Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 679

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 679

Chapter 26 : I’m Not a Witch

*Mila*

Soren’s accusation rang in my head like a gong.

He took a few steps toward me, arms outstretched like he was going to hug me.

“No!” I snapped. I pushed him away and ran around the bed so he couldn’t get close to me again.

My mind raced with thoughts and images from my childhood. I grabbed the sides of my head and shook my head slowly.

“No. I’m not a witch, okay? I’m not,” I insisted, my voice calmer but no less insistent.

It was crazy for him to think that. Magic wasn’t part of my life. I mean… sometimes things just happened, but that wasn’t magic. It was just… divine intervention.

“I’m not a witch. I can’t be a witch,” I repeated to myself over and over again.

“Mila…”

Soren’s voice was soft and low.

I snapped my eyes to him and glared at him. I didn’t want him to come any closer to me.

So many memories surfaced, memories that I could hardly imagine. Were they repressed memories? Had I blocked them out?

One memory surfaced over all the others.

Before I’d left the Saboreef pack, I had found a rat in a rat trap. I hated when my foster mother set those!

Thinking the rat might still be alive, I took it out of the trap. It was dead. Or… I thought it was. I cried because the rats weren’t bad. They always ate the tainted and rotten food, which meant our rations were better.

While I cried over the rat, I remembered praying to the Moon Goddess that its soul be honored and find peace. When I touched his little body, the rat jumped up, squeaked, and sat up, cleaning its whiskers.

But it had been dead!

Had I resurrected the rat with some unknown power?

At the time, I just thought I’d made a mistake and it wasn’t dead. But I had always wondered if something else had happened.

Could I believe my own memories?

I laughed bitterly and shook my head.

“I can’t be a witch. It isn’t possible,” I insisted in a soft murmur.

Lost in thought, I hadn’t noticed Soren come around the bed. He reached for me and at his touch, I fell into his arms. He cradled me against his chest and my heart fluttered.

Pain and fear gripped my chest and my stomach. It coiled in me like a poisonous snake.

What did it mean if I couldn’t trust my own memory?

“It’s okay, Mila,” Soren cooed. He ran his fingers through my hair and pressed a warm, soft kiss on my temple.

I sighed and leaned against him.

“Don’t listen to me. I know you’re not a witch,” he said in a gentle murmur.

My mind settled slightly and I closed my eyes. I clung to his shirt like it was my only lifeline and I breathed in his delicious scent. The scent of cedar and amber in the rain. Every muscle in my body relaxed, except for my fingers as I held onto him.

“What… what if…”

are you thinking?” Soren asked kindly.

surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream. I didn’t know the

did I know

anything

to me in dreams and whispering incantations, did that mean she

witch?” I

know,” Soren

never had anyone to tell

the dreams

a spell on me. She… she asked me to come find her. If she can get in my dreams, she could

a spell on you, Mila. It was just a dream,” Soren said

I nodded against him.

led me here through dreams,”

believe that. You’re here because some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you here,” he told

him, but I couldn’t. “If she is a witch… does that mean… I

as soon as they were out of my mouth

arms around me and squeezed me against him. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek and I

matter where I went, he was the only one that ever saved

I’m sorry I said that. You would know better than me if you’re

“I don’t know… I…”

other memories pressing at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to remember them but I

you

do I mean?”

fog lifted from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in.

chest and I shook my head. Tears sprang to my eyes but I refused

talk to

head again. “No,” I

“Why?” he asked.

shirt. I couldn’t look at him.

knew them. But my foster mother, she was horrible. She always used me. And I

not making any sense,”

me… they kicked me and spit on me. But I never

“Mila!”

on my shoulders. He stared

tell me what is going on in your

“O-okay,” I whispered.

I was sitting, I didn’t feel as shaky. I rubbed my hands on my thighs and

wanted Soren to wrap his arms around

I totally lost it,”

We all have our moments.” He rested

my hand to my forehead.

steady eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to say. My reservations

she’d dress me up nicely, do my hair, and leave me all alone in populated areas. My instructions were simple, if anyone paid me

back in time and stop the little girl I used to be from helping

was a young girl all alone. Many of them tried to get me to go with them with promises of food and comfort. It was tempting… but instead, I always brought them to my foster

and I squinted my eyes

They never said goodbye

anyone this and my heart fluttered

foster mother had money. As I got older, I hoped she was just robbing them. It was worse than that… much worse. One night, I was woken up by the sounds

he squeezed my knee and

off before the fight ended but…

looked into Soren’s eyes and sighed. Reflected in his bright, shining orbs, a new memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like I was being tossed around in a violent storm as I watched the memory

even tell how old I was. Wearing a pure white dress that was stained with blood and a rusty

gap in her teeth was like a doorway to hell. She leered

jiggled and she raised a knife in the air. It was made of silver, both the blade and the hilt. There were designs on the knife hilt

dripping blood and that’s when I remember the rusty stains on my dress were blood, too. I wanted to

of me was so strong

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