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…”

what are you thinking?” Soren asked kindly. He

Helen surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream. I

did I know

know anything about magic! Did

in dreams and whispering

is she a witch?” I asked, breathing

don’t know,”

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

knew the dreams were real

since I was a girl,” I blurted out. “And she used a spell on me. She… she asked

didn’t use a spell on you, Mila. It

I nodded against him.

me here through

here because some hidden knowledge

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

and as soon as they

against him. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek and I wanted to stay protected in his arms forever. It was the only safe

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

me if you’re a witch,”

“I don’t know… I…”

to remember them but I did at the same time. I felt like I had to know

you mean?”

I mean?”

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

face in Soren’s chest and I shook my head.

to

my head

“Why?” he asked.

shaking my head, kept my face buried in his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t pull

I never knew them. But my foster mother, she was horrible. She always used me. And I had

any

me and spit on me. But I never did anything to

“Mila!”

and put his hands on my shoulders.

down and tell me what is going on in

“O-okay,” I whispered.

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

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

totally lost it,” I said, touching

all have our moments.” He

hand to my forehead. “She

me with steady eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to say.

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

my hands in my lap, ringing them like I could go back in time and stop the little girl I

I was a young girl all alone. Many of them tried to get me to go with them with promises of

throat tightened and I squinted my

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

attentively and patiently. I’d never told anyone this and my

It was worse than that… much worse. One night, I

he squeezed my knee and nodded encouragingly at

ended but… I never saw that person

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

ball on the floor, crying. I couldn’t even tell how old I was. Wearing a pure white dress that was stained with blood and a

on her lips. The gap in her teeth was like a doorway to hell. She leered at me, her eyes bright

air. It was made of silver, both the blade

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

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

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