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…”

what are you thinking?” Soren asked kindly. He

She’d used a spell in my dream.

I know

didn’t know anything about

and whispering incantations,

a witch?” I asked, breathing

know,” Soren

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

the dreams were

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

you, Mila. It was

I nodded against him.

here through dreams,”

knowledge inside of

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

say the words and as soon as they were out of my mouth I shivered and

me and squeezed me against him. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek and I wanted to

he was

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

“I don’t know… I…”

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

do you

do I mean?”

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

my head. Tears sprang to my

talk to

my head again.

“Why?” he asked.

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

my parents I never knew them. But my foster mother, she was horrible. She always used me. And I

making any

no one ever liked me… they kicked me and spit on me. But I never did anything

“Mila!”

his hands on my

down and tell me what is going on in

“O-okay,” I whispered.

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

to wrap his arms around me

it,” I

moments.” He

orphaned, and my foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead. “She was

eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to

foster 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 me special attention, I had to bring them

in my lap, ringing them like I could go back in time

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

and I

and then disappear. They never said goodbye and my foster mother

my heart fluttered away.

night, I was woken up by the sounds of fighting. I crept downstairs and saw my foster mother fighting one of our ‘guests.’ He

didn’t speak, but he squeezed my knee

fight ended but… I never

sighed. Reflected in his bright, shining orbs, a new memory surfaced and dragged me under. I felt like I was being tossed around

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

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

the air. It was made of silver, both the blade and the hilt. There were designs on the knife hilt but with

dripping blood and that’s when I remember the rusty stains on my dress were blood, too. I wanted to shout and scream but all I could

the pain inside of me was so strong and so terrible I felt like my entire body would break

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