Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 678

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 678

Chapter 25 : You’re Descended from Witches

Mila’s door cracked as I pulled the lock right off in my haste to open it.

She was sitting on the floor, staring off into space, completely still like a statue.

A chair was flipped over and glass was shattered all over the table and floor. Water dripped off the edges of the table. Some of the drops hit her legs and she didn’t even react.

What the hell had happened?

Quickly, I assessed Mila. She didn’t appear to be injured. I couldn’t smell blood and none of her bones were broken. She just sat there, staring off into space, perfectly still.

Was she in shock?

I swooped down and grabbed her shoulders.

“Mila, are you okay, what happened?” I asked.

She didn’t move or react. Her eyes stayed distant and I noticed how pale she was. I shook her a little harder.

“Mila!”

Her head wobbled back and forth but she still didn’t say anything or move. I couldn’t even tell if she was breathing.

She was completely in shock, her hands balled into fists in her lap.

I raised a hand and gently patted her cheek.

“Mila, what happened?”

She blinked and her eyes snapped to me like she was seeing me for the first time. There was no expression there. She was blank, in shock.

“Soren?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s me. Are you okay, what happened here?” I asked. I nodded toward the mess on the table and the chair.

Slowly, Mila lifted her hands. She turned them up and uncurled her fingers. In her right palm, she had a fistful of ash. It wasn’t light and feathery like ashes pulled from a fire pit. They were densely packed together.

Maybe that was because she’d held them so tightly in her hand but I’d never seen ashes like that.

“What is it?” I asked.

Mila blinked at me. She glanced at her hand and then pulled away. Quickly she jumped to her feet and tossed the ashes on the floor. She clapped her hands together and wiped away the residue.

“It’s nothing,” she said, backing away from me more.

The ashes were collected in a small pile on the ground. It was unusual behavior for ashes. They might float away or scatter but not drop into a pile like grains of sand.

“Mila…”

was nothing,” she

glanced at her again she still looked dazed and confused. But she’d recovered from her shock

the vase she’d put the flowers in. Water on the table had come from the vase. The only thing

lump of ash again. The flowers were burned to ash and the vase had been smashed or maybe exploded based on how

I demanded,

“Hmph.”

with a towel. Quickly, she righted the toppled chair and then started

she carefully stepped around the ashes, like she

knew exactly what had

waited for her to respond, to say something. She kept cleaning up the

Suddenly, she hissed.

it?” I asked, moving

palms pressed together and I saw blood mixed in with what was left of the water. Crimson

wrist and her face got even paler. She gritted her

me see,” I said, holding out

head. “I can take

refusal, I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands apart. There was a long gash across her palm and I could see a sliver of glass deeply embedded

get that glass out or the bleeding won’t

into the bathroom. I found a first aid kit

here,”

didn’t resist my request. She

tweezers out of the first aid kit. “This is going to

handle it,”

Mila. Sliding between her legs, I was surprised when she tightened them briefly around

and just stared at the bloody gash on

The sliver of glass glinted and I probed her wound

and her

the tweezers but

eyes shut and sucked in a

I pulled the glass out and Mila

“Thanks,” she murmured.

said, putting a piece of cotton in her hand. She held it in place while I prepared a bandage and

was looking at me. There

it is alright to have someone looking

as I took the

winced and bit

in your hand,” I told

grabbed my hand, sandwiching it between her hands. She ran

right now,” she said, her cheeks

She was being too nice, too seductive. I knew that meant she was

a little extra

flitted her eyes to the side for a moment. Then she looked

coming to check on me,” she said in a

hand and touched her cheek. “I told

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