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.

I

their temple was destroyed? I had no ties

feeling or the desire to see it

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

go inside, for more

and glanced around. Maybe, I shouldn’t go

in a sharp breath and shook my head. No, I’d come here for a reason. I’d come here for answers and I wasn’t

looked around in the dimness. Rotten wood permeated the air and I could see why. Several beams had rotted through and fallen across the

of the temple, sending horrible, clicking

of my nose but

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

that had been cleared through the rubble. One path that led deeper into

was scratching and crawling around in the corner, a rat or a

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 walls seemed to shiver and tremble and I wondered if

do with this?” I muttered to

been left with the bouquet didn’t have very good

it again. Before, I’d had the hotel lights on

the temple roof, the card looked completely different. The edges were gilded in a silvery, glow with a

new was written on the card now, in the

path, where

if there were more hidden instructions

again. It looked like I had no

my own and so far, I had no answers. I didn’t come all this way to

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

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

That had been hairraising.

were some that were so beautifully carved with intricate detail.

“Oh…”

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

again and a moonbeam lit up

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

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 was familiar

marble. It was a carving of a woman in a flowing dress. She was kneeling down, her

was no doubt in my mind that this was

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

the

“What now…”

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

you’ve got to be kidding me,”

seriously going to

grave. Someone had obviously moved the

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

a loud thud. Setting my knife aside, I started clearing

a coffin,”

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