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.”

may she be free from the burden of this world and reunited with the ancestors from times passed. We will meet you again, dear

white coffin. Each person stepped toward

sniffs of servants all around me. Everyone was broken. I could tell Maggie had touched each and every one of

a second.

pushed the small of my

sprinkled the pure liquid on top of the

and moved along so Warren

service was completed, the coffin slowly began to be lowered

cry he

been told losing a mate

his hand

down his face. He held onto my hand so tightly his

I didn’t pull it back, as I knew it was nothing compared to the

all gathered inside the cottage,

rest of the day sitting next to Maggié’s

mind, I want to talk to Maggie for a lit

time. If you need me for anything, just let me know.

shoulder gently and walked back to the

wasn’t just a random property that Prince Warren happened to own. In fact, it was

inside of the cottage was as beautiful as its outside. Hardwood floors were in every room

but it was elegant, classy, and still welcoming and

Most of them were Warren and Maggie, and a few with a graceful woman. I assume it was their late mother, as she

They were adorable, and their smiles brightened the gloomy mood hovering

Warren clearly didn’t have a

Warren stepped up beside me with a glass of something strong in hand. I could see that little Maggie and Warren wore matching wetsuits, standing next

face against a rock. It hurt, and she won.” He chuckled remembering the fond memory. “However, Maggie felt so bad that she promised

picture. His face was softened

we go into the gardens?

_thing.”

him

Me

well manicured garden. In

the tree trunk, and my gaze followed where he was

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