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…”

thinking?” Soren asked kindly. He

a spell in

did I

know anything about

and whispering

is she a witch?” I asked, breathing

know,”

I never had anyone to tell and I’d

the 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

spell on you, Mila. It

I nodded against him.

me here

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

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

barely say the words and as soon as they were out of my

tightened his arms around me and squeezed me against him. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek and I

was the only one that

better 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

do you

do I mean?”

these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed so

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

to

head again. “No,” I

“Why?” he asked.

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

my foster mother, she was horrible. She always used me. And

any sense,”

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

“Mila!”

and put his hands on my shoulders. He stared

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

“O-okay,” I whispered.

me 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

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

I totally lost it,” I said, touching

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

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

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

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

them like I could go back in time and stop the little girl I used to be

alone. Many of them tried to get me to go with them with promises

I squinted

a day or two and then disappear. They never said goodbye and my foster mother told me it was because I’d done

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

seemed like after the guests left, suddenly, my foster mother had money. As I got older, I hoped she was just robbing them. It was worse than that… much worse. One night, I was woken up

he squeezed my

ran off before the fight ended but… I

a new memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like I was being tossed

was. Wearing a pure white dress that was stained with blood

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

silver, both the blade and the hilt. There were designs on the knife hilt but

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

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

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