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

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

did I

know anything about magic! Did

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

is she a witch?”

know,”

had anyone to tell

the dreams were

“And she used a spell on

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

I nodded against him.

me here

because some hidden knowledge inside of you brought

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

words and as soon as they were out of my

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 place for

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

know better than me

“I don’t know… I…”

didn’t want to remember them but I did at the same time.

do you

I mean?” I repeated

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

my head. Tears

talk to

head

“Why?” he asked.

his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t pull

But my foster mother, she was horrible. She

making any sense,” Soren

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

“Mila!”

put his hands on my shoulders. He stared deeply

down and tell me what is going on in your head. Clearly, not like a child

“O-okay,” I whispered.

me down. Once I was sitting, I didn’t feel as shaky. I rubbed

his arms around me again and hold

sorry. I totally lost it,” I said,

Mila. We all have our moments.”

foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to

glanced at Soren. He watched me with steady eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to say. My reservations melted

mother wasn’t rich. I never understood why she 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 in populated areas. My instructions were simple, if anyone paid

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

of them tried to get me to go with them with promises of

throat tightened and I

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

remained quiet, listening attentively and patiently. I’d never told anyone this and my heart fluttered away. I’d

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

he squeezed my

fight ended but… I never

memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like I was being tossed around in a violent storm as I

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

foster mother stood over me, a cruel, twisted smile on her lips. The gap in her teeth was like a doorway to hell. She leered at me, her eyes bright and

jiggled and she raised a knife in the air. It was made of silver, both the blade

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

the knife, but the pain inside of me

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