Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 96: Help Me Destroy Theo

We came to a halt at a large iron gate with a royal crest designed on it. The guards let us through and we made our way to a house that sat at the very top of the hill.

It was not what I was expecting when Warren told me that we were going to his summer home. I had thought it would be something similar to the palace.

Luxury. Extravagance. Grandeur.

But this place was quaint, beautiful and peaceful.

Warren let go of my hand and stepped out of the car without a single word. I did the same and inhaled the fresh scent of the area. I could hear the faint humming of birds in the forests that surrounded us.

Demarco’s car came to a halt behind ours and he stepped out dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. Even without seeing his eyes, anyone could tell that he was a man in pain.

Warren walked up to him and whispered something in Demarco’s ear. Demarco nodded and patted him softly on the back. They both loved Maggie and no one in the world would understand their loss more than the two of them.

The servants came and escorted us toward the back of the beautiful cottage where her body would be laid to rest.

The ceremony was enclosed, Neither Warren nor Demar co wanted Maggie to be disturbed any more than she had al reedy been, and they,both needed the privacy to grieve.

We walked a little way away from the cottage and went to the burial site which was a short walk past the treeline. A few dozen servants all dressed in black surrounded the area where her coffin hung suspended above the ground.

Through my veil, I saw Warren in a fitted black suit and the royal sash with an adornment of medals. He was a prince after all. He had to follow some of the formalities.

The king was aware of Maggie’s tragic demise but Warren had refused to extend the invite. I think in a way he also blamed his father for Maggie’s demise. He had always favored Theo and in doing so left Theo to ‘run wild’

I didn’t know the full dynamics of that relationship but I knew that at this moment, Warren was resentful toward his father.

As we drew closer to the site, Warren grabbed my hand and led us to where an elder adorned in a white robe stood at the end of the coffin. In his hand, was a bowl of morning dew from the mountain.

The morning dew was a tradition at all funeral ceremonies where the elder of the pack would sprinkle it on top of the coffin so the soul of the deceased would go in peace. It was also done so that the soil where they are laid would be fruitful and bring more life. Almost like a rebirth in nature.

It was a beautiful sentiment. One that I did not fully appreciate until this very moment.

We came to a standstill and then Warren signaled for the elder to begin.

“As the Moon Goddess giveth, so does she taketh. We

FWp Destroy T know that this life is not the end of the journey for there is a new journey ahead for this young soul.”

way into the arms of the Goddess, and may she be free

white coffin. Each person stepped toward the elder and dipped their hand in the

me. Everyone was broken. I could tell Maggie had touched each and every one of their

water, I hesitated for a second. How I wished this wasn’t how we

the

liquid

whispered and moved along so Warren and Demarco could say

completed, the coffin slowly

it at that moment. Every cry he

hope? That was what I had been told losing a mate was like. It was an

his hand

silent tears streaming down his face. He held onto my hand so tightly his

my hand hurt from Warren’s grip, I didn’t pull it back, as I knew it was nothing

all gathered inside the cottage, apart

the rest of the day sitting next to Maggié’s gravestone, keeping

mind, I want to talk to

If you need me for anything, just let me

gently and walked back

Prince Warren happened to own. In fact, it was the

floors were in every room apart from the kitchen, which had

but it was elegant, classy, and still welcoming

Maggie, and a few with a graceful woman.

the pictures, young Maggie and Warren were smiling. They were adorable, and their smiles brightened the gloomy mood hovering over the place, and brought an upcurl

a good day, so I leaned forward

the day I lost a tooth.” Warren stepped up beside me with a glass of something strong in hand. I could

I fought, just like any siblings. That day, we had been racing along the bank when she tripped me and I hit my face against a rock. It hurt, and she won.” He chuckled remembering the fond memory. “However, Maggie felt so bad that she promised

face was softened and there was a spark

go into the gardens? I want to show

_thing.”

him to lead the

Me

the back door and into the well manicured garden. In the center of the garden was a

hands caressed the tree trunk, and

dimming sunlight, his fingers brushed across letters carved in childish writing, “M. W. T.