Sold 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.

a normal coma,

won't have much effect... Do you mean there are

A very

was, it was better

explain," I

body isn't able to re- store what was taken on its own. It must be replaced by an outside source." She turned from

return the life back

I could, then wouldn't

she shook her head and sighed, "That wasn't what I meant. I wish it was that simple. Prince Theo, has His Majesty never told

I knew. I learned from tears and blood. Why would that heartless beast ever want to share anything with me? To him, I was only a fucking killing weapon

up to me then. What do you know about your ancestor, King Ly- caon?"

said, but the look on Dottie's face implied she expected me to know more. To be honest, I wasn't that interested in my family lineage.

of Egoren. We were all taught in nursery school."

part of the legend," Dottie ex- plained, "King Lycaon wasn't the only child of the Moon God- dess!"

ever heard that part of the story. We waited for

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

dabbing his lips with a moist cloth, wetting them so that they wouldn't crack open due to dehydration.

of light was given to Morrighan, the White Queen, and all of her descendants. The realm of shadow was given to Lycaon, the Dark King,

lips together and motioned for Dottie

life, rejuvenate, and create. The Dark King's power, on the other hand, is to take. Take life,

I didn't need another reminder of what a freaking

Warren's life essence then?" Ciana asked quickly, as if she wasn't worried about the horrible ability I was

you ever heard about the White. Queen? Even if she exists, she rules in another

like the Heavens?"

"Whatever that means."

there is no way to save Warren," Ciana muttered, despair filling her voice.

and

didn't say that either. Please don't jump to conclusions so fast. What I wanted to tell you was perhaps King Sebastian knows of a way to restore a stolen essence," Dottie suggested.

Jake's face. We both knew my bastard

her story. If it was something the

important history lesson. Nothing she'd said had been action- able, with the exception of my father

got the sense that she was about to tell me something my

time. While tending to the sick and injured, she probably heard

father help Warren?" I repeated the ques- tion more firmly.

years ago, was able to save his wife by sharing his life with her.

he has that kind of knowl- edge?" I stared at her, pressing her, "Dottie, what else are you not

as if she was weighing whether she should tell me the

was at the same eye level as hers. True that she worked for the crown, but she was one of

were treated by

is a kind soul. Help

in trouble if this gets

my word to

consider.

deep breath and looked me

has a sacred artifact. Do you know what the Royal

from the king to his successor, but that was more like a symbol of power. To my knowledge,

her head. "That's because it's not the real ar- tifact. It's

the real

"It's a scroll."