Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 438

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.”
The elder paused for a second and continued, “May she find her way into the arms of the Goddess, and may she be free from the burden of this world and reunited with the ancestors from times passed. We will meet you again, dear one.”
The elder splashed the clear water on top of the white coffin. Each person stepped toward the elder and dipped their hand in the bowl.
I could hear the faint sniffs of servants all around me. Everyone was broken. I could tell Maggie had touched each and every one of their hearts in some way or another.
When it was my turn to sprinkle the water, I hesitated for a second. How I wished this wasn’t how we parted ways with Maggie.
Warren gently pushed the small of my back.
I sprinkled the pure liquid on top of the coffin.
“Go well, Maggie,” I whispered and moved along so Warren and Demarco could say their farewell too.
After the service was completed, the coffin slowly began to be lowered into the ground.
Demarco lost it at that moment. Every cry he uttered broké something inside of me.
What was it like to lose your light and hope? That was what I had been told losing a mate was like. It was an experi- ence I dearly wished I would never know.

stood beside me with silent tears streaming down his face. He held onto my hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. Even though my hand hurt from Warren’s grip, I didn’t pull it back, as I knew it was nothing compared to the pain in Warren’s heart. After the burial, we all gathered inside the cottage, apart from Demarco who needed a moment to himself. As for Warren, he spent the rest of the day sitting next to Maggié’s gravestone, keeping his silence. ‘Ciana, if you don’t mind, I want to talk to Maggie for a lit tle

From the pieces and bits that I picked up from the servants, this summer home wasn’t just a random property that Prince Warren happened to own. In fact, it was the place where both Maggie and Warren spent many of their childhood summers with their mother.
The inside of the cottage was as beautiful as its outside. Hardwood floors were in every room apart from the kitchen, which had white tiling. Again, not that it was expensively lav-

and Warren wore matching wetsuits, standing next to a lake. “When we were young, Maggie and 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 to be my humble and faithful servant for a month. Ever since then, she had always been there for me.” He looked down at his drink and then back at the picture. His face was softened and there was a spark in his eyes. However,soon the glimmer dimmed and pain swam back. “Can we go into the gardens? I want to show you some- _thing.” I nodded and

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