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.

ruined and broken made my heart ache. I didn’t know why it was so sad, but my heart went out

was destroyed? I had

the desire to see it

arms and the back of my neck stood 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 once was

could be dangerous to go inside,

and glanced around. Maybe,

shook my head. No, I’d come here for

and I could see why. Several beams had rotted through and fallen across the temple. Plants

at the outside of the temple,

waved my hand in front of my nose

anything at all. Other than invading plants and fallen beams, there wasn’t much to see. Everything else

was one, narrow path that had been cleared through the rubble. One path

paused. Something was scratching and crawling around in the corner, a rat or a mouse. When I listened more carefully, I could hear

squeaked and I heard the buzzing of insect wings. Shuddering, I wrapped my arms around myself. My skin crawled and I tried to rub the goosebumps away. The

do

had been left with the bouquet

I pulled the card out of my pocket and examined it again. Before, I’d had the

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

new was written on the card now,

of the path, where it meets the

flipped the card over, wondering if there were more

very descriptive. My eyes wandered down the dark path again. It looked like I

far on my own and so far, I had no answers. I

stomach and navigated around fallen beams and crumbling walls. If I nudged anything at all, the carefully balanced

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

That had been hairraising.

There were some that were so beautifully

“Oh…”

my thighs. Meeting a stranger at night in a foggy graveyard. I was counting

moonbeam lit up one specific gravestone. The others stayed hidden

grave. I couldn’t get a clearer sign than that. Maybe it was magic or the Moon Goddess

There were deliberate carvings on it that could have been a language or some kind of writing. It was faded and did not

She was kneeling down, her arms wrapped around the neck of a large wolf. The statue

was no doubt in my mind that this was what I was

the headstone and ran my fingers over the smooth marble. Maybe there was a secret compartment or hidden button that would lead me

nothing… I examined the headstone twice

“What now…”

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

got to be

seriously going to dig

wasn’t a grave. Someone had obviously moved the

knife out and dropped to my knees. Careful to limit my search to the area where the dirt

hit something with a loud thud. Setting my knife aside, I started clearing the

don’t be a coffin,”

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