Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 669

Chapter 16 : Don’t Come any Closer

*Mila*

The fog closed around me like a blanket. I had to admit, thick fog was the best way to stay hidden and move unnoticed through a creepy village like Miltern.

My feet seemed to know exactly where to go as I moved closer to the center of the village and the Central Temple.

I hesitated and glanced back toward the hotel. It was completely hidden in the fog.

I snuck off again. I couldn’t help but feel uncertain about neglecting to tell Soren I was leaving.

Soren had been nice to me and saved my life. What if he could help me?

Shaking my head, I kept forging through the fog.

“Get a grip, Mila,” I muttered to myself.

Soren could play the “nice guy” all he wanted but he had secrets and ulterior motives.

I sniffed. And he accused me of being the secretive one! Hadn’t he made some big deal with his men about not prying into anyone’s past? Why did he feel the need to pry into mine?

Groaning, I picked up my pace. It was so quiet in the night and no one was around but my steps barely made a sound, like the fog absorbed them.

When I got to the center of the village, the fog parted slightly and moonlight streamed down on a large, majestic building. Or, it would have been majestic…

The temple was a huge, square pagoda that rose so high it practically blocked out the stars. Crows sat on the edge of the roof tiers, pecking and warbling to each other. I could see their eyes flashing in the dim moonlight.

They looked like guardians of the temple, or maybe they were harbingers of death.

Did they ever sleep?

Vines and moss clung to the exterior of the building. In some places, the walls had crumbled away and the plants had forced their way inside.

It must have been abandoned for a long, long time.

What kind of person would want me to meet them in a creepy place like this!?

Looking at the temple, I thought it felt familiar. Not the way it looked now. I could almost imagine what it looked like when it wasn’t falling apart. A green, tin gilded with gold. The stone exterior polished and carved with familiar designs.

I could practically envision the cherry trees growing out front with their pink and white blossoms. Those trees were rotted, now.

How was it possible I could imagine what a building looked like that I’d never seen before? My imagination wasn’t that good.

This temple must have been great and beautiful once. My heart thrummed and I felt a strong desire to see it restored. It was a symbol of hope and life, two things Miltern was desperately missing.

If their temple was restored, perhaps their vibrancy would be too.

broken made my heart ache. I didn’t know

their temple was destroyed? I had no ties to these

or the desire to see it back

on end. A shiver ran down my spine and I stared at the looming, eerie temple. The fact was, this place wasn’t as beautiful as it

could be dangerous to go inside, for more than

lower lip and glanced

my head. No, I’d come here for a reason. I’d come here for

my nose, I looked around in the dimness. Rotten wood permeated the air and I

the outside of the temple, sending horrible, clicking

hand in front of my nose but the smell

to see anything at all. Other than invading plants and fallen

path that had been cleared through the rubble. One path that

corner, a rat or a mouse. When I listened more

insect wings. Shuddering, I wrapped my arms around myself. My skin crawled and I tried to rub the goosebumps away. The beams creaked, threatening to break apart even more. The stone walls seemed to shiver and tremble

I supposed to do with this?” I

card that had been left with the bouquet

pulled the card out of my pocket and examined it again. Before,

the moonbeams that penetrated holes in the temple roof, the card looked completely different. The edges were gilded

was written on the card now, in the same invisible, moon-activated

the path,

over, wondering if there were more hidden instructions

looked like

hesitated again and then slipped the card into my pocket. I’d come this far on my own and so far, I had no answers. I didn’t come all this way to leave empty

in my stomach and navigated around fallen beams and

As soon as I was outside again, I took a deep breath of fresh air. I fanned myself

That had been hairraising.

were so beautifully

“Oh…”

at night in a foggy graveyard. I was counting the ways this could turn

seemed to clear again and a moonbeam lit up one specific gravestone. The others stayed

get a clearer sign than that. Maybe it was magic or

I approached didn’t have a name on it. At least, not one that I could read. There were deliberate carvings on it that could have been a language or some kind of writing. It was faded and did not have any symbols or characters I

woman in a flowing dress. She was kneeling down, her arms wrapped around the neck of a large wolf. The

mind that this

smooth marble. Maybe there was a secret compartment or hidden button that would lead me to the next

I examined the headstone twice just to

“What now…”

scent of freshly turned earth hit my nose. Glancing down, I noticed that the ground at the base of the

got to be kidding me,”

seriously going to dig

it wasn’t a grave. Someone had obviously moved the dirt around

my knees. Careful to limit my search to the area where the dirt was

until my knife hit something with a loud

a coffin,”

of the gravestone. It definitely wasn’t a coffin! The box was small enough for me to hold and I pulled it