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…”

Soren asked kindly. He

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

I

anything about magic! Did

Helen was appearing to me in dreams and

she a witch?” I asked, breathing

don’t know,” Soren

dreams before. I never had anyone to tell and I’d always thought it was just a fantasy

the dreams

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

on you, Mila. It was

I nodded against him.

me here through dreams,”

don’t believe that. You’re here because some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you here,” he told

believe him, but I couldn’t. “If

words and as soon as they were out

my cheek and I wanted to stay

was the only

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

“I don’t know… I…”

back of my mind. I didn’t want to remember them but I did at the same time. I felt like

do you mean?” Soren

mean?”

felt like a fog lifted from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed so far down that I hadn’t thought of

my head. Tears sprang to

to me,” Soren

head again. “No,” I

“Why?” he asked.

my head, kept my face buried in his shirt. I

mother, she was horrible. She always used

any

and spit on me. But I never did

“Mila!”

back and put his hands on my

tell me what is going on in your

“O-okay,” I whispered.

pushed me down. Once I was sitting, I didn’t

to wrap his arms around me again and

I totally lost it,” I said, touching my

okay, Mila. We all have our moments.” He rested his hands on

orphaned, and my foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to

to what I had to say. My reservations melted completely away and

nicely,

twisted my hands in my lap, ringing them like I could go back in time and stop the little girl I used to be from

to get me to go with them with promises of food and comfort. It was tempting… but instead, I always brought them to my

I squinted my

of ours. That’s what my foster mother said. They’d stay for a day or two and then disappear. They never said goodbye and my foster mother told me it was because I’d done things to upset them and I’d have to

listening attentively and patiently. I’d never told anyone this and my heart fluttered away. I’d never had anyone pay so much attention

was worse than that… much worse. One night, I was woken up by the sounds of fighting. I crept downstairs and saw my foster mother fighting one of our ‘guests.’ He said some

he squeezed

off before the fight ended but… I never saw that

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

was. Wearing a pure white dress that was stained with blood

her

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

dress were blood, too. I wanted to shout

blood on the knife, but the pain inside of me was so strong and so terrible I felt like my entire

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