Trouble knocking
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2024-10-15 09:44
KING REGAN'S POV
I think I have a dumb heart. Because why else would I be thinking of our human mate! When an enchanting Princess Helen lay beside me.
Ever since Helen mentioned that our human mate ran away the night of the royal dinner, I have been on the edge with worry at the thought of her being out there alone. She was a weak human, so fragile that I could snap her neck in two with my bare hands in a fraction of a second. I can't shake the feeling that something terrible might happen to her out there.
My heart wants to really find out where the girl is and if she is safe.
"I promise I will be the perfect wife once you crown me your queen," princess Hellen whispers in a seductive voice, her hands going around my neck pulling me to kiss her.
I don't pationately return her kiss, she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. "Is everything alright, my love?" she inquires, genuine concern etched on her face.
"I was thinking... about Ella," I begin mindful not to hurt Hellen's feelings but her expression immediately shift to a mix of surprise and hurt at the mention of our mate's name.
"You sound like you are worried about her," she observes, her posture stiffening. Is my concern that obvious?
"I just believe we should have at least ensure she found a safe place to go after her sacrifice to help us break the curse," I explain and princess Hellen frowns.
"We should have compensated her for that," I add, noting the disapproval in her frown.
"A wolfless girl cannot have been destined to be your Queen. I don't mean to demean your human mate, but I think it's obvious that she was fated to just help you lift the curse." She replies confidently.
I obviously have thought of it that way before.Surely the Moon Goddess couldn’t have matched us with a pathetic human being who wasn’t able to protect even herself for no reason.There was nothing special about the girl except her beauty and the fact that she could heal us. The moon Goddess must have thought of what is best for us and guided her here at the right time.
"And it's a good thing she left," Princess Helen murmurs, pressing her half naked body against me. "Now you and your brothers are free, and I can be your beautiful, smart, and loyal wife," she declares proudly, a smile playing on her lips.
She is right. My brothers and I didn't need a weakness in our life. And certainly not a human mate.
"You are right." I answer doing my best to reason with my mind and not my heart. She sighs deeply running her hand over my chest. "We should have made Ella accept our rejection before she left, so we wouldn't be troubled by the mate bond," I add and Hellen stops, her eyes wide as she stares at me.
"Do....you still feel the mate bond with her?" She questions her entire body going stiff.
"Yes, but we have no romantic interest in anyone but you," I reply, reaching out to gently draw her closer, my hand rest reassuringly on the small of her back. She is what me and my brothers need, a pure blooded, strong she-wolf.
She shifts like she is suddenly too uncomfortable laying by my side.
I wonder what is making her tense so much. Doesn't she understand that we would never leave her for a worthless human? She was so beneath us to even consider.
PRINCESS HELLEN'S POV
"Hellen, what's wrong? You seem... troubled," King Reagan asks with genuine concern for the third time.
"Nothing, love. It's just... a surprise, that's all," I reply, my voice barely concealing the dread within me.
How can it be possible? We had left the human heavily bleeding on the brink of death. How can they still feel the mate bond with her when she is dead?
Before King Reagan can say anything else, a sudden urgent knock sounds on the door followed by Sir, William's urgent call.
Reagan immediately steps out of bed and heads for the door but it swings open before he gets there.
"Your Majesty, forgive the intrusion, but I have urgent bad news. It's about the crown," Sir William reports hastily, his expression grave.
"What about the crown?" Reagan demands impatiently.
"It's not lighting up anymore... It went off. Maybe you should come see for yourself, your brothers are already there," William says, his words stumbling over each other in his haste.
"What!" I exclaim in unison with king Reagan. Seems like today will generally be a bad day. I leap out of bed, hastily throwing on a robe while Reagan put on his shirt.
We hurry down the hallway and descend the stairs. It's still quite early and the sun has barely risen.
King Reagan engages in a hurried, hushed conversation with Sir William while I follow closely behind, a sense of worry growing within me. I followed every step that my mother wrote in that letter, why is everything falling apart all over a sudden?
As we hasten through the unroofed part of the courtyard, heading towards the building's other entrance, king Reagan abruptly comes to a halt.
"We have to be quick, Your Majesty," William urges, but a grave expression graces Reagan's features as he raises his left arm.
"What's wrong?" I inquire, moving closer to him. And then I see it, a rash spreading across his flawless skin. Dread coils in the pit of my stomach.
No! This can't be happening now! I almost scream out loud, my mind filled with disbelief. "But we lifted the curse!" I cry out.
ELLA'S POV
I may not be the prettiest or the strongest girl out there, but let me tell you something, I am also not the smartest either.
I thought I had outsmarted alpha Ethan by keeping the secret that I am no longer the mate of the triplet alpha kings from him. My strategy was simple, as long as he remains unaware, I will retain my value in his eyes until I figure a way out of his palace.
But that changed when he told me what he really wanted from me. I didn't know I was going out of the frying pan into the fire itself. He wants the "Crown of the Alpha Kings," and he believes he can obtain it through me, because I am the mate of the triplet alpha kings.
He demanded that I return to Goldcrest and retrieve the crown for him. But that's a something I can never allow to happen, as I would rather face death than set a foot in Goldcrest again. I wonder how he can be so certain that I will return or deliver the crown to him anyway. I obviously refrained from asking him that, I didn't want to give him any ideas.
After our meeting I knew I had to escape at the first chance I got and run somewhere safe before he knows the truth and turn me into a slave in his palace.
But it seemed like he could read my mind. He had June escort me to this fancy room on the third floor of his palace, filled with expensive furniture and everything I could ever need. However, the door can only be opened from outside.
Frustration builds up inside me as I nervously bite my lips, looking out the window at the ground below, which is too far to jump. I think about using the bed sheets to make a rope and escape, but with my injured hand it is impossible. I am stuck in this elegant room with no way out.
I think I have a dumb heart. Because why else would I be thinking of our human mate! When an enchanting Princess Helen lay beside me.
Ever since Helen mentioned that our human mate ran away the night of the royal dinner, I have been on the edge with worry at the thought of her being out there alone. She was a weak human, so fragile that I could snap her neck in two with my bare hands in a fraction of a second. I can't shake the feeling that something terrible might happen to her out there.
My heart wants to really find out where the girl is and if she is safe.
"I promise I will be the perfect wife once you crown me your queen," princess Hellen whispers in a seductive voice, her hands going around my neck pulling me to kiss her.
I don't pationately return her kiss, she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. "Is everything alright, my love?" she inquires, genuine concern etched on her face.
"I was thinking... about Ella," I begin mindful not to hurt Hellen's feelings but her expression immediately shift to a mix of surprise and hurt at the mention of our mate's name.
"You sound like you are worried about her," she observes, her posture stiffening. Is my concern that obvious?
"I just believe we should have at least ensure she found a safe place to go after her sacrifice to help us break the curse," I explain and princess Hellen frowns.
"We should have compensated her for that," I add, noting the disapproval in her frown.
"A wolfless girl cannot have been destined to be your Queen. I don't mean to demean your human mate, but I think it's obvious that she was fated to just help you lift the curse." She replies confidently.
I obviously have thought of it that way before.Surely the Moon Goddess couldn’t have matched us with a pathetic human being who wasn’t able to protect even herself for no reason.There was nothing special about the girl except her beauty and the fact that she could heal us. The moon Goddess must have thought of what is best for us and guided her here at the right time.
"And it's a good thing she left," Princess Helen murmurs, pressing her half naked body against me. "Now you and your brothers are free, and I can be your beautiful, smart, and loyal wife," she declares proudly, a smile playing on her lips.
She is right. My brothers and I didn't need a weakness in our life. And certainly not a human mate.
"You are right." I answer doing my best to reason with my mind and not my heart. She sighs deeply running her hand over my chest. "We should have made Ella accept our rejection before she left, so we wouldn't be troubled by the mate bond," I add and Hellen stops, her eyes wide as she stares at me.
"Do....you still feel the mate bond with her?" She questions her entire body going stiff.
"Yes, but we have no romantic interest in anyone but you," I reply, reaching out to gently draw her closer, my hand rest reassuringly on the small of her back. She is what me and my brothers need, a pure blooded, strong she-wolf.
She shifts like she is suddenly too uncomfortable laying by my side.
I wonder what is making her tense so much. Doesn't she understand that we would never leave her for a worthless human? She was so beneath us to even consider.
PRINCESS HELLEN'S POV
"Hellen, what's wrong? You seem... troubled," King Reagan asks with genuine concern for the third time.
"Nothing, love. It's just... a surprise, that's all," I reply, my voice barely concealing the dread within me.
How can it be possible? We had left the human heavily bleeding on the brink of death. How can they still feel the mate bond with her when she is dead?
Before King Reagan can say anything else, a sudden urgent knock sounds on the door followed by Sir, William's urgent call.
Reagan immediately steps out of bed and heads for the door but it swings open before he gets there.
"Your Majesty, forgive the intrusion, but I have urgent bad news. It's about the crown," Sir William reports hastily, his expression grave.
"What about the crown?" Reagan demands impatiently.
"It's not lighting up anymore... It went off. Maybe you should come see for yourself, your brothers are already there," William says, his words stumbling over each other in his haste.
"What!" I exclaim in unison with king Reagan. Seems like today will generally be a bad day. I leap out of bed, hastily throwing on a robe while Reagan put on his shirt.
We hurry down the hallway and descend the stairs. It's still quite early and the sun has barely risen.
King Reagan engages in a hurried, hushed conversation with Sir William while I follow closely behind, a sense of worry growing within me. I followed every step that my mother wrote in that letter, why is everything falling apart all over a sudden?
As we hasten through the unroofed part of the courtyard, heading towards the building's other entrance, king Reagan abruptly comes to a halt.
"We have to be quick, Your Majesty," William urges, but a grave expression graces Reagan's features as he raises his left arm.
"What's wrong?" I inquire, moving closer to him. And then I see it, a rash spreading across his flawless skin. Dread coils in the pit of my stomach.
No! This can't be happening now! I almost scream out loud, my mind filled with disbelief. "But we lifted the curse!" I cry out.
ELLA'S POV
I may not be the prettiest or the strongest girl out there, but let me tell you something, I am also not the smartest either.
I thought I had outsmarted alpha Ethan by keeping the secret that I am no longer the mate of the triplet alpha kings from him. My strategy was simple, as long as he remains unaware, I will retain my value in his eyes until I figure a way out of his palace.
But that changed when he told me what he really wanted from me. I didn't know I was going out of the frying pan into the fire itself. He wants the "Crown of the Alpha Kings," and he believes he can obtain it through me, because I am the mate of the triplet alpha kings.
He demanded that I return to Goldcrest and retrieve the crown for him. But that's a something I can never allow to happen, as I would rather face death than set a foot in Goldcrest again. I wonder how he can be so certain that I will return or deliver the crown to him anyway. I obviously refrained from asking him that, I didn't want to give him any ideas.
After our meeting I knew I had to escape at the first chance I got and run somewhere safe before he knows the truth and turn me into a slave in his palace.
But it seemed like he could read my mind. He had June escort me to this fancy room on the third floor of his palace, filled with expensive furniture and everything I could ever need. However, the door can only be opened from outside.
Frustration builds up inside me as I nervously bite my lips, looking out the window at the ground below, which is too far to jump. I think about using the bed sheets to make a rope and escape, but with my injured hand it is impossible. I am stuck in this elegant room with no way out.
