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.

delivered those flowers?” she asked, pointing accusingly

only through a keyhole. I didn’t get a good

her. With the cat out of the bag, there was no point in denying it. After our interaction at the temple, I had assumed she knew

me around!?” she cried, throwing her

her attempt at intimidation adorable.

like you would have figured that out by now,” I

and rolled

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 push

I wasn’t going to let

She pinched the bridge of

sat beside her again and put my arm around her shoulders, half expecting her to pull away or punch me

She didn’t.

on my shoulder and deflated slightly. She must have been exhausted after reliving all

breaths were even and she wasn’t leaning on me or clinging to me for support and

catch up with her, did you?”

her words. They were filled with disappointment

asking me if it was Helen that delivered the flowers,” she

lost her in the fog around the forest. Whoever she is, she knows this area well and

in a high-risk, dangerous environment. Growing up, she’d had to rely on her instincts and constantly be aware of

like her before and it was always the

strong survival skills. I was impressed to see that in someone so young

stop spying

if you stopped trying

her head against

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 own kind into a bounty hunter’s trap

doubted that any of the money her foster mother made from those bounties ever

someone so young

thought about the fights she’d heard and how her foster mother blamed her for their ‘guests’ leaving without saying goodbye. She probably had nightmares every night about those bumps in the dark and about constantly being

managed to survive her adverse upbringing and I appreciated the skills and attributes she’d gained from it. If I was putting money on

help, perhaps you’ll actually come to me so I won’t have to spy on you,” I

fun in that?”

was good to see her bouncing

the

are you asking me that now?” Mila

head from my shoulder and creased

can figure it out

easier if you just tell me. It will save

see

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

to the temple,” Mila