Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 49 Theo’s Past II

After Zade’s death, Father decided to put me in training. He sent the best mentors to train me. I worked really hard be- cause I wanted to become the strongest warrior; perhaps then my mother would be proud and would want to see me again.

What I didn’t know was that my father expected some- thing different from me. He didn’t need me to become a war- rior. He needed me to be a killer.

When I was ten years old, King Sebastian started a pro- gram where he would allow prisoners a chance to gain their freedom.

These were the worse sort of criminals murderers, rapists, those that had robbed others violently. He made it seem so simple for them.

“Defeat my son, a little boy, and you will walk free.”

Of course, these hardened criminals had jumped at the chance. What would a ten–year–old do to stop them? Those monsters didn’t mind tearing a child apart in exchange for their freedom.

But it never happened that way.

As much as I could use my battle skills to protect myself, I was too young and was no match against full–grown men. As a result, almost always, at the end of each fight, I’d end up draining them of their lives, along with their dreadful emo-tions before their deaths.

Watching the lifeless bodies collapse in front of my eyes became the worst of my childhood nightmares. I wasn’t able to have a single night of peaceful sleep. Whether I was awake or asleep during the night, I always felt as if numerous eyes were watching me, condemning me for taking their lives.

I was tormented. I hated my power – because of it, not only did I absorb the terror of those who were killed by me, but I also got all of their horrible traits – the parts that made them criminals to begin with. I was no longer capable of smil- ing, of showing kindness. Their emotions became mine, and I couldn’t escape them.

“Father, I can’t do this anymore…” I begged him. “I’ll work hard to be a good warrior and you can put me into any train- ing but this. Please!”

“Nonsense!” he said. Then he softened his expression and encouraged me. “They’re murderers, son,” he told me. “They deserve to die. You’re doing the entire kingdom a service in getting rid of them.”

I’d nod and try to believe that was true so that I could feel just slightly better for what I did. I was desperate, and I went to my mother again, because I didn’t even remember how many trials I’d been through without actually being able to see her.

I wanted to tell her that I was doing the kingdom a ser- vice, and that maybe she shouldn’t be locking me out of her life.

When I told her the situation through her closed door, un- like usual where she was just silent, this time, I heard her say, “Whether they deserve to die or not should not be your deci- sion, Theo.”

Tears had stung my eyes at her words. “Mother!” I shout- ed. “I had no choice! If I didn’t kill them, they would kill me!”

After a long while, I heard her say, “I know.” It seemed that she sighed, but then, her tone was sharp again. “But keep in mind that you have no right to take lives, and neither does anyone else!”

From that point on, I trained hard in battling with a knife. I was unable to shift into my wolf because I was still too young, so I had to rely on being a keen fighter in my human form.

Eventually, I became so skilled in the art of fighting that I started to win battles without having to suck the life out of anyone. In some cases, I was even able to disable them with- out having physical contact, thus sparing their lives.

choice of fighting angered my father. He saw my skills as some sort of a parlor trick, something he could show off to his friends and brag about. He shamed me for winning the fights any other

to go back to the old way, he threw me in a jail

you must respect it, honor it, and make full

not weak!” I protested. “None of your warriors are able to take me down easily one on

around you. Without your divine

from the criminals I usually fought. They didn’t look fierce or evil.

I asked my

he asked me,

Your Majesty.” I nodded.

kill two of them,” he said cruelly. “Show me that you’re a strong soul, and I’ll consider releasing the

cell gate closed behind me. My eyes widened and I couldn’t believe what he’d said.

know. They’ll let you out. Otherwise, you will stay here

They were probably right to be terrified by me, a monster. But I’d made up my mind. I didn’t want to kill for no reason anymore, espe- cially not those people in front of

lives, and neither does

you come at me, I will have no choice but to make sure that you die. So… if you leave me alone,

outside, doing nothing. I didn’t talk, didn’t eat, and didn’t even drink much. I felt my body getting weaker and weaker, yet for

just died

He urged me to kill them and tried to get them to attack me. But instead, I just existed there

father,” I told him.

I opened my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom. My father was standing at the foot of my bed, a big smile

said. “That’s exactly what you needed to do! Killing two of

hadn’t attacked any- one this time….

let you do whatever you want for the rest

know exactly what had happened. I could only as- sume that after I had

needed to in order to save me–I might have sucked

away, a

I was indeed a monster.

went to

open the door. Banging on it with both fists, I asked her, “Mother, what do I do? I did everything I could to stay

door, she told me, “then remember them. Remember that

*Ciana*

on an elbow for a second as I tried to remember exactly what had

Brook and Warren lay on their sides, and

we had been gone. It

to use the crystal to replant the dreamberry

trying to figure out who was waking up. Jake sat up abruptly, looking around the