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…”

Mila, what are you thinking?” Soren asked kindly. He kissed my temple

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

did I

anything about magic! Did

appearing to me in dreams and whispering

she a witch?” I asked,

know,” Soren

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

dreams

“And she used a spell on me. She… she asked me

didn’t use a spell on you, Mila. It was just a dream,”

I nodded against him.

me here

here because some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you

couldn’t. “If she

words and as soon as they were out of my mouth I

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

where I went, he was

know better than me if

“I don’t know… I…”

were other memories pressing at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to remember them but I did at the same time. I felt like I had to know

you

mean?”

fog lifted from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d

I shook my head.

to

my head again.

“Why?” he asked.

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

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

not making any sense,” Soren

me… they kicked me and spit on me. But I never did anything to

“Mila!”

and put his hands on my shoulders. He stared deeply into

you to slow down and tell me what is going on in your head. Clearly,

“O-okay,” I whispered.

to the chair and pushed me down. Once I was sitting, I didn’t feel as shaky. I rubbed my

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

I totally lost it,”

all have our moments.” He rested his hands on

you know, I was orphaned, and my foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead. “She was nothing

completely open and receptive to what I had to say. My

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

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

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

a day or two and then disappear. They never said

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

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

Soren didn’t speak, but he squeezed my

off before the fight ended but… I never saw

memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like I was

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 rusty colored substance. I hugged

in her teeth was like a doorway to hell. She leered at me,

in the air. 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

the rusty stains on my dress

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

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