Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 101 The White Queen and the Dark King

*Theo*

Her warm lips captivated me, moving so slowly and entic- ingly against mine. Her arms around my neck held me close and her breasts moved against my chest with each breath. I lifted my hands to pull her closer and stopped, clenching them into fists.

How easily I could forget myself and stay in her embrace with her warm, comforting lips. As Tallis, I had been able to lie to myself that as long as I was careful, I wouldn’t hurt her.

But Maggie and Warren had reminded me of just how un- predictable and dangerous I was with their own lives!

I used all of my strength to leave those two soft, alluring lips, but the moment our kiss broke, I regretted it.

Her back was against the wall, her cheeks were pink and her sweet breath was rapid.

My eyes locked on her watery blue orbs and couldn’t move away. Under her gentle gaze, the cold and rigid shells that had been sealing around my heart for years started to break down, revealing my extravagant desire to seek warmth and…love.

But how could I?

I took a step away, but I couldn’t peel my eyes off her.

She had a light blush on her cheeks and I tried so hard to not pull her back.

I took a deep, trembling breath and steadied myself. In- side, I felt like I could explode at any moment, but after seeing Warren lying there, I couldn’t let myself lose control like that again.

‘Alpha, Dottie is here.’ Jake’s mindlink dragged me back to eality. A few moments later, he reappeared, and behind him was Dottie.

“Your Highness.” Dottie lowered her head as a brief greet- ng and I gestured to her to check on Warren.

“Oh Goddess…” She put down her medicine case and started her routine immediately.

I caught Ciana’s eye for a moment and she gave me an encouraging look before she followed Dottie to Warren’s side.

My brother was still pale and pasty. Unlike before, now he was shivering a little even though Dottie had covered him in thick, down comforters. His eyes were closed, and every now and then, he winced and gasped.

Otherwise, his breathing was even.

Dottie put a wet cloth on his forehead and then put her fingers at his wrist, taking his pulse.

I swallowed into a tight, constricted throat as I stared at his unconscious form. The frown on Dottie’s face told me he wasn’t doing well.

Ciana went to the edge of the bed and took Warren’s hand. Under any other circumstances, the worry in her eyes might have sparked jealousy in me, but now, I wished I could provide some type of comfort to him as well.

My gaze fell on my hands, which were inside a pair of gloves again. They were only capable of killing and destroy- ing. They would never provide comfort.

What a pair of fucking hideous hands! I hid them in my pockets so that I didn’t need to see them.

“How is he?” Ciana asked Dottie, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

“He’s in bad shape,” Dottie said somberly.

“How bad?”

“He won’t wake up on his own. He will stay like this and get worse,” Dottie explained, her eyes darkened as she went back to tending to Warren.

“Is there… What can we do for him?” Ciana’s voice was trembling, taking the bad news in with great difficulty.

her head. “Nothing to my knowledge. This is not a normal coma,

have much effect… Do you mean there are

signed, “Maybe. A

how little hope there was, it was

“Dottie, explain,” I demanded.

able to re- store what was taken on its own. It must be replaced by an outside source.” She turned

the life back

that was the case, if I could, then

I wish it was that simple. Prince Theo, has His Majesty never told you about

head. Everything I knew. I learned from tears and blood. Why would that heartless beast ever want to share

nod. “I suppose it is up to me then. What do you know

son of the Moon Goddess,” I said, but the look on Dottie’s face implied she expected me to know more.

ruler of

a very small part of the legend,” Dottie ex- plained, “King Lycaon wasn’t the only child of

us were shocked. Nowhere had we ever heard that part of the story. We waited

of similarities, Morrighan and Lycaon were totally opposite. Well, at least their powers were. Their powers repre- sented two sides of a coin. Brightness and darkness, light and shadow…” She turned her head and glanced at me to finish. her sentence,

slightly, and Dottie leaned over, dabbing his lips with a moist cloth, wetting

Queen,

clamped my lips together and motioned for Dottie

Queen’s power is to give. Give life, rejuvenate, and create. The Dark King’s power, on the

need another reminder of what a freaking monster I

return Warren’s life essence then?” Ciana asked quickly, as if she wasn’t worried about the horrible

were born, have you ever heard about the White. Queen? Even if she exists,

world, like the

“Whatever that means.”

save

my chest and

I wanted to tell you was perhaps King Sebastian knows of

read the look on Jake’s face. We both knew my bastard of a father would

might be able to do,” I said. I wasn’t done with her story. If it was something the Dark King’s descendants could do, maybe there was

brought it up like it was some great, important history lesson. Nothing she’d

sense that she was about to tell me something my father didn’t want me to know. Something that she could get

time. While tending to the sick and injured, she

I repeated the ques-

know that for sure. There is a legend that says one of the dark kings, hun- dreds of years ago, was able to save his wife by sharing his life with her. It returned her longevity. The story does not say how it was done, only that it might have occurred. King Sebastian might

of knowl- edge?” I stared at her, pressing her, “Dottie, what else are you not telling

as if she was weighing whether she should tell

the crown, but

my siblings and myself were treated by

up. Warren… is a

myself in trouble if this gets into an- other pair

my word to ensure

gave her time to consider. Ciana and

deep breath and

has a sacred artifact. Do you know what the Royal

passed down from the king to his successor, but that was more like a

not the real ar- tifact. It’s

“What’s the real artifact?”

“It’s a scroll.”