HELLEN'S POV
"Your Highness! Your Highness, please wake up!" I slowly regain consciousness, As a frantic concerned voice calls out to me. My head is pounding, and my body aches as I struggle to open my eyes.
Through the haze, I recognize the voice as one belonging to my servant, Asher.

"What happened?" I manage to croak out, roughly coughing out blood my mind still foggy.
"Your Highness, Julia... she betrayed us," Asher explains, her voice filled with a mix of anger and concern.
The mention of that name alone is enough to remind my memory of what happened and fill me with seething rage.
"Where is that traitorous wretch?" I demand furiously, my anger boiling over. That fool has ruined everything for me.
"I swear, I'll make her regret ever crossing me."
Asher's voice trembles as she speaks.

"I've heard that she has fled," she says. "Your Highness, you're hurt! We need to call a doctor immediately!"
I struggle to sit up. "No, no... I'm fine. It's nothing." I have a strong wolf and the deep bruises might take time to heal but they'll eventually heal.
"Nothing?! Look at yourself, Your Highness! Your face, your arm, your chest... you're covered in bruises! And the blood... oh god, the blood!" Asher exclaims as more blood gushes from my nose when I lean forward trying to get up.
She wraps her arms around me and helps me to my feet, supporting me as I limp over to the bed. On the way I catch my image on the mirror and my eyes widen in horror as I see my bruised and battered reflection staring back at me.

Oh god... I look so ugly.
Tears stream down my face and I feel like I'll collapses to the floor.
"Your Highness, please... let me call for help. Let me get the palace doctor."
"No, Asher... I can't let anyone see me like this." I snap . I am so angry and hurt that controlling the sharpness of my voice has become a problem. Asher is the only loyal servant I have left and I don't want to scare her off.
"Everyone knows what we did." I say in a calmer voice. "I have to hide in here, wait until everyone forgets about it."
I painfully take a seat on the bed.
"The kings will bring the human back here, She's still alive." Asher informs looking at me.
Yeah, I heard the pathetic thing didn't die and has been found right before king Kian slammed my head against the wall and I passed out.
But the worst thing is not them bringing her back here but the fact that she is now being considered suitable for the Queen's crown. Mate bonds are absolute crap!
Asher gets a wet clothe from the bathroom and comes to kneel before me.
"Your Highness, perhaps it's time to consider returning to your father's pack. It won't be safe for any of us once Ella is back," She suggests, gently wiping the blood from my face with the cloth.
"I'm not going anywhere. I am not scared of a lowlife wolfless human." I declare firmly and Asher's eyes widen with a little anger at my decision and her hand with the bloody clothe falls back to her side as she glances up at me.
"Do you really still think they gonna leave the human for you when they now know she can wear that crown?" She questions her voice tinged with frustration.
"Shut up! Yes!" I retort. "They might like her now but not long. She's a wolfless nobody."
"She may be a wolfless nobody but she is the nobody that the alpha kings want, and need right now. And no man who loves you would hurt you like this," she points out, gesturing to my bruised face.
"You don't understand, Asher. They were angry because I lied to them. Mate bonds are like a supernatural pull towards each other that is hard to resist even when your mate is a pathetic human. That's why they overreacted when they were told I hurt her.It's not their fault. If they really loved her and we're angry about me hurting her, they would have killed me. Instead they left me with bruises they know can heal " I explain.
Asher snorts derisively. "They left you alive only because they were eager to rush find her."
"That's not true! They're desperate to be healed and to retain the crown," I retort. "They were mostly punishing me for the lies I fed them. And I don't regret a single one. Those lies secured me a luxurious chamber in this grand palace. Those lies could have earned me a marriage, to the most gorgeous and powerful kings if only their stupid human mate is not so determined to live."
I remain confident, though. The human may have been beautiful before I tried to kill her, but she is now covered in cuts and bruises.
 
For someone that doesn't have a wolf, it will take months or years for the scars to disappear. No one would be attracted to her in her current state, not even the kings. That's why I am confident they will still reject her again.
"They love me! and it's me they will make their queen." I insist and Asher sighs.
"No, they won't, my lady. They are never going love you." She insists loudly making me more angrier.
"They will. Why is that so damn hard for you to believe that." I scream back. "They are after their human mate for the crown only.
"It will always be me! Not the human, not any other woman, not another princess... me!"
"Hellen, please, let us just leave. This could end in disaster for you, for all of us. Look at yourself," Asher pleads, her eyes still filled with worry. "They will just continue using you along with her."
Seems like this blunt idiot doest understand a thing I am pointing out.
"Well, then I gonna enjoy the ride on the way." I declare as I slowly rise from the bed. I am beautiful. I am a princess. I always will be the best choice they will ever have.
Offcourse after today's confrontation, I am hurt and don't feel so madly in love with them anymore as I was before. How could they snap and beat me so harshly and expect me to keep loving them so much? Not to mention they humiliated me in front of even the lowest servants.
I was willing to do anything to get them to love me back. I showed them love but they have returned it with hate! It's not my fault that I now love them a little less.
But they are the only men I have ever loved, still love and can marry and live the most beautiful wealthy life without retuning to my father's little pathetic pack palace. And that's the thing I cannot give up fighting for.
ELLA'S POV
I hear noises and the sound of the wooden stairs outside click under weight.
"Are you sure we are at the right place? this looks like a peasants home?"
"I can smell her scent."
I remember those rough authoritative voices well from the night of that awful dinner and before. It is them, outside the door.
"Ella!"
I feel my heart leap in response to their voices. I furrow my brow at that reaction. Seems like my heart and brain have two different plans.
My heart knocks wildly in my chest, and with a trembling hands I stand staring at the door, taking slow breath after slow breath. William left earlier as we thought it's best and safe they don't get to know that we know each other. So I'll be alone here with them.
After what happened during that royal dinner, there is nothing I dread more than the idea of seeing their hypocritical faces again. If it were not for alpha Ethan demands I wouldn't have ever come back here.
There is a lound click, and then the knob turns roughly, the door opens and there they are.
The air almost seems to visibly thicken immediately as they step inside scanning the cheap room, before their eyes falls back on me.
I can clearly still tell them apart. King Kian is the one who is not here.
I expected their eyes to be glowing with disgust, but they both wear concerned expressions.
A moment pass as we just stare at each other awkwardly.
They are in leather armors and boots with swords hanging from their waists.
They are gorgeous, maybe even more gorgeous than the last time I saw them. No wonder Hellen was willing to end my life to have them. I wonder what she was protecting when they were already hers, and there is no way I could have gotten anywhere close to any of them if it were not for the mate bond and my ability to heal them. I would have been too intimidated to even think about it and I am pretty sure that there is no way any of them would have bothered to look at me twice. But whether they loved me or not, they had no right to lie or use me as they did. That was so wrong and mean on so many levels.
King Aleric is the first to move forward, stepping closer towards me, with his brother following behind.
l take a few steps back shaking my head. They both halt, looking disappointed. William did warn me that they'd want to get close to me for the healing. And they have no damn right to look hurt after what they did to me.
"Ella,” King Reagan says, in a guarded tone as he walks past his brother, he inches himself toward me, taking each step carefully, as thought he thinks walking too fast will spike me. "We just need to know you are alright." His voice has a fake note of concern. I step further back. Good thing the room is big enough for us to play this game all day.
"I'm fine, If that what you call this,"I snort, pointing at the healing bruises on the upper part of my neck. I bet I look so ugly right now, but should I really care when they didn't want me even when I had no scars? The only reason they are pretending to be nice and concerned is because they need me for now.
"We are not going to hurt you. I promise," Reagan's voice is as soft as a feather as he continues to step toward me, his bright grey eyes locked on me, just like that night of the royal dinner when he said to my face that he and his brothers were just playing with my feelings.
”You promise!” I scoff, anger raging through me like a boiling kettle of water. “Your promises are worth nothing, your majesty."
"Ella, we are sorry, we know it still hurts but you really look pale and injured." Aleric mutters in soft tone that makes it sound like he is pleading. But I know better by now. "Let's get you back to the palace, then we can talk while you're comfortable and well taken care of." he adds and the hurt I had in me is immediately replaced with range.
Where I am comfortable? Being a powerful, heartless bastard, I am sure he has never experienced any kind of emotional or physical pain. If my right hand wasn't in a sling, I swear would punch his teeth out!
"You know nothing about hurting, if you did, you wouldn't have done what you did!" I snarl.
A wave of shame sweeps over both of their faces, and they look at me as if I have crashed their hearts. It's a clear sign that they know they messed up. Not only do they know but they are uncomfortable with the fact that they did.
Offcourse I know that following them back into their palace is my only chance at stealing the crown, but I needed to call them out here, to show them that them tables had turned, and I was the one in control. I had learned from their manipulative ways, how they manipulated me into falling for them until I was willing to grant their every desire. Now, knowing they feel nothing for me, I will use their dependency on me against them.
Reagan takes a deep breathe and closes the space he had left between us and his eyebrows dip down as he stops just short of me. "Look, we are sorry.... okay. What can we do to make it up to you?"
"I heal you and you stay the hell away from me." I say just to test how desperate they are.
"That is not going to happen. You can ask for anything else you may wish, but by no means we are going to leave you out here to get hurt again!" He whispers in a rough voice.
"In case you have forgotten, you are the one that hurt me! The one who used me! Leave me the fuck alone!" I scream at him, he doesn't move.
He purses his lips in frustration. "Don't make us force you!" He mutters, threateningly.
I must have heard him wrong. Force?! After all they had done, he has guts to threaten me.
"Excuse me! What did you say?!"
"You heard what my brother said. You can willingly come with us, you will have all you want, or you can refuse and we will take you with us anyway!" Aleric says, his voice full of determination as he strides towards us.
"Fine, I'll come with you." I respond and they both share baffled looks. "But what about your lover, princess Hellen? Won't she mind seeing me in your palace."
Aleric's face contorts in disgust at her mention. Aren't they content with the woman they so proudly chose over me?
"Hellen will no longer be a concern for you. We will order her execution for what she did to you once we return," Reagan states, causing my eyes to widen. They know that Hellen tried to kill me! I doubt so but I am glad I didn't agree to go along with William's plan.
I don't believe a word they are saying either, princess Hellen was their werewolf angel, they loved her so much that our mate bond seemed to have zero effect on them. They would never hurt or order her execution. And definitely not because of me,the woman they have always found unattractive and repulsive. I choose not to question them about it.
"Good... and what about you?" I inquire.
"What about us?" Reagan responds.
"You too deserve to be punished, for treating me the way you did!"