Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 96: Help Me Destroy Theo

We came to a halt at a large iron gate with a royal crest designed on it. The guards let us through and

we made our way to a house that sat at the very top of the hill.

It was not what I was expecting when Warren told me that we were going to his summer home. I had

thought it would be something similar to the palace.

Luxury. Extravagance. Grandeur.

But this place was quaint, beautiful and peaceful.

Warren let go of my hand and stepped out of the car without a single word. I did the same and inhaled

the fresh scent of the area. I could hear the faint humming of birds in the forests that surrounded us.

Demarco’s car came to a halt behind ours and he stepped out dressed in a black suit and sunglasses.

Even without seeing his eyes, anyone could tell that he was a man in pain.

Warren walked up to him and whispered something in Demarco’s ear. Demarco nodded and patted him

softly on the back. They both loved Maggie and no one in the world would understand their loss more

than the two of them.

The servants came and escorted us toward the back of the beautiful cottage where her body would be

laid to rest.

The ceremony was enclosed, Neither Warren nor Demar co wanted Maggie to be disturbed any more

than she had al reedy been, and they,both needed the privacy to grieve.

We walked a little way away from the cottage and went to the burial site which was a short walk past

the treeline. A few dozen servants all dressed in black surrounded the area where her coffin hung

suspended above the ground.

Through my veil, I saw Warren in a fitted black suit and the royal sash with an adornment of medals.

He was a prince after all. He had to follow some of the formalities.

The king was aware of Maggie’s tragic demise but Warren had refused to extend the invite. I think in a

way he also blamed his father for Maggie’s demise. He had always favored Theo and in doing so left

Theo to ‘run wild’

I didn’t know the full dynamics of that relationship but I knew that at this moment, Warren was resentful

toward his father.

As we drew closer to the site, Warren grabbed my hand and led us to where an elder adorned in a

white robe stood at the end of the coffin. In his hand, was a bowl of morning dew from the mountain.

The morning dew was a tradition at all funeral ceremonies where the elder of the pack would sprinkle it

on top of the coffin so the soul of the deceased would go in peace. It was also done so that the soil

where they are laid would be fruitful and bring more life. Almost like a rebirth in nature.

It was a beautiful sentiment. One that I did not fully appreciate until this very moment.

We came to a standstill and then Warren signaled for the elder to begin.

“As the Moon Goddess giveth, so does she taketh. We

FWp Destroy T know that this life is not the end of the journey for there is a new journey ahead for this

young soul.”

The elder paused for a second and continued, “May she find her way into the arms of the Goddess,

and may she be free from the burden of this world and reunited with the ancestors from times passed.

We will meet you again, dear one.”

The elder splashed the clear water on top of the white coffin. Each person stepped toward the elder

and dipped their hand in the bowl.

I could hear the faint sniffs of servants all around me. Everyone was broken. I could tell Maggie had

touched each and every one of their hearts in some way or another.

When it was my turn to sprinkle the water, I hesitated for a second. How I wished this wasn’t how we

parted ways with Maggie.

Warren gently pushed the small of my back.

I sprinkled the pure liquid on top of the coffin.

“Go well, Maggie,” I whispered and moved along so Warren and Demarco could say their farewell too.

After the service was completed, the coffin slowly began to be lowered into the ground.

Demarco lost it at that moment. Every cry he uttered broké something inside of me.

What was it like to lose your light and hope? That was what I had been told losing a mate was like. It

was an experi- ence I dearly wished I would never know.

Warren placed his hand on his back. Warren stood beside me with silent tears streaming down his

face. He held onto my hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. Even though my hand hurt from

Warren’s grip, I didn’t pull it back, as I knew it was nothing compared to the pain in Warren’s heart. After

the burial, we all gathered inside the cottage, apart from Demarco who needed a moment to himself. As

for Warren, he spent the rest of the day sitting next to Maggié’s gravestone, keeping his silence. ‘Ciana,

if you don’t mind, I want to talk to Maggie for a lit tle while.” I nodded in understanding. “Take your time.

If you need me for anything, just let me know. I’ll be around.” I patted his shoulder gently and walked

back to the cottage.

From the pieces and bits that I picked up from the servants, this summer home wasn’t just a random

property that Prince Warren happened to own. In fact, it was the place where both Maggie and Warren

spent many of their childhood summers with their mother.

The inside of the cottage was as beautiful as its outside. Hardwood floors were in every room apart

from the kitchen, which had white tiling. Again, not that it was expensively lav-

ish, but it was elegant, classy, and still welcoming and homey. On the walls were some pictures. Most

of them were Warren and Maggie, and a few with a graceful woman. I assume it was their late mother,

as she had the same gentle, graceful demeanor that Maggie carried. In most of the pictures, young

Maggie and Warren were smiling. They were adorable, and their smiles brightened the gloomy mood

hovering over the place, and brought an upcurl to my lips. There was only one picture where Warren

clearly didn’t have a good day, so I leaned forward to take a closer look. ‘That was the day I lost a

tooth.” Warren stepped up beside me with a glass of something strong in hand. I could see that little

Maggie and Warren wore matching wetsuits, standing next to a lake. “When we were young, Maggie

and I fought, just like any siblings. That day, we had been racing along the bank when she tripped me

and I hit my face against a rock. It hurt, and she won.” He chuckled remembering the fond memory.

“However, Maggie felt so bad that she promised to be my humble and faithful servant for a month. Ever

since then, she had always been there for me.” He looked down at his drink and then back at the

picture. His face was softened and there was a spark in his eyes. However,soon the glimmer dimmed

and pain swam back. “Can we go into the gardens? I want to show you some- _thing.” I nodded and

allowed him to lead the way. Me We walked out the back door and into the well manicured garden. In

the center of the garden was a large oak tree. His hands caressed the tree trunk, and my gaze followed

where he was touching

In the dimming sunlight, his fingers brushed across letters carved in childish writing, “M. W. T. Forever.’

‘Maggie, Warren, Theo, forever?”

Warren pulled up a wry smile. “How naive, isn’ t it? One summer, Theo came here with us and spent a

week here. He was little, four or five, maybe? At that point, our oldest halfbrother Justin was Father’s

favorite. I remembered both Theo and I were upset about that.”

“However, Maggie told us it wasn’t a bad thing, because the three of us got to hang out together. We

had a lot of fun during that week. Before Theo went back to the palace, he came here, and left this

mark.”

If it was any other time Warren mentioned this story to me, I’d say it was cute and heartwarming,

however, my intuition suggested that I wouldn’t like what he was about to say.

Warren sat down, pushing his back against the trunk. I sat down beside him as he settled into a deadly

silence.

Warren sipped on his liquor quietly. I didn’t know if this was his fifth or eighth drink.

“I hate him,” he gritted through his teeth after some time.

He didn’t need to say a name. I knew exactly who he was talking about.

“He killed my sister and ran away like the coward he is. He couldn’t even face me or her mate.” He

downed the rest of the drink. “l would have killed him then and there had I had the chance. And to think

I took a dagger for that asshole… What a dumbass jerk I was!”

Venom dripped from every single word he uttered. He jerkily turned to the tree trunk and punched on

the carving that young Theo left as hard as he could, leaving a blood stain covering the childish writing.

‘My sister is dead and she will never receive justice for her murder all because Theo is father’ s

dearests favorite!” He clutched onto the glass so tightly that I feared it would break. Fuck him. Fuck the

King. Fuck life. Fuck everyone!”

My heart sank. He was upset and angry and maybe rightfully so, but hatred was never a real

remediation for grief. It would only bring destruction, to others, and to himself.

“Warren, you’ve had a few drinks today,” I sighed, “If Maggie was here, she would be worried seeing

you like this.”

“The world is unfair. Maggie didn’t deserve to get sick and she damn sure didn’t deserve to be killed!”

I wanted to say that everyone was hurting. Demarco, Warren and even Theo. I wanted to say that Theo

was not a monster ang it was an accident, but of course I couldn’t say any thing.

Not right now, at least. Right now, Warren only needed a listener.

“Help me,” Warren turned to me with this look in his eyes that bordered determination and the darkness

and gloom I idn’t want to see.

“What can I do?” I asked, even though I knew I wouldn’t •like the answer.

“I need justice for my sister and Theo must answer for his crimes.” He leaned toward me, his sharp

breath fanning my face.

I opened my mouth but no words escaped. I didn’t know what to say.

Help me destroy Theo.” Darkness consumed his usually warm, dark, brown eyes.

“This is not a request. I’m not asking. This is an order.’