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…”

Soren

dream I had about Helen surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream. I didn’t know the words but I knew it was

I know

didn’t know anything about magic!

to me in dreams and whispering incantations,

is she a witch?” I

don’t know,”

tell and I’d

knew the dreams

since I was a girl,” I blurted out. “And she used a spell on me. She… she

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

I nodded against him.

led me here through dreams,”

don’t believe that. You’re here because some hidden knowledge

“If

barely say the words and as soon as they were

my cheek and I wanted to stay protected in his arms forever. It was

I went, he was the only one that

better than me if you’re a witch,”

“I don’t know… I…”

I didn’t want to remember them but I did at the same time. I felt like I

do you

mean?”

fog 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

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

talk to me,”

shook my head again. “No,”

“Why?” he asked.

buried in his shirt. I couldn’t look

knew them. But my foster mother, she was

making any sense,” Soren

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

“Mila!”

hands on my shoulders. He

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

“O-okay,” I whispered.

sitting, I didn’t

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

totally lost it,” I

have our moments.” He rested his hands on

mother…” I sighed and pressed my hand to my forehead. “She was nothing

at Soren. He watched me with steady eyes, completely open and receptive to what I had to say. My reservations

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

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

attention. They’d be concerned that I was 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 foster mother,” I

and I squinted

They never said

and patiently. I’d never told anyone this and my heart fluttered

hoped she was just robbing them. It was worse than that… much worse. One night, I was woken up by the sounds of fighting. I

Soren didn’t speak, but he squeezed

the fight ended but… I never saw

eyes and sighed. 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

in a ball 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 substance. I hugged myself and

stood over me, a cruel, twisted smile on her lips. The gap in her teeth

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

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

pain inside of me was

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