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.

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

care if their temple was

feeling or the desire to see it back to its

A shiver ran down my spine and I stared at the looming, eerie temple. The fact was,

dangerous to go inside, for more than

chewed my lower lip and glanced around. Maybe, I shouldn’t

come here for a reason. I’d come here for answers and

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

the

in front of my

had to squint my eyes to see anything at all. Other than invading plants and fallen beams, there wasn’t much to see. Everything else had either been destroyed or

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

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

arms around myself. My skin crawled and I tried to rub the goosebumps away. The beams creaked,

I supposed to do with this?” I

left with the bouquet

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

dim light of the moonbeams that penetrated holes in the temple roof, the card looked completely

card now, in the

the path, where it meets

over, wondering if there

that wasn’t very descriptive. My eyes wandered down the dark path again. It looked like I had no choice. To get my answers, I’d have to follow

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

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

cleared path led 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 some that were so beautifully carved with intricate detail. Others were

“Oh…”

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

again and a moonbeam lit up one specific gravestone. The others

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

I approached 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

was kneeling down, her arms

doubt in my mind that this was what I was looking

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

the headstone twice just to

“What now…”

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

got to be kidding me,” I

seriously going to dig

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

to limit my search to the area where the dirt was freshly turned, I started digging

loud thud. Setting my knife aside, I started

coffin,”

brushed the dirt away and saw a wooden box buried at the base of the gravestone. It definitely wasn’t a coffin! The box was small