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

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

I

didn’t know anything

and whispering incantations, did that

a witch?” I asked, breathing

don’t know,” Soren

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

dreams were

used a spell on me. She… she asked me to come find her.

you, Mila. It was just a dream,” Soren said

I nodded against him.

me here through dreams,” I

because some hidden knowledge inside of you

I couldn’t. “If she is a witch… does

and as soon as

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

was the only one that ever

than me if you’re a witch,” he said. He rubbed my back

“I don’t know… I…”

other memories pressing at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to remember them but

you

I mean?”

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

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

talk to me,” Soren

shook my head again.

“Why?” he asked.

kept my face buried in his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t pull away from

she was horrible. She always used me. And I had to get

making any

ever liked me… they kicked me and

“Mila!”

put his hands on my shoulders.

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

“O-okay,” I whispered.

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

wrap his arms around me

totally lost it,” I said,

all have our moments.” He rested his hands on my

I was orphaned, and my foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead. “She was nothing but a murderer and she used me to

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

dress me up nicely, do my hair, and leave me all alone in

go back in time and stop the little girl I used to be from helping

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

I

mother said. They’d stay for a day or two and then disappear. They never said goodbye and

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

she was just robbing them. It 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

he squeezed my knee

fight ended but… I never

into 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 around

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

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

was made of silver, both the blade and the

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

on the knife, but the pain inside of me was so strong and so terrible

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