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

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

did I

didn’t know anything

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

a witch?” I

don’t know,” Soren

had anyone to tell and I’d always thought it

knew the dreams were

in dreams, ever since I was 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

a spell on you, Mila.

I nodded against him.

here

that. You’re here because some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you here,”

believe him, but I couldn’t. “If she is a witch…

the words and as soon as they were

felt his 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

was the only one

sorry I said that. You would know better than me if you’re a

“I don’t know… I…”

remember them

you mean?”

mean?” I repeated his

from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed so far down that I

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

talk to me,” Soren

shook my head again.

“Why?” he asked.

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

knew them. But my foster mother, she

making any sense,” Soren

and spit on me. But I never did

“Mila!”

hands on my shoulders. He stared

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 hands on my thighs and took a deep, centering

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

lost it,” I

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

mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to

with steady eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to say. My reservations melted completely away and I sighed, my

every now and then, she’d dress me up nicely, do my hair, and leave me

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

Many of them tried to get me to go with them with promises of food and comfort. It

I

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 and

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

them. It was worse than that… much worse. One night, I was woken up by the sounds of fighting. I

Soren didn’t speak, but he squeezed my knee and nodded encouragingly

ended

his bright, shining orbs, a new memory surfaced and dragged me

was curled in a ball on the floor, crying. I couldn’t even tell how old I was. Wearing a pure white dress

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

entire body jiggled and she raised a knife 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 were blood, too. I wanted to

but the pain inside of me was so strong and so terrible I felt

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