Beg Me, Alphas!: Their Tortured Mate Is Their Salvation

"She cast a spell to steal my mate bond with the Triplet Alpha Kings, I know it!" I tell myself as I slip on the fancy gown bought for my beautiful sister by the Kings and her mask over my face. They are the only clothes that her mates, the mighty triplet Alpha Kings of Edlin, would recognize her in.

She has always been the Kingdom's beauty and charm, who would doubt that she is the fated mate of the powerful Alpha kings? Except me of course. Because I know the truth, that she cast a spell to steal the mate bond from me.

I found forbidden texts containing dark incantations, a poppet made in my image and smelly concoctions in her room days after my eighteenth birthday. After reading the texts, I knew that she had cast a spell to steal my mates, I just didn't know who they were untill our Kingdom's trusted seers stated that the mate of the triplet Alpha Kings would be my sister, Irina. Our parents didn't believe my claim that she had cast a spell to steal my mates as I am less beautiful, less graceful and even least admired.

The Alpha Kings are everything I ever dreamed of. So today I will claim them back. Because it is not the mate bond that matters, but who bears their mark.

I choose the rarest and most intoxicating of her perfumes to fake an attractive scent. None of the Alpha Kings, Parish, Alcott or Reid can have an idea of what my sister smells like. They are yet to meet her. They sent the golden mask and the lovely dress to make sure that they would recognize her in the ceremony even before smelling her scent.

Since Irina has always had a good reputation, they have no doubt that she is fit to be their Queen.

It is rumoured that their dead mother was the moon goddess herself. So you can imagine the type of queen they desire. Their powerful bloodline cannot be watered down by a less than perfect mate, someone of the wrong bloodline. A curse would befall the land if they were to mate with someone evil.

Bloodlines are everything in our Kingdom. It is how the good maintains power over evil, by keeping their bloodline pure.

My family is one of the right bloodlines. But it is also believed that if fraternal twins are born, only one is benevolent and the other one is evil.

Due to Irina's beauty and impressive grace, she was assumed to be the good twin, while I was assumed to be the opposite. I have been regarded as evil just for being the lesser beautiful. It is the reason no one doubts that Irina is the mate of the Alpha Kings.

Her marriage to the Alpha Kings will be in the magnificent halls of the great palace, and all of the Kingdom's nobles and rich men will be in attendance.

I put a tiny dose of sleeping powder in her morning tea and that of our parents. They will be asleep while I make my way to the great palace and and marry the Kings. Because finally I have learned to claim what is mine. 

A guilded royal carriage waits outside, to take my sister to the palace. I take one last glance at my reflection in the mirror and feel satisfied with my pretty appearance. I wore enough makeup to adorn my ordinary face. Irina would definitely look more stunning, but the Alpha Kings deserves better than an evil, pretentious Princess.

I make my way out of her lovely room full of all the stuff I have only dreamed of possessing one day. Every step feels like a test as Irina is well known for her grace. I put on a bright smile upon reaching the carriage.

The servants and guards of the Alpha Kings bow their heads slightly in respect. Their smiles are kind, something I have never been granted in my entire life.

"My family will be a little late for the ceremony. We must go without them as I do not intend to keep our great Kings waiting," I say.

"Indeed Mi'lady. We will be arriving at the palace in no time," one of the guards agrees, holding the carriage's door open for me.

One of the servants helps hold the flowing laces of my dress as I get into the carriage, settling on the sleek, soft cushions.

The carriage comes to a halt after a long while and one of the guards open the door for me.

My stomach churns as I rise from my seat. Are we at the palace already? I am losing control of my nerves and my hands are starting to shake.

I breathe in deep before taking the guards extended hand. The sheer opulence of the place steals my breath as soon as I step outside the carriage. The sweeping palace stands in front of us like a fallen piece of heaven. 

"Welcome, Mi'lady. The Kings must be waiting in the grand hall. Come with me," one of the guards say.

I do my best to keep my back straight as I follow the guards with measured steps towards the front entrance. My heart is pounding harder than ever. The guards step aside after guiding me into the palace and down a wide hallway that leads to an open door where cheerful voices of guests can be heard. 

I make my way in, into the wide hall full of royal and rich guests. The room falls silent as soon as my presence is noticed. Spoons fall back to plates and all eyes turn in my direction.

My belly feels like a pit of fire. But all fear and anxiety fades as soon as I catch sight of the gorgeous Kings at the far head of the room, their thrones set atop of a raised stage. They are a sight more ethereal than their imposing palace. And this is my chance to claim them as mine forever.