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…”

you thinking?” Soren asked kindly.

in my dream. I didn’t know the words but I knew it was

did I know

anything about magic! Did

Helen was appearing to me in dreams and whispering incantations, did that mean

is she a witch?”

don’t know,” Soren

before. I never had anyone to tell and I’d always thought

knew the dreams

I blurted out. “And she used a spell on me. She… she asked me to come find her. If she can

on you, Mila. It was just

I nodded against him.

me here through

here because some hidden knowledge inside of you

wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. “If

and as soon as they were

heartbeat against my cheek and I wanted to stay protected in his arms forever. It was the only safe place for me in the entire

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

me if you’re a witch,” he

“I don’t know… I…”

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

do you

I mean?” I repeated

these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed so far down that I hadn’t thought of

I shook my head. Tears sprang to my eyes but I

talk to

my head again.

“Why?” he asked.

in his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t

them. But my foster mother, she

not making any sense,” Soren

no one ever liked me… they kicked me and spit on me.

“Mila!”

and put his hands on my shoulders.

need you to slow down and tell me what is going on in your head. Clearly, not like a child learning to

“O-okay,” I whispered.

pushed me down. Once I was sitting, I didn’t feel as shaky. I rubbed my hands on my thighs

around me again and hold

sorry. I totally lost it,” I said,

moments.” He

I sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead. “She

Soren. He watched me with steady eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to say. My reservations melted completely away and I sighed,

never understood why she took me in because she couldn’t afford a child. But every now and then, 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 special attention, I had to bring them home,”

I could go back in time and stop the little girl I used

I 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 mother,”

and I squinted my

for a day or two and then disappear. They never said goodbye and

I’d never told anyone this and my heart fluttered away. I’d never had

I got older, I hoped she was just robbing them. It was worse than that… much worse. One night, I was

speak, but he squeezed my knee and nodded

fight ended

me under. I felt like I was

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

me, a cruel, twisted smile on her lips. The gap in her teeth was like a doorway to hell. She leered

It was made of silver, both the blade and the hilt. There were designs on the knife hilt but with tear-blurred eyes, I couldn’t see what they

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

wasn’t hurt. It wasn’t my blood on the knife, but the pain inside of me was so strong

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