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.

tears stung my eyes. Seeing the temple so ruined and broken made my heart ache. I didn’t know why it was so

care if their temple was destroyed? I had no

feeling or the desire

my spine and I stared at the looming, eerie temple. The fact was, this place wasn’t as beautiful as it once was and it was

go inside, for

lip and glanced around. Maybe,

my head. No, I’d come here

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

pecked at the outside of the temple, sending horrible, clicking

in front of my nose but

than invading plants and fallen beams, there wasn’t much

had been cleared through the rubble. One path that

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

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 it was even safe to walk

supposed to do with this?” I muttered to

with

out of my pocket and examined it again. Before,

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

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

of the path, where it

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

descriptive. My eyes wandered down the dark path again. It looked like I had no choice. To get my answers, I’d have

my own and so far, I had no

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

me out the back of the temple. As soon as I was outside again, I took a deep breath of fresh

That had been hairraising.

were so beautifully carved with intricate detail. Others were less elaborate and only had names written on

“Oh…”

in a graveyard. Swallowing hard, I rubbed my hands on my thighs. Meeting a stranger at night in a foggy graveyard. I was counting the ways this could turn into

again and a moonbeam lit up one

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

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

flowing dress. She was kneeling down, her arms wrapped around

that this was

smooth marble. Maybe there was a secret compartment or hidden button that would lead

nothing… I examined the headstone twice just to be

“What now…”

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

be

seriously going to dig up

obviously moved the dirt around and maybe they buried something

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

until my knife hit something with a loud thud.

coffin,” I whispered

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