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.

the temple so ruined and broken made my heart ache. I didn’t know

was destroyed?

feeling or the desire to see

and the back of my neck stood on end. A shiver ran down my spine and I stared at

dangerous to go

chewed my lower lip and glanced

here for a reason. I’d come here for

I could see why. Several beams had rotted through and fallen

the outside of the temple, sending horrible, clicking echoes

hand in front of

eyes to see anything at all. Other than invading plants

rubble. One path that led deeper into the temple and into

in the corner, a rat or a mouse. When I listened more carefully, I could hear other things moving around

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 beams creaked, threatening to break apart even more. The stone

am I supposed to do with this?”

card that had been left with the

pocket and examined it again. Before,

roof, the card looked completely

written on the card now, in

of the path, where it meets

the card over, wondering if there were more hidden instructions on

wandered down the dark path again. It looked like I had no choice. To get my answers,

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

carefully maneuvered down the narrow path. I sucked in my stomach and navigated around fallen beams and crumbling walls. If I

was outside again, I took a deep breath of fresh air. I fanned myself with my hand, sweat making my

That had been hairraising.

at all the stone statues I’d wandered into. There were some that were so

“Oh…”

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

clear again and a moonbeam lit up one specific gravestone. The others stayed hidden in

couldn’t get a clearer sign than that.

deliberate carvings on it that could have been a language or some kind of

It was a carving of a woman in a flowing dress. She was kneeling down, her arms wrapped around the neck of a large wolf. The statue was absolutely beautiful, even if

in my mind that this was

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

nothing… I examined the headstone twice just

“What now…”

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

you’ve got to be kidding me,” I

going to dig up a

it wasn’t a grave. Someone had obviously moved the dirt around and maybe they buried

knife out and dropped to my knees. Careful to limit my search to the area where the dirt was freshly turned, I started digging with my knife

dug and dug until my knife hit something with a loud thud.

be a coffin,” I whispered

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