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…”

you thinking?” Soren asked kindly. He kissed my temple

a spell in my dream. I didn’t know the words but I knew

I know

didn’t know anything

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

is she a witch?” I asked, breathing

don’t know,”

those dreams before. I never had anyone to tell and I’d always thought it was just a fantasy of my own

knew the dreams were real

on me.

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

I nodded against him.

me here through

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

wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. “If she is

and as soon as they were out of my mouth I

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

was the only one that ever saved

You would know better than me

“I don’t know… I…”

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

you mean?” Soren

mean?”

fog lifted from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded

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

to me,” Soren

shook my head again. “No,” I

“Why?” he asked.

my face buried in his shirt. I

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

making any sense,”

and spit on me. But

“Mila!”

on my shoulders.

I need you to slow down and tell me what is going

“O-okay,” I whispered.

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

arms around me again and

sorry. I totally lost it,” I said,

have our moments.” He rested his hands

sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead.

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

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

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

a young girl all alone. Many of them 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

and I squinted my

then disappear. They never said goodbye and my foster mother told me it was because I’d done things to upset them and I’d have to do

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

much worse. One night, I was woken up by the sounds of fighting. I crept downstairs

squeezed my knee and nodded encouragingly at

ended but…

looked into Soren’s eyes and sighed. Reflected in his bright, shining orbs, a new memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like

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

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

her entire body jiggled and she raised a knife in the air. It was made of silver, both the blade and the hilt. There

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

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

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