Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee Chapter 258

258-The Broken Warrior Author's POV: Years Ago: • "So, what do I have to do?" Mrs. Gray asked

Hazel,who had promised to help Mrs.Gray.

"I can turn him into a hybrid, part wolf, part vampire, in order to save his life.

But he will need blood.

And because he is created by blood magic, he will need pure blood till he turns 18." Hazel told

Mrs.Gray, confusing her even more.

"Here is the plan," Hazel whispered.

"I will turn him into a hybrid after you give birth to a new baby.

That baby will be his blood bank until Geralt turns 18, and then he can fetch blood from anyone.

Now! This will also help you with the prophecy.

One of your sons will be murdered by the hands of his mate when he turns 21 or

shortlyafterward.

So this new baby can come in handy.

We can dodge the prophecy by removing his pendant and making him get his wolf, but by that

time, hewill no longer have any strength or body parts to even utilize his wolf.

Hence, he will be useless.

However, he will be able to find a mate.

On his 21st birthday, you can pay the mate to kill him.

Geralt will be free of everything, and in return, he will become one of the most powerful

creatures.

But remember, you must not love the other son, or it will become hard for you to make him

sacrificeso much for Geralt." Hazel told Mrs.Gray everything that needed to be done to save

Geralt.

And Mrs.Gray did just that.

She was closer to Geralt because he was conceived when her marriage had hit the rocks.

After seeing Geralt, Mr.Gray decided to not reject Mrs.Gray and keep her as his Luna.

Once Mrs.Gray left, she followed the orders and everything carried on perfectly fine until Geralt's 18th birthday.

Things went downhill pretty quickly in a week when Mrs.Gray walked downstairs to a petrifying sight.

"No! No!" she shook her head in disbelief.

"Not after I did everything to keep you alive," she hysterically cried when kneeling down beside her son and crying

her heart out.

Maynard was standing beside him with a fire going on in the fireplace and Olivia crawling away from them.

She had figured the family was crazy.

If she didn't leave, they would kill her.

"No! my son!" Mrs.Gray screamed in agony.

It was as if he was never meant to live past 18.

She went above and beyond and still lost him.

It didn't take her long to raise her face and stare at Maynard, who was watching her with a look in hiseyes that

scared her.

"My son!" Mrs.Gray's eyes carried the same love they used to have for Geralt.

Maynard frowned, stepping away from his mother.

"My son! I don't want him anymore.

It is going to be you." Mrs.Gray now needed a son who can save her marriage.

After the loss of Geralt, Mr.Gray might fall out of love with her again, and if Maynard too died, then he would look

for another mate.

Mrs.Gray didn't want that to happen.

"You will be the alpha now," Mrs.Gray mumbled.

"You will be my only son," knowing Maynard would be dying to be her favorite.

"Come here, my son!" She got up on her feet and spread her arms wide like an eagle.

Maynard kept staring at her with tears in her eyes.

"Mom!" he uttered, ready to jump into his mother's arms and cry his heart out.

Mrs.Gray tightly hugged him, patting his back and comforting him.

"We need to protect Oliv—ia.

He rap-ed her.

Please take care of her," Maynard cried to his mother, who shook her head at him.

"We don't need to talk about that.

We just know she stole the weapons and the rest I will take care of.

Do you know what would have happened if everybody found out you killed Geralt? They will kill

you." Mrs.Gray knew Maynard was still weak in his heart.

He would never want to tolerate punishment.

"But what— about her—?" Maynard stuttered, the first time feeling mother cup his face and kiss

hisforehead.

"I will take care of it. She will remain unharmed, but she will not return here.

You killed her rapist, so the justice has been served," Mrs.Gray convinced Maynard it will all be

fine.

She had to come up with a story to protect her son, Maynard, now.

As for Olivia, ‘she ran straight into her father's arms and told him everything about Geralt.

"I couldn't bring the weapons, instead—" she repeated once again.

Her father knew what happened, he was upset.

But not because his daughter went through so much, only because she didn't bring the

weapons.

"This was our only chance, and you messed it up." Marcellus shook his head, dragging a dagger

out of a bag and attacking his daughter on the ground.

"Fathe—r!" she gasped, her eyes showing fear and pain of betrayal.

"I am sorry! You are of no use to me now," Marcellus didn't want to keep a broken warrior.

"I will prepare Poppy. She is anyway more powerful than you." As he killed his daughter, his

people arrived to check up on their beloved Olivia.

"A sad demise!" Marcellus didn't want to be seen as a ruthless leader in his subjects’ eyes.

He knew if he could kill his daughter, he could kill them too, and he didn't want that reputation.

Out of fear of them finding out he killed her, he had to instantly come up with a lie and give his

people a directionto look towards and not focus on him.

"Lord Gray's son Maynard did this to her.

He sent her into the woods, all bruised up.