Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

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.

asked. He sat up, unsteadily, and pulled Maggie’s body

he clung to her lifeless form, sobbing as tears dripped

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

came up behind him and put a hand on his

and pulled away from

her from me! Why?” he cried again. He trembled and crumpled

the corner, but he needed to be alone. Luther and his wolves, the ones that had survived, were

still had a 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

Demarco had no interest in Warren or myself. He was still staring at

and decided to take the liberty

into one of

Warren,” I murmured.

my shoulder under his arm and he stumbled along as I supported him all the way back to his room. I got him into bed and put the

here. I’ll be right back,” I said,

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

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

Alpha Demarco is still in the theater where we put on the play. He’s going to need your help, and any

hall,” one of the maids said,

room. His eyes were open and he was propped up on the pillows. Blood was seeping through his shirt

suddenly and coughed,

Take it easy,” I said. I rushed to his side and rubbed his back. “You’re okay. Let me just

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

I touched his forehead. He

unconscious. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his bloody shirt off. The wound in his shoulder wasn’t that bad, but it was bleeding a lot and it already looked

with the fever. I pulled his

the blood away from his mouth and found a third one to

days to recover.

“Ciana…”

you,” I said, grabbing

again. No blood

to. I’ll

sighed and passed out again

‘S Maqq•e

warm lunch. I made a

he’d be awake again, but I wanted to make sure

Still, I’d never seen Warren like this. Shaking my head, I sat next to him again and took his

didn’t know whether me staying there and comforting him would