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Chapter 95: Farewell, Dear Maggie

• Ciana*

I stared at the empty spot where Theo had been standing seconds before. He’ d been like a zombie, so distant and dazed. I’d never seen him like that… almost like he was scared.

Theo was the Dark Prince, he didn’t get scared! Did he? Had he even heard me shouting his name?

‘Luther!” a new voice shouted.

Some of Luther’s men ran to the stage. I recognized them from when I stayed at his mansion. Thankfully, they didn’ t even look my way. They just helped Luther to his feet.

“Won’ t be long now,” Luther chuckled as his wolves helped him off the stage. “Soon, even Sebastian will find that monster too destructive to keep, then it’ Il be our time to strike.”

My heart quivered. Would Sebastian turn on his own son?

“Maggie, my dear, sweet love,” Demarco crooned.

I watched as he kneeled beside her. Tears continued to streak his face and he sobbed. He kept rocking her, like he was hoping that she could hear him and open her eyes magically, but she didn’t respond.

“Maggie… my love,” he sobbed.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and let out a long, grief

stricken roar. His body shook and in the blink of an eye, he shifted, his roar becoming a long, mournful howl.

I imagined he was too devastated. He’d risked everything to try and save her.

It was all for nothing.

Again and again, Demarco howled, sitting awkwardly with his broken leg out to the side. He sniffed Maggie and whimpered, even nosed her gently. But after he touched her once, he scurried into a corner, whimpering with his tail tucked be tween his legs.

l’ d never seen a wolf lose their mate before. My heart screamed in my chest and tears wet my eyes, just from seeing Demarco’s reaction. I knew he was working with Luther and he’d betrayed us, but the loss he was feeling… It was overwhelming.

My mind drifted to Theo… I refused to believe that Theo would choose to kill Maggie on purpose. Knowing him, even if they weren’t close, he wouldn’t go after his own family like that, would he?

He wasn’t the most in touch with his emotions, and I knew he could be ruthless. I’d seen it. But he’d always acted in selfdefense, or in defense of me and others.

Was he really so far gone that he’d kill his own half-sister?

No! I didn’t think that.

Looking around at Demarco in the corner and Warren, Who dragged himself with his good arm over to Maggie, I knew it wasn’t the right time to defend Theo. Neither Warren nor Demarco would want to hear it.

up, unsteadily, and pulled Maggie’s body into his

lifeless form, sobbing as tears

this to you? Why, Theo? Why out of everyone would you kill Maggie?” Warren wailed, shaking

him

Whimpered and pulled away from

he cried again. He trembled

and his wolves,

knife wound in his shoulder. I needed to get him somewhere safe to rest and heal. “Alpha Demarco, Prince Warren needs some rest, do you think I

With Luther and Theo gone, Demarco had no interest in Warren or

decided to take the liberty

of the guest

on, Warren,” I murmured. I shook him a

for me to get my shoulder under his arm and he stumbled along as I supported him all the way back to his room.

here. I’ll be right back,” I said, touching his

I got Warren settled, I sent someone to help Demarco and handle

and there were plenty of servants and maids working there. I found some maids in one of the mansion hallways. They didn’t seem to

we put on the play. He’s going to need

down the hall,” one

was propped up on the pillows. Blood was seeping through his shirt at his shoulder. I wished he

groaned suddenly and coughed, blood spewing from his mouth, down

to his side and rubbed his back. “You’re okay.

it doesn’ t matter anymore,” Warren groaned. He slumped

it matters!” I touched his forehead. He was pasty with

I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his bloody shirt off. The

forehead to help with the fever. I pulled his covers up as far as I could without

mouth and

need days to recover. I

“Ciana…”

I’ll take care of you,” I said, grabbing his hand and sitting on the edge

a little again. No blood came up this

need to. I’ll be

sighed and passed out

‘S Maqq•e

a warm lunch. I made

again, but I wanted to make sure he had

was his twin, so they had to be close. Still, I’d never seen

of oneself. I didn’t know whether me staying there and comforting him would make him feel less depressed and lonely, but that was the least I could