Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 680

Chapter 27 : I’ll Tell the bounty Hunters Where You Are

*Soren*

Mila hesitated. Her eyes darted away from me for a moment as if she was trying to think of something to say.

Most likely, she was trying to come up with something clever or evasive.

I figured that because she’d just opened up about her past, she was too emotionally conflicted to think fast. I honestly hadn’t expected her to be so open with me. There was a moment when I thought she’d shut down and make an excuse about not talking to me. But she surprised me and let me in.

It was a rare moment and I was waiting for the fallout.

She sighed heavily and brought her eyes back to mine. There was something deep in her eyes, something vulnerable and trusting.

Was she finally starting to trust me?

“I don’t know who Helen is. She was not one of the witches I met as a child,” she said clearly and without any attempts to hide the truth.

“Then how do you know her?” I pressed.

“About three years ago she started appearing in my dreams. Always the same, but I didn’t pay attention before. She kept urging me to come here, to Miltern,” she said, holding her arms out.

“And you followed a dream vision?” I asked, creasing my brow.

Mila sniffed and crossed her arms. “Well, after I left Saboreef, I didn’t have anywhere else to go. It seemed as good an idea as any.”

“I suppose so,” I agreed. “And so, you followed a dream vision, knowing it was somehow real, but didn’t think you were a witch?”

Mila swallowed audibly and her tense, walled-off posture softened slightly.

“I blocked it out. Maybe I thought Helen was a witch, but I didn’t think that had anything to do with me. Or… I didn’t want to believe that,” she admitted somberly.

“Hmm.”

I paced back and forth in front of her, mulling over everything that had happened. Helen had lured Mila here in dreams, but she had thus far not shown her face or revealed her intentions.

It didn’t sound like Mila had had any repeat dreams of Helen since arriving in Miltern. Had Helen communicated with her in some other way?

“Do you think it is possible that Helen is the woman who delivered those flowers to you?” I asked, motioning to where the vase stood, before Mila had blasted it apart.

Mila shook her head. “I’m not sure. I didn’t even know…”

She narrowed her eyes on me. Standing up Mila puffed herself up like she was about to attack me.

saw the person who delivered those flowers?” she asked, pointing

keyhole. I didn’t get a good look,”

no point in denying it. After our interaction at the

me around!?” she cried, throwing her arms up in the

intimidation adorable. Like a mouse

figured that out by now,” I challenged, giving her a wolfish

scoffed and

thought she might start ranting and raving, given that she was still in an emotionally vulnerable state. Opening up to me hadn’t been easy. She was just as likely to become defensive and angry in an attempt to

this far, I wasn’t going to let

on the couch. She pinched the bridge of her nose, apparently recovered from her emotional

put my arm around her shoulders, half expecting her to pull away

She didn’t.

head on my shoulder and deflated slightly. She

even and she wasn’t leaning on me

didn’t catch up with her, did you?”

to strain to hear her words. They were filled with

you wouldn’t be asking me if it was Helen that delivered

after her but he lost her in the fog around the forest. Whoever she is, she knows this area well and can come and

in the blanks was astounding. I knew it had to do with her upbringing. She’d been raised in a high-risk, dangerous environment. Growing up, she’d had to rely on her instincts and

her before and it

Mila, it had evolved into a keen intelligence and strong survival skills. I was impressed to see that in someone so young and with

should really stop spying on

trying to

head against me but

couldn’t deny feeling bad for her upbringing. She’d been raised in horrible circumstances. Adopted by a poor family that only intended to profit off of her and used to lure her

that any of the money her foster mother made from those bounties ever benefited Mila at all. She’d

of manipulation on someone so young and no wonder she didn’t trust

for their ‘guests’ leaving without saying

and I appreciated the skills and attributes she’d gained from it. If I was putting money on anything, it would be her

gained my compliance and my help, perhaps you’ll actually come to me so I won’t have to

in that?” Mila asked,

good to see her bouncing

the lead here. Tell me what we

asking me

creased her brow. I saw the confusion in her

it out on your

be a lot easier if you just tell me. It will save us

see

me, then you won’t have to deal with me tracking you down and getting in your way. And I won’t have to deal with putting in the effort to track you

to go back to