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

again. She’d used a spell in my

did I

know anything about

was appearing to me in dreams and whispering incantations, did

she a witch?” I asked,

don’t know,”

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

knew the dreams were real

ever since 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

you, Mila. It was

I nodded against him.

here through dreams,”

here because some hidden knowledge inside of you

wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. “If she

as soon as they were out of

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

went, he was the only one that

me

“I don’t know… I…”

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

you mean?”

mean?”

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

chest and I shook my head. Tears sprang to

to me,”

shook my head

“Why?” he asked.

kept my face buried in his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t pull away

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

any sense,”

liked me… they kicked me and spit on me.

“Mila!”

hands on my shoulders.

what is going on in your head. Clearly,

“O-okay,” I whispered.

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

arms around me again and

I totally lost it,” I said, touching my

We all have our moments.” He

to my forehead. “She was nothing but a murderer and she used me to make it

what I had to say. My reservations melted completely away

and then, she’d dress me up nicely, do my hair, and leave me all alone in populated areas. My instructions were

hands in my lap, ringing them like I could go back in time and stop the little girl I used to

all alone. Many of them tried to get me to go with them with promises of food

throat tightened and I squinted my eyes

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

and my heart fluttered away. I’d never had anyone

older, I 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 my knee and nodded encouragingly

the fight ended but… I never

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 storm as I watched the

how old I was. Wearing a pure

gap in her teeth was

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

was dripping blood and that’s when I remember the rusty stains on my dress were blood, too. I wanted to shout and scream but all

of me was so strong and so terrible I felt like my entire body would break in

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