Wearing My Sister's Face

Agila's POV

"Welcome, Mi'lady," one of the palace guards says, bowing respectfully in front of me. "We have all been waiting for you."

My belly feels like a pit of fire as I notice the opulent carriages of the royal guests who have attended the wedding. I am not my sister, the bride of the triplet Alpha Kings. I stole her fancy gown and mask,

the only clothes that her mates, the mighty triplet Alpha Kings of Edlin, would recognize her in.

I impersonated her to steal the mark of the Alpha Kings before they can mark her. 

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 knew the truth, that she cast a spell to steal the mate bond from me.

I found forbidden texts containing dark incantations and a poppet made in my image 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 announced 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. So I planned to claim  my mates back. Because it is not the mate bond that matters, but who bears their mark.

I put a dose of sleeping powder in my sister's morning tea and that of our parents so that they would be asleep while I made my way here in her dress and mask. 

I chose 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 looks or 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.

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.

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.

 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 back.