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 kissed my temple

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

I

anything about magic!

to me in dreams and

a witch?” I asked, breathing

know,”

tell

the dreams were real

a girl,” I blurted out. “And she used a spell on me. She… she asked me to come find her. If she can get in my dreams,

Mila.

I nodded against him.

led me here through

some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you here,” he told

I couldn’t. “If she is a witch… does that

and as soon as they were out of my mouth I

cheek and I wanted to stay protected in his arms forever. It was the only safe place

where I went, he was

better than me if

“I don’t know… I…”

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

you mean?”

do I mean?”

felt like a fog lifted from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details

buried my face in Soren’s chest and I shook my head. Tears sprang to my eyes but I refused to let

talk to me,” Soren

my head

“Why?” he asked.

my head, kept my face buried in his shirt. I couldn’t look

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

any sense,” Soren

no one ever liked me… they kicked me and spit

“Mila!”

leaned back and put his hands on my shoulders. He stared deeply

me what is going on in your head. Clearly, not like

“O-okay,” I whispered.

was sitting, I didn’t feel

much as I wanted Soren to wrap his arms around me again and hold me close, I

it,” I said,

have our moments.” He

and my foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead. “She was nothing but a

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

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

like I could go back in time and stop the little

me special attention. They’d be concerned that 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,

and I squinted my eyes

That’s what my foster mother said. They’d stay for a day or two and then disappear. They never said

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

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 strange words and caused

didn’t speak, but he squeezed my knee

ended but… I

his bright, shining orbs, a new memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like

I couldn’t even tell how old I was. Wearing a pure white dress that was stained with blood and a

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

in the air. It was made of silver, both the blade and the

the rusty stains on my dress were blood, too. I wanted to

pain inside of me was so

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