Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 49 Theo’s Past II

After Zade’s death, Father decided to put me in training. He sent the best mentors to train me. I worked really hard be- cause I wanted to become the strongest warrior; perhaps then my mother would be proud and would want to see me again.

What I didn’t know was that my father expected some- thing different from me. He didn’t need me to become a war- rior. He needed me to be a killer.

When I was ten years old, King Sebastian started a pro- gram where he would allow prisoners a chance to gain their freedom.

These were the worse sort of criminals murderers, rapists, those that had robbed others violently. He made it seem so simple for them.

“Defeat my son, a little boy, and you will walk free.”

Of course, these hardened criminals had jumped at the chance. What would a ten–year–old do to stop them? Those monsters didn’t mind tearing a child apart in exchange for their freedom.

But it never happened that way.

As much as I could use my battle skills to protect myself, I was too young and was no match against full–grown men. As a result, almost always, at the end of each fight, I’d end up draining them of their lives, along with their dreadful emo-

tions before their deaths.

Watching the lifeless bodies collapse in front of my eyes became the worst of my childhood nightmares. I wasn’t able to have a single night of peaceful sleep. Whether I was awake or asleep during the night, I always felt as if numerous eyes were watching me, condemning me for taking their lives.

I was tormented. I hated my power – because of it, not only did I absorb the terror of those who were killed by me, but I also got all of their horrible traits – the parts that made them criminals to begin with. I was no longer capable of smil- ing, of showing kindness. Their emotions became mine, and I couldn’t escape them.

“Father, I can’t do this anymore…” I begged him. “I’ll work hard to be a good warrior and you can put me into any train- ing but this. Please!”

“Nonsense!” he said. Then he softened his expression and encouraged me. “They’re murderers, son,” he told me. “They deserve to die. You’re doing the entire kingdom a service in getting rid of them.”

I’d nod and try to believe that was true so that I could feel just slightly better for what I did. I was desperate, and I went to my mother again, because I didn’t even remember how many trials I’d been through without actually being able to see her.

I wanted to tell her that I was doing the kingdom a ser- vice, and that maybe she shouldn’t be locking me out of her life.

When I told her the situation through her closed door, un- like usual where she was just silent, this time, I heard her say, “Whether they deserve to die or not should not be your deci-

sion, Theo.”

Tears had stung my eyes at her words. “Mother!” I shout- ed. “I had no choice! If I didn’t kill them, they would kill me!”

After a long while, I heard her say, “I know.” It seemed that she sighed, but then, her tone was sharp again. “But keep in mind that you have no right to take lives, and neither does anyone else!”

From that point on, I trained hard in battling with a knife. I was unable to shift into my wolf because I was still too young, so I had to rely on being a keen fighter in my human form.

Eventually, I became so skilled in the art of fighting that I started to win battles without having to suck the life out of anyone. In some cases, I was even able to disable them with- out having physical contact, thus sparing their lives.

father. He saw my skills as some sort of a parlor trick, something he could show off to his friends and

openly refused to go back to the old way, he threw me in a jail

to respect your father and your king!” he said. “This is for your own good! You are blessed with the power, and you must respect

I’m not weak!” I protested. “None of your warriors are able

to me. Look around you. Without your divine power, you’re just as

saw a group of twenty or so prisoners, but this time, they were different from the criminals I usually

children.

I

me. Instead, he asked me,

Your Majesty.”

to kill two of them,” he said

eyes widened and I couldn’t believe what he’d

guards know. They’ll let you out. Otherwise, you will stay

at me in terror. They were probably right to be terrified by me, a monster. But I’d made up my mind. I didn’t want to kill for no reason anymore, espe-

take lives, and neither does anyone else!” My

of you have heard the stories about me. They are all true. If you come

choice but to make sure that you

and no one bothered me. For days, I stared outside, doing nothing. I didn’t talk, didn’t eat, and didn’t even drink much. I felt my body getting weaker and weaker, yet for the first time in a

even if I just died like that.

and each time, he was furious. He urged me to kill them and tried to get them to attack me. But instead, I just existed there in the cell,

can’t force me, father,” I told

cell. When I opened my eyes again, I was

said. “That’s exactly what you needed to do! Killing two

understand. I

I’ll let you do whatever you want for the rest of those prisoners. It’s time for them to learn to respect

I could only as- sume that after I had passed out, in my unconscious

save me–I might have sucked

away, a single tear rolled

years ago,

recovered, I went to

it with both fists, I asked her, “Mother, what do I do? I did

told me, “then remember them. Remember that those men died

*Ciana*

head was pounding. I sat up, leaning on an elbow for a second as I tried to remember exactly what had happened. I looked at

room, near the doorway that led to my chamber, Brook and Warren lay on their sides, and in my room, Sophia was spread out, her arms and legs split like a star. She looked a little silly, but I wasn’t in

how long we had been gone. It must not have been long

would’ve come