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 kindly. He kissed my temple

surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream.

did I

know anything

appearing to me in dreams and

witch?” I asked,

don’t know,” Soren

to tell and I’d always thought it

dreams

a spell on

you, Mila. It was just a dream,” Soren

I nodded against him.

me here through dreams,”

hidden knowledge inside of you

him, but I couldn’t. “If she is

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

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

went, he was the

me if

“I don’t know… I…”

other memories pressing at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to remember them but I did at the same time. I felt like I had to know the

do you mean?” Soren

I mean?” I

from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d

my head. Tears sprang to my eyes

talk to me,”

my head

“Why?” he asked.

kept shaking my head, kept my face buried in his shirt.

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

any sense,” Soren

they kicked me and spit on me. But

“Mila!”

put his hands on

and tell me what is going on in your

“O-okay,” I whispered.

I was sitting, I didn’t feel as shaky. I rubbed my hands on my

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

I totally lost it,” I said, touching

Mila. We all have our moments.” He rested his

was orphaned, and my foster mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to my

open and receptive to what I had to say. My reservations

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

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

get me to go with them with promises of food

and I squinted

said goodbye and my foster mother told me it was because

told anyone this and my heart fluttered away. I’d never had anyone pay so much

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

squeezed my

before the fight ended but… I never saw that person

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

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 substance. I hugged

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

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

dress were blood, too. I wanted to

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

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