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.

up, unsteadily, and

rocking back and forth, he clung to her lifeless form, sobbing

do this to you? Why, Theo? Why out

said. I came up behind him and put a hand on his

and pulled

gone. Theo took her from me! Why?” he cried again.

was still in the corner, but he needed to be alone. Luther and his wolves, the ones

somewhere safe to rest and

and Theo gone, Demarco had no interest in Warren or myself.

and decided to take the liberty

of

on, Warren,” I murmured.

arm and he stumbled along as I supported him all the way back to his room. I got him into

right back,” I said, touching his

settled, I sent someone to

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

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

are in the closet down the hall,” one of the maids said, pointing the

pillows. Blood was seeping through his shirt at his shoulder. I wished he hadn’t pulled the dagger out. There seemed to be a lot of blood for

Warren sighed and shook his head. He groaned suddenly and coughed, blood spewing from

I said. I rushed to his side and rubbed his back. “You’re okay. Let me just see that

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

touched his forehead. He was pasty

mumbled something and he seemed 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

a cool washcloth from the bathroom and draped it over Warren’s forehead to help with the fever. I pulled his covers up as far as I could without covering the wound and tucked them in around

his mouth and found a third one to

injury and his grief, Warren would need days

“Ciana…”

of you,” I said, grabbing

a little again. No blood came up this

need to. I’ll

out again in

‘S Maqq•e

water and a warm lunch. I made a

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

Maggie was his twin, so they had to be close. Still, I’d never seen Warren like this. Shaking my head, I sat next to him again and

was like losing half 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 do to feel