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 kissed

about Helen surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream. I didn’t

did I know

didn’t know anything

dreams and whispering incantations,

she a witch?” I asked, breathing

don’t know,”

I never had anyone to tell and I’d always thought it was just a fantasy

knew the dreams

me in dreams, ever since I was a girl,” I blurted out. “And she used a spell on me. She… she asked me to come

use a spell on you, Mila. It was just

I nodded against him.

here

some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you here,” he

couldn’t. “If she is a witch… does that

soon as they were out of my mouth I

tightened his 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 only

where I went, he was the only one that ever

that. You would know better than me if you’re a witch,” he said.

“I don’t know… I…”

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

do you mean?”

I mean?” I

memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed so far down that I hadn’t

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

talk to me,”

shook my head again. “No,”

“Why?” he asked.

in his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t pull away from

knew them. But my foster mother, she was horrible.

not making any

and spit

“Mila!”

leaned back and put his hands on my shoulders. He stared deeply into my

babbling and I can’t understand you. I need you to slow down and tell me what is

“O-okay,” I whispered.

didn’t feel as shaky. I rubbed my hands on my thighs and took a deep,

arms around me again and hold me close, I needed

totally lost it,” I said, touching my

have our moments.”

and pressed my hand to my forehead.

to what I

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

could go back in time and stop the little

of them tried to get me to go with them

tightened and I squinted

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

my heart fluttered away. I’d never had

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

Soren didn’t speak, but he squeezed my knee and nodded encouragingly

off before the fight ended but… I

surfaced and dragged me under.

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

twisted smile on her lips. The gap in her

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

stains on my dress were blood, too. I

knife, but the pain inside of me was so strong and so terrible I felt like

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