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

care if their temple was

feeling or the desire

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

go inside,

lip and glanced around. Maybe, I

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

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

pecked at the outside of the temple, sending horrible,

front of my nose but

see anything at all. Other than invading plants and

through the rubble. One path that led deeper into

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

rub the goosebumps away. The beams creaked, threatening to

I supposed to do with this?” I

that had been left with the

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

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

card

end of the path, where it

flipped the card over, wondering if there were

down the dark path again. It looked like

pocket. I’d come this far on my own and so far, I had

narrow path. I sucked in my stomach and navigated around fallen beams

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

That had been hairraising.

some that were so beautifully carved with intricate

“Oh…”

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

a moonbeam lit up one specific gravestone. The others stayed hidden

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

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

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

my mind that this was what I was

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

the

“What now…”

the ground and the strong scent of freshly turned earth hit my nose.

you’ve got to be

seriously going to dig

wasn’t a grave. Someone had obviously moved the

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

and dug until my knife hit something with a loud thud. Setting my knife aside, I started

coffin,” I whispered to

definitely wasn’t a coffin! The box was small enough