The Chosen Goddess' Triplets

Seven

(Unknown's POV)

I have been watching Queen Adelia's kingdom for quite a while now. She invited every werewolf, vampire, witch and fairy to her kingdom, but what about us?

We are none of those breeds. Why would she exclude us?

I know she has kids, though I don't remember how many or how old. Why don't they do something to help the other species?

My mother keeps telling me to hold on, and wait for my mate. Nothing else will matter after I have her. I always wanted a mate. I grew up dreaming about what she would look like. Would she be tall or short? Would she be happy if I was her mate? What color would her eyes or hair be? Well, that was before I realized what a curse a mate is. They all say what a blessing mates are. They left out the part where mates could destroy you, tear apart your soul and so much more. Now I know better. Mates are a distraction, one I can't afford. I need to stay focused on the mission at hand.

I need to take down the Queen, take her place and make the kingdom open to everyone. How it should have been in the first place.

Though here I am still glancing at every passerby, just praying it is my mate. That I could finally hold her and love her. Knowing I will be damned when I finally catch her, that I will once again have to off another peice of my soul. I will have to force myself to kill this one too.

Mates are no blessing, that is for sure.

My mother is a pure hybrid, at least that is what everyone calls her. She is half an angel and half demon. The direct descendent of the royal angels and royal demons. She runs the underworld right now, by herself. Which brings me back to why I hate mates. My father was a werewolf. I say he was because I killed him when I found out the pain mother was having all the time was actually caused by him. He thought it was okay to go around and place his d**k in anything he pleased. Mother wants me to find my mate and take over, but I want to be up here. The only thing I got out of my mother being a hybrid was becoming the ultimate predator. Luckily, I was also blessed with a wolf. Making me a tribrid. My twin sisters were just like our father. Only a werewolf, no demon or angel gene in them. Though my sisters seem more dangerous than me sometimes.

The way those two tyrants are around, I am honestly scared for their mates. No one will f**k with them.

"What are you doing here, Belial?" I growled as I felt the present of my mother's right - hand man, standing behind me.

"Hello sire." Belial said as I felt him bow behind me. Doesn't he see I am busy right now?

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT." I growled in annoyance.

"Si..." Belial sighs as if he knows what will occur next if he keeps speaking to me like that. " I apologize, I mean Prince Stolas. Your mother has sent me to tell you news."

"What is it this time? Are the men trying to court her again?" I rolled my eyes. Mother can seriously think up anything just to make her right - hand man come check up on me. She makes me feel as if I am still a baby. I turned around quickly to look Belial straight in the eyes. "Why are you really here?"

I watched as he gulped and took two quick steps back. I can smell the stench of fear wafting off of him. I take an intimidating step towards him, as if I am trying to catch my prey. His eyes widened as I saw his body begin to tremble. I push my aura towards him more.

"Brother, leave poor Belial alone. Mother will not be happy if she finds out you are intimidating her help again." Two giggly voices said in unison as they continued to giggle afterwards. I watched as the tyrant little werewolves ran into the room and sprint towards me. I brace for the impact as they both jump up and latch themselves to me at the same time.

"I AM NOT THE HELP," Belial whined, as if he was hurt by the statement, though the girls obviously ignored him. Like we all do. "I am your mother's right - hand man, what do they call it for werewolves... uh..... ah right, a beta. You two girls are not even supposed to be here. How did you even get here? Does your mother know?"

Actually, now to think of it, I wonder the same thing. I look at the eight - year - old twins relaxing casually in my arms as I wait to hear their response.

"Well we just..." Atlas began to speak. As she slightly shook her head no.

"Hitched a ride with you." Azaes finished the sentence with a twinkle in her eye. They both smirked, knowing that if mother found out they escaped with him, he would be the one punished. Making him unable to tell mother of what they had done wrong. Belial's face paled, more than normal. You see, Belial is a hybrid, vampire and demon, though at least seventy - five percent demon. His pale complexion is from his vampire side, while most of his powers are from his demon gene.

"Your mother is going to kill me." Belial said in a panic with wide eyes.

"Maybe you should bring the twin tyrants home then." I said as I placed the twins down, giving them a light kiss on their blonde little heads. The twins are the perfect combination of mother and father. Long blonde hair like mother and big forest green eyes like father. The way those big eyes draw you in as if they are innocent right before they strike and become the slits of predators. The only way to tell the difference between them is by their complexion. Atlas is tanned, while Azaes is slightly lighter but with freckles on her cheeks.

"Yes, Yes.. I shall get you two home." Belial said right before he gasped and whipped around so fast I was surprised he didn't have a whip lash from the motion. "Wait a moment, I was sent here for a reason."

"Here we go." I said as I rolled my eyes. "Be good for mother girls, I will be seeing you soon."

With that said, I jumped up and perched myself at the top of the tree. The way the moon lights up the sky as if the source of life only exists from the shine. When I bathe in the moonlight, I feel it is exquisitely peaceful. I could stare at the mysterious ball of perfection for hours. I feel serene and at peace, if life could only stay this way at all times.

"Prince Stolas, come down here this instant," Belial demanded. Does he know that I am stronger than him? I mean, I am stronger than mother, there is no bossing me around. I just rolled my eyes and kept my focus on the moon, as I lay down with my hands under my head across the branch.

"PRINCE STOLAS." Belial screeches, he honestly sounds like a nagging old man sometimes. Especially when the twins and I usually pull pranks on him, acting as if one of us were lost to the world. His worry lines all over his face are the result of us. I smirk as I think of all the pranks the twins and I have pulled in the last eight years.

"What is all the screaming about? We do all know that it is the middle of the night." My best friend and faithful side kick, Oriax says as he yawns, showing he has just awoken from this nonsense. "Oh, what's up twerps?"

Well, he seems wide awake after realizing the twins are here. Unbelievable.

"Tell the prince to come down right this instantance. We need to discuss the news his mother demands he knows." Belial tries to convince my friend to get me down, as if.

"Ha, the prince does what he wants and you know that. I can't command him to come down. I would really appreciate you not waking everyone up though. They get kinda cranky, like monsters, if you interrupt their beauty sleep." Oriax scoffs as he makes jokes. I swear that boy is never serious. I hear the twins giggle and I realize how much I have missed them.

"Fine, just tell him that his mother and sister's will be at the grand ball held in honor for his mother at the balance colony in three days' time. He shall be there or his mother will be the next one showing up here." Belial scoffed as him and my sister's disappeared, probably heading back to the underworld. Good riddance, I can't stand the way Belial tries to be our father.

I feel the vibrations of Oriax climbing up my tree, always disturbing my peace.

"Do I need to repeat that?" Oriax asked as he took a seat at the end of my branch. Oh, how easy it would be to just push him off with my feet right now. See, Oriax is half demon and half witch. He would just teleport himself if I kicked him off, ruining all the fun.

"No." I answered shortly, trying to avoid this conversation all together.

"Somebody is a grumpy pants today. Did the wittle boy not like his visitor?" Oriax mocked me in a little childish voice. The only reason I didn't kill him is because we have been best friends since I was five and my only other friend died the same day I killed my father.

"Shut up." I whispered as I shoved him slightly. He just chuckles as if it is his job to try and annoy me.

"You have to go, you know that, right? We can't have your mother coming here. You know she is just trying to make you find your mate." Oriax said calmly and slowly, knowing it would piss me off talking about mates. He is right though. I know that is why she wants me there, so I can find my mate and she can try to introduce us as the new rulers of the underworld. I know her play.

"Did you see that?" I asked as I jumped up, staring out at the field. A glimmer of white hair, wildly blowing around her covered face and spiraling down her back. I feel a pull, a connection, something to this girl and, just like that, she is gone.

"No, what was it? Where is it?" Oriax asked just as excitedly as me as he jumped up, as he searched in every direction. No doubtfully looking for anything out of place or unusual.

Who was she?

What is she to me?

Why do I feel empty now that I don't see her?