Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 52: Lady Nita

“Who would that be?” I asked.

When Jake responded, his answer totally shocked me. “Lady Nita, King Sebastian’s third wife, Prince Theo’s mother.”

“What?” I sank down onto the edge of the bed beside Theo, my mind trying to process what Jake had just said. “But… that’s his… mother.”

The Beta nodded, folding his arms across his chest. “That’ s right. She has always hated her own son and treated him. coldly since he was a little boy.”

I felt a cold shiver shoot down my spine.

It was so hard for me to understand how that was possi- ble. My own mother and I were so very close. She would’ve done anything for me and I adored her the same way in re- turn. Some of my happiest memories were from when my mother and I spent time together.

The lullaby I had been singing for Prince Theo just a few minutes ago was one that she had taught me and sung to me when I was a little girl.

Who could hate their own child?

Turning my attention back to Jake, I asked, “Why would someone want to see their own son suffer?”

“Their relationship is… complicated.”

I shifted on the bed to look at Theo. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why he was now so distant and cold.

He was frowning, seemingly suffering from something. Whatever dream he was in, it was definitely not a good one. And he was calling for her, his mother, earlier. I felt a dull ache in my heart. Could he be a different person had he had his mother’s love?

I still found it hard to believe. “I just don’t understand-”

Before Jake and I could continue our conversation, I heard a slight knock on the door of my chamber. I rushed to open it and saw a slightly disheveled Brook standing there with something in her hands.

“Brook? Are you okay?” I was worried. It was late, and nor- mally by this hour, the entire palace had quieted down. Polite as Brook was, she wouldn’t come to look for me unless it was something urgent.

“Yes, I’m okay,” she said quietly. “Oh, Beta Jake.”

Jake had come through the door that connected my room with Theo’s. “Oh, hi, Brook.”

having the strangest dreams. I can’t remember most of them, but I know they were unusual. I couldn’t fall asleep, so… I went to the kitchen and got these cookies I’d baked earlier. I was hoping

whether I should get Brook in-

room. She headed to a chair near the bed, setting

tle table.

to know something was

sick.” I wasn’t sure it was the best to tell Brook

the platter and snapped it in half, nibbling on a piece of it, even though I wasn’t

and put her hand on his arm, and I

not sure,” Jake admitted, concern lacing his voice. He took a deep breath and looked from her to me and then

can

and he slightly nodded his head.

“Lady Nita?”

surprised. “You know

I don’t know her, but I’ve heard about her.” Brook smiled. “Ciana, you haven’t been around the rest of

and his mother

as well,” Brook

isn’t something people openly discuss here. The king forbids it. Also, it happened so long ago, only the older servants remember,” Jake explained. “King Sebastian conquered her pack, the Ortiz pack, and forced Lady Nita to marry him against her will. Ever

terrible!” Brook exclaimed. “That poor woman!” She shook her head, and tears

leaned over and brushed them away, a sweet gesture that made my heart flutter a

her help,” I sighed, “We are trying

terrible for her,” Jake sighed, “and unfortunately, she took her anger out on her

imagine how it would have been for Theo grow- ing up in a castle with a mother who

since I’d arrived about how he didn’t care about being alone began to make

at him now. He was sleeping, and his brow was wrinkled as his head turned from side to side. I wanted to

Brook said, thinking aloud as Jake finally tried her cookies. “I could understand that,

Theo is her

palace against her will, her peo- ple were killed by her husband that was forced on her.” Jake sighed. “She hates everything related to King Sebastian and this palace. Prince Theo has his

replied softly, “It’s

position to comment on His and Her Royal Highnesses’ relationship, but I know Alpha loves his mother deep down. I just wish she could show a little tenderness to- wards him,” Jake took a cookie. “These are delicious, by the

blushed. “Thank you. It’s my mother’s recipe.” Her own words must’ve weighed on her heart. “I can’t imagine not having my mother in my life. We are close.

to tap into Lady Nita’s innate motherly love, right?” I asked. I was still nibbling on my cookie. It