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

reoccurring dream I had about Helen surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream. I

I know

know anything about magic!

and

a witch?” I

don’t know,” Soren

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

the dreams

she used a spell on

a spell on you, Mila. It was just a

I nodded against him.

she led me here through dreams,” I

believe that. You’re here because some hidden knowledge

him, but I couldn’t. “If she is

and as soon as they were

against him. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek and I wanted

where I went, he was the

me if you’re a witch,” he said. He

“I don’t know… I…”

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

you mean?” Soren

mean?” I

my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed

I buried my face in Soren’s chest and I shook my head. Tears sprang to my eyes but I refused to let

to

shook my head again.

“Why?” he asked.

head, kept my face buried in his shirt. I

mother, she was horrible. She always used me.

any

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

“Mila!”

back and put his hands on my

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

“O-okay,” I whispered.

guided me to the chair and pushed me down. Once I was sitting, I didn’t feel

his arms around me again and hold me close, I needed to

lost it,” I

We all have our moments.” He

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

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

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

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

tried to get me to go with them with promises of food and comfort. It was tempting… but instead, I

I squinted my eyes

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

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

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

but he squeezed my knee and nodded encouragingly at

before the fight ended but… I never saw

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

old I was. Wearing a pure white

gap in her teeth was like a doorway to hell.

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

blood and that’s when I remember the rusty stains on my dress were blood, too.

blood on the knife, but the pain inside of me was so strong

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