situation we are in.
Kian looks thoughtful, considering our options carefully. "Perhaps we can offer her something in return for her blood. Something that she values deeply."
"What exactly do you have in mind?" I question.
"We can pretend to regret our decision to reject her. We flirt with her to convince her that we like her until she gives us her blood. It shouldn't be too difficult to deceive her naive human mind," Regan proposes.
"No, we are not doing that." Kian firmly declines immediately in a voice full of disgust. He detests our human mate the most. "I am willing to do anything else other than flirting with that lowly being."
Princess Hellen too doesn't seem thrilled by Regan's suggestion as she openly scows.
But Regan is right, none of us has the desire to get close to that stinky thing but I have no doubt she would willingly give her blood if she thought any of us is in love with her lowly self.
"I agree, that seems to be the best option. If it fails, we can then present her with another offer," I suggest, and Kian lets out a groan. "We must however strategize well so she doesn't know we are deceiving her."
ELLA'S POV
I am dusting my mistress room when a sudden loud knock on the door startles me. I drop my duster and walks over to the door and open it. A palace servant stands on the other side, holding a large bunch of white roses, she smiles warmly.
"Are you miss Ella Huntington?"
"Yes, that's me." I say confused. The last time someone asked if I am Ella, I was being summoned to the alpha kings throne room to get rejected cruely.
"A gift from the alpha kings," the servant informs handing the beautiful bouquet to me.
I take the flowers and force a smile. "Thank you. I will ensure her highness receives the kings' generous gesture," I say, assuming the beautiful gift is meant for my mistress.
The servant shakes her head. "No...the flowers are for you," she gently corrects me.
Stunned, I nearly drop the precious bouquet, my eyes widening in disbelief.
"What do you mean by the flowers are for me?" I stammer. The alpha kings would never send me a gift, of course.
"The note is addressed to Ella Huntington," the maid explains softly.
There is a note? I turn the banquet until my eyes locate a delicate note pinned to one of the petals bearing my name. I have never received or even imagined receiving such a gift ever, especially not from my mates who are always so eager to show how they despise me.
The servant smiles politely before leaving and I am left standing there frozen, staring at the beautiful roses in my hands.
With a racing heart, I retreat back inside and withdraw the note, my fingers trembling as they unfolded the paper.
Dear mate,
Join us for dinner tonight. We need to talk.
That's all that is written on the note. Did they not strictly order me to never reveal that I am their mate to anyone. Yet here they have boldly written it on a piece of paper that could have easily been read by anyone.
I suddenly spot princess Hellen, Asher and Julia through the window approaching. My fellow servants had accompanied the princess on her leisurely walk before her afternoon meal.
I quickly dart into our servants' room and carefully hide the bouquet of flowers beneath my bed. The mere thought of Princess Hellen seeing them and asking me about where they came from sends a shiver down my spine.
Ever since she found out I am the alpha kings mate, her behavior towards me has grown increasingly hostile. Just this morning, she had callously smacked my face with a tray of food simply because I had forgotten to knock before entering her chambers.