All Chapters of The Servant Mate Of The Triplet Angel Kings: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Angel Garren's povThe princess had displayed profound admiration for us all, how come she is now sceptical of our ability to uphold the vows of our marriage? She is of course not our mate, but I am already in love with all her perfections. Why would we fail to respect pledges made to someone so wise, kind and impeccably beautiful. "A blood promise will bind us to the vows of our marriage, forever. Divorcing her won't be an option." Conrad points, worry in his voice. "Why do we need that option? We will be married to the most virtuous woman. She is the one likely to divorce us when she finds her true mate." Fenris argues.I agree with him. The blood promise doesn't work one way. It will bind her to us as well. So she will be stuck in our marriage forever, even if she meets her mate at some point. "The blood promise will work to our advantage, I suggest we accept it." I say. Fenris nods in agreement. But Conrad keeps a contemplative expression. "I feel that it's unwise to rush in

Keira's PovFor the first time in years I am resting in a comfortable bed with soft pillows and clean covers. It's of course a servant's bed.Our new servant quarters are a lot more spacious than the last, and there is more furniture apart from three beds and a table. It puzzles me why Princess Lyna allowed me to join Helen and Lisa here. She isn't such a kind soul. After marrying my mates with a blood promise I wonder what else she may be seeking to demand in return of this favour. She got everything she ever wanted, wealth, three powerful husbands and public admiration. Her life will be forever blissful. I on the other hand have limited days to enjoy the comfort of this bed before she sends me away. My mates will of course plead with her to make it sooner. I wish it's possible to accept their rejection without having to meet them. A sudden, intense pain engulfs my chest, like sharp claws tearing at my flesh. I clench my teeth to keep myself from grunting out loud. My mates and t

SIX MONTHS LATERAngel Fenris's PovThe door to our imperial dining room bursts open and our assistant, Henry, strides in followed by the new young secretary of king's council, Michael.Judging from their apprehensive faces, it's obvious that something has gone terribly wrong. There have been plenty of bad news for the last six months ever since we made the gravest of mistakes, marrying the worst of women. "What's the urgent matter today?" I question as they quickly approach and bow their heads in respect. Henry sets some papers down on the table in front of us. "We acquired copies of the treaty that your queen signed with Red Wolves pack. According to the terms of the treaty she apparently signed off a huge part of our southern lands." He informs, pointing at the words in the parchments."In exchange for what?" Garren inquires in shock from across the table. No other kingdom has ever given away a part of its land. What more priceless thing was she seeking in return?"I am afraid

Angel Garren's PovWe lost the woman that was truly virtuous, and married a vixen with a royal title. We can blame Lyna for cheating in the tests, manipulating our mate to help her win and turning out to be a legendary bad queen. But it was our choice to reject our mate and treat her like a worthless wretch.She would probably not have helped Lyna pass the tests or secure our vows with blood if we had not so clearly expressed our hate for her. It is our fault that we are trapped in this mess, and I doubt there is a simple way out. I never thought a time would come that I would genuinely yearn to see the kind face of our mate again, to say that I am sorry for every rude word I said to her. And if she allows it, I would like to ensure her safety and easier life forever. She didn't deserve the verbal abuse we subjected her to in the name of rejecting her.Michael finally ushers in the old priest that oversaw the making of our vows. He did warn us of the binding power of a blood promise

Keira's PovI sheath my favourite sword and carefully pack it beside the rest of my warrior gear in one bag. My personal items, clothes included, goes in the other. "The alpha wishes to say goodbye before you leave. He waits at the gates." Ezra, my closest friend and fellow warrior, informs while walking into the room with his own bags in hand. "You do not seem nearly as excited as I thought you would be?" He observes, walking closer and bending to set down his bags beside mine.Four days ago the Alpha of our small pack, Alaric, got the invitation to send the best of his warriors to take part in Lunacrest's knight tournament. There was a huge contention over who should be sent. So the pack council convened and voted. I got the most votes despite being afraid of returning to Lunacrest, the very kingdom I escaped. After six and half months of intense training, I am finally the skilled knight I once longed to be. Both my body and face have changed tremendously, to a point that my own p