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 asked

spell in

I

anything about magic! Did

appearing to me in dreams and whispering incantations, did that mean she was

a witch?” I

know,”

had anyone to tell and I’d always

the dreams

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 dreams, she could be a

use a spell on you, Mila. It was just

I nodded against him.

led me here through dreams,” I

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

“If

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

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

went, he was the

would know better than me if

“I don’t know… I…”

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

you mean?”

I mean?” I repeated his

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

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

talk to me,” Soren

my head

“Why?” he asked.

my face buried in his shirt.

foster mother, she was

making any sense,”

kicked me and spit on me.

“Mila!”

back and put his hands on my shoulders. He stared

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

“O-okay,” I whispered.

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

wrap his arms around me

totally lost it,” I said, touching

our moments.” He

my hand to my forehead.

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

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

I could go back in time and stop the little

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

tightened and I

‘guests’ of ours. That’s what my foster mother said. They’d stay for a day or two and then disappear. They never said goodbye and my foster mother told me it was because I’d done things to upset them and I’d have to do

and my heart

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

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

before the fight ended but… I

me under. I felt

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

smile on her lips. The gap in her teeth

knife in the air. It was made of silver, both the blade and the hilt. There were designs on the knife hilt but with tear-blurred eyes, I couldn’t

dress were blood,

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

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