Ira's PovI watch through the window for several hours as thousands of guests arrive into the palace grounds, all dressed in their finest attires and bearing gifts for the angel kings. The celebration will be extraordinary indeed. But only Royals from other kingdoms, close allies of the angel kings and their extremely wealthy friends will be allowed into the banquet hall where the most scrumptious foods will served and the most impressive performances made.I wonder if I am on the list of today's entertainers. I never got summoned by the angel kings to surrender our mate bond to the stunning Princess. She might have felt disgusted by the thought of getting a mate bond from a human with no royal blood. So I am unsure if the angel kings will still let me perform when they are not gaining in return. My face is no longer in pain so I am assuming that the swelling is gone too. I am a human so even swells take longer to heal. I must still be looking ugly.Another hour passes before the roo
Ira's POVThe dragons are wreaking havoc throughout the palace and not even the powers of the angel Kings seem capable of stopping them. Angel Tiras can create bolts of lightening like the skies does. Yet such a great power seems ineffective against the formidable skins of the dragons. Angel Ronen can create massive flames of fire like burning fuel, but it's useless against the dragons whose skins do not burn. Angel Adon has the power to create perfect illusions that seem to confuse the dragons. But the gigantic creatures are flying fast, making it impossible for him to fool them all. "Please help us!" A pair of female servants beg Princess Andria in fear. "I am sorry there is . . . nothing I can do against too many of-" she stammers in a terrified voice then runs for her life in her heels as one of the dragons dive down towards us. The assistant of the angel kings rushes forward with his sword to protect us, like the brave fool can fight a dragon. I do not like him, but he is t
Angel Tiras's PovPrincess Andria is a living miracle. It is a great luck that she is interested in marrying us without her own conditions. She could ask for half of our wealth and we would still find her worthy. Her exceptional gift will not just protect our kingdom against the rogue dragons, it also granta us power over them, such that we can turn them into our puppets, our own army, and people will marvel at our great might.We are the most powerful rulers in all lands. It puzzles me why the princess was not mated to us. Instead we got a disrespectful human. "You do not have to return to your father's kingdom. We shall send the tribute to your father tomorrow so that he knows we are marrying you," Ronen says."I wouldn't mind living a century in your palace. It's beyond opulent. My father won't mind either as long as he gets his tribute. I will write to him tonight to explain everything," she replies. Adon pulls her closer and kisses her smooth cheek. She gives him the most attra
Ira's PovI lay down on the bed to finally get a rest from this unpleasant day only for the door to burst open again, with unnecessary force this time. A group of furious soldiers rush in and I sit up. "There it is! Drag it out!" the one on the lead orders while pointing a finger at me. What did I do? Say no to Princess Andria's demands? They were incredibly foolish. But I bet she didn't tell the angel kings the truth of what she had demanded."I can walk by myse-" I am cut off by a heavy punch from one of the soldiers that lands on left side of my face. "You envious sack of human meat! You thought you could try to kill our Princess and just lay here?" the soldier roars, reaching for my throat with his wolf claws that have emerged from the tips of his fingers."Don't kill her yet! The angel kings wants her beheaded at the City Square," their leader yells, stopping the enraged soldier from ripping my throat apart. I would rather die here than in front of a crowd. Sounds like whatev
Ira's PovDid I survive the beating? I think I can feel my heart beating which wouldn't happen if I were dead. I also can hear voices. "It's a weak creature, the wounds will definitely take time to heal," I hear an unfamiliar female voice say. "Why would you surrender your earnings to save an envious human anyway?" "She is not an ordinary human," the familiar voice of the assistant of the angel kings answers and the person scoffs.He is the only reason I am alive. He literally demanded to have his life taken in place of mine. Perhaps if I keep my eyes closed long enough, I might find out the dumb reason why he saved me. "You could have asked the angel kings for help in saving our pack from Vandor's slavery. They would have lend you half of their army as a reward for your loyalty and impeccable service. But you chose to save this thing instead," the female voice berates. I would be disappointed in his choices as well if I were in her. Who would have thought that the respected assi
Angel Tiras's PovAdon sits in front of a mirror as three servants straighten his long hair, adding oils that make it shiner as it falls on his shoulders. He has an obsession with beauty and it can be annoying at times. Especially when he gets a group of servants to style his hair and several more to prepare his herbal bath while their more vital tasks wait."Did you really have to change your hairstyle for the fourth time this week?" I question.I notice a smirk on his reflection as he gazes into the mirror. "It puzzles me how you of all people is yet to notice that beauty can be a key to garnering loyalty. You only believe in wisdom while Ronen trusts in his charm. But you both forget that none of those attributes are written on your foreheads. Strangers see faces first, so I have to look good for us all. I do not expect your thanks," he answers. I am not surprised by his lame defence. Beauty may dazzle strangers, but only those that know your character can grant you genuine loya
Angel Ronan's PovPrincess Andria sits stiffly between me and Tiras and barely appears interested in the delicious foods in front of her. She has worn her makeup. But I can trace lines of what looks like scars underneath her layers of makeup. She wears it like a pretty mask, so thick that it is extremely hard even for our eyes to guess what her real face looks like.I hope she can keep it hidden forever, because that we can love her honestly and not just because of her gift. "You can relax. We loved you not just because of your beauty but your kindness and talent as well. You're still a thousand times more worthy of our love than our mate was," Tiras comforts and she lets out a deep sigh of relief. Her graceful smile returns to her face. "I am glad you're so wise, your majesties. I have always desired a mate who would love me for more than just my beauty. I promise to be the best queen if you marry me," she says in a humble tone."We sent your father the tribute. Of course we will m
Angel Tiras's PovWe watch from from one of the palace's high balconies as our future queen feeds a group of human beggars outside of our palace gates with breads she baked herself. Strangers halt to watch her and her servants with administration. She is succeeding in becoming a reputable queen even before our marriage. "She is even more virtuous than our dead mother. Her inner beauty is a treasure more precious than gold," Ronen says proudly.Adon doesn't look as impressed as he faces away. Surely her face cannot be as bad as he claimed it is. I am honestly skeptical of her behavior as it appears too good to be true. What other royals spend hours baking with their own hands just to feed beggars? She may be kind, but they s act was meant for our eyes. I must however keep my doubts to myself as I do not wish to make my brothers regard her with less admiration than they already do.I notice Lior walking towards the front entrance of the palace from the training grounds. It's strange t
Ira's PovI would not want them to hang Lior because I refused to go back with them. He saved my life once. Even offered to be executed in my place. I understand that he was certain that his refined masters would want to keep their loyal assistant so they would spare him. But now they would love to kill him. And I am sure they will do it anyway, regardless of what I choose. I cannot understand how they can just call him a traitor. Because he knew better than to let them know that it was I who commanded the dragons? He knew what they would have done to me. He is the kindest of men, not a traitor."Neither I nor Lior has committed a crime against you or this kingdom. Not one that isn't a false accusation anyway. If you kill Lior your soldiers will always question why you hanged their favourite commander when they all knew that he was loyal to you and a good man," I say."You will definitely make the wisest of queens without putting any effort," King Adon proudly commends like none of w
IRA'S POV I do not get time to pick up my bag as Lior pulls me towards the door. "We shouldn't have rested before getting to the border," he mutters in an anxious voice as we rush out of the house. He assured me that no one would find us here or know the path we took. So why are we running like thieves this early? I am afraid that we will starve on the way since he left our bag of food and I will never find my father.We burst through the wooden door and I immediately corride with a hard chest dressed in silk. I lose my footing and start to fall backwards. Someone catches me and pulls me back to my feet. I look up and my entire body freezes. Angel Adon?!I am beyond appalled. Yet it's hard to miss how elegantly his hair is styled or the conspicuous shirt that he wears. It is missing a shoulder. "Hello dear. . . . we have been looking -" I jump back and away from his grasp. That's when I notice that we are surrounded by their soldiers. And his brother, Ronen, is right beside him
Angel Ronen's Pov"Your majesties, my name is Linda Rothnia, a skilled doctor. I have come to help in the search of your former human mate and your gorgeous assistant, Lior," the young woman says.Lior's last name is Rothnia and it's not a common name. So why would a woman with his last name be offering us help in finding him? "Are you Lior's sister or wife?" I ask even though I know well that our assistant is not married."I have great hope that Lior will marry me some day. So I have taken his last name in advance," she answers.I should be surprised by her answer. But her's isn't the most insane thing I have heard today. I wonder if our mate will love us just as much some day."So how do you intend to help us?" I ask."I know everything about Lior. I know all he likes and all his close and distant friends. I know where he is going and where he will stop on the way," she answers. She really should be his wife. She already knows more than a mate could. "Why are you here if you love
Angel Tiras's Pov"How did your witch manage to get Ira's father inside of our kingdom?" I question.A day ago I wouldn't have cared. But now I have realized that our lack of concern has cost us everything. "My father's spies . . . are everywhere," our wicked queen answers. "We should cut her head off and send it to her father," Adon suggests.I want her dead too. Because that's the only way I can feel satisfied that we have hurt her enough. Her family and whoever that witch is has been hunting down our mate's gifted family for decades. They have killed both of her parents and drained their blood just so they can control dragons for a limited amount of time. We have done things in pursuit of power but not even us can relate to such greed and evil. I doubt that King Ademon has spies everywhere. Only loyal servants can be spies. And Ademon prefers slaves. He only has enough men to chase after our mates family wherever they run. "I agree. But her beheading should be an opportunity t
King Ronen's PovI should be laughing at the sounds of her screams as the soldiers whip her. Her makeup washed away after one of our angry servants hurled hot water at her face. Now she looks like a wailing troll with a bloody face and broken teeth. The silver chain attached tightly to her neck prevents her from shifting.She has lost all of her grace and everyone is laughing. But I am too afraid of what she will reveal that I am unable to take pleasure in watching her pay for her lies and wickedness. "I . . . will confess! Please make them stop!" she pleads as the soldiers kick and slap her repeatedly. I wonder what her father would say if he were here now. He demanded a massive tribute knowing that his daughter cannot control rogue dragons. I would hang her in his face."We are not done watching. And I do not think you're ready to confess the actual truth," Tiras states in a frigid tone. We allowed servants and guests into the room to watch her punishment since she values grace
Angel Adon's PovWe did not just pay a fortune for an ugly girl, but a pretentious, shameless liar as well. What was she thinking? That the rogue dragons would never attack again? It's embarassing to know that we fell for every one of her tricks, including rejecting and humiliating our human mate in a hall full of guests. She was a useless human, but I would not have done it if I wasn't convinced that our Queen could control dragons.If I were to choose between the two now I would prefer a feisty, wise human than a pretentious, ugly princess. Andria's lies made us feel on top of the world, but we are now worse than ever before. I should have known from the moment I noticed her unexpected desire to marry us. Then after the marriage she made every effort to be admired for other things apart from her gift of controlling dragons. Which she knew she didn't have. "If she does not have the power to control dragons, why did they leave at her command last time," Ronen asks. "She said that i
King Tiras's PovThe dragons breath out fire, lighting up some structures of the palace. Helpless servants run for their lives, some screaming for our help.Our queen continues sobbing like a child. It doesn't make sense. She was so proud of her ability to control the dragons last time the dragons attacked. So how comes she is acting this way now? Unless she did actually lie. She seemed to panic when we told her about our plan to turn dragons into our formidable army last night. She tried to discourage us because she knew she cannot control them. So who controlled them that day?Adon blinds two of the dragons with his illusions and they crash against the palace's tallest towers. The people that were inside fall with the rubble and get crashed by the weight of the dragons. We have to fight them with our powers just like before. Luckily they are not that many today. But their behaviour appears strange. It's the first time they are attacking our palace and not any other place. They se
Angel Adon's PovOur naked queen runs her fingers through my hair as we make love for the third time in the night. She is determined to prove that she can satisfy us sexually despite her ugliness. I will always accept her as long as she wears makeup when sleeping with me. No that we would let her go even if she didn't try so hard to please us. She has a gift that otherwise females can only dream of possessing. We have enjoyed a week of our honeymoon. I will be suggesting that we extend it for more than just two weeks. Our assistant is after all back to his senses and is capable of handling matters for a few more weeks.He doesn't speak about the human, but he has tried to be a good assistant to our queen as well. He has even tried to build a little friendship and learn a few things about our Queen's royal family and how she gained the power to control dragons. A thing she refused to reveal.She moans loudly as our love making comes to a breathtaking climax and our bodies tremble wit
Ira's PovI wait impatiently as Lior takes a seat and grabs his cup of tea before revealing more about what he found out about my father. "I baked a cake. Just like your mother used to," Linda excitedly tells, flashing the most seductive smile. Couldn't she wait for him to say something about my father? It's not like her cake is going bad if not eaten within the next few seconds. But . . . perhaps it will go bad. Because she put a million ingredients in hope of making it the best he has ever tasted. "Can we have it for breakfast?" Lior asks and disappointment takes over Linda's face."No. It will grow cold. It's good that you eat it with this delicious stew," she says and hurries to get the cake before he can argue.Of only I got a mate who is just as obsessed with me as she is with him. I would be feeling like a queen. Because having someone that honesty desires your company and approval is the definition of true love. It doesn't always get reciprocated though. "I would prefer t