Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 685

Chapter 32 : The Chaos has Started

My heart raced as my fingers slipped on the box lid. I couldn’t get it open fast enough. All I could think was that when I opened this box, I’d have the answers to save Miltern pack.

As soon as the light from Soren’s room dipped into the box and revealed what was inside, my heart sank like a stone and I scrunched up my face.

“What is it?” Soren asked, peering over my shoulder.

“A feather, a book, and a rolled-up piece of parchment.” I listed the items.

What was I supposed to do with any of that?

The book didn’t have a title or anything. It was just an old leather-bound journal from the looks of it. The rolled-up parchment was tied with a black string.

I tipped the box toward Soren so he could get a better look.

His eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“That’s the feather of justice,” he said, pointing to the feather.

I looked over the feather again. It wasn’t anything special. At a glance, I couldn’t tell what kind of bird it came from. It was white with some fluffy down at the base and it curved in an unusual angle for a feather.

“The feather of justice?” I asked.

“It is a pack artifact. Supposedly, it is a feather from the Moon Goddess’s arrow,” Soren explained.

I creased my brow. It all sounded like fairy tales to me.

“If it is an artifact, does it have some special significance or use?” I questioned.

“All artifacts are special for a reason. The pack artifacts tend to have specific powers or uses,” Soren explained.

“I wonder… what’s it used for?” I searched Soren’s face.

He was still staring at the feather. It seemed like the last thing he expected to uncover in the box. If anything, he seemed almost disturbed to find a pack artifact in such an unusual place.

Soren shook his head and sighed.

“There isn’t a lot of documentation on artifacts. Most of what exists describe them but not what they do. There is so much myth and legend around artifacts, I don’t think anyone has fully documented what they can do. And a lot of what is written is… exaggerated,” he said.

“Is that a nice way of saying it is all bullshit?”

Soren chuckled. “I’ve read plenty about pack artifacts. A lot of it seems unbelievable and I have rarely seen an artifact live up to the legends written about it.”

I picked the feather up and it thrummed in my hand. There was power in that feather. How I could access it or use it, I had no idea!

Setting the feather back in the box, I looked at the book and the rolled-up parchment. As disappointed as I was when I first saw them, the answers could have been hidden inside. I would need time to examine them.

He hadn’t

toward me and letting me take

my shoulder? I didn’t know what answers I would find and I wasn’t sure

my family, and my witch heritage. There was

breakdown in front of Soren recently, I

was inside. If I asked him for privacy, he might get offended or use

stop him from taking these things from

was a risk I

with him. But if I told him that, he’d probably accuse me

my courage

box. He grabbed a jacket off the bed and slipped

out for a

are?” I asked, arching

to rush off? He’d been so interested in

If you need anything, get

headed toward the

okay,” I said

seeing what was in the box but there was a part of me that was disappointed, too. I almost wanted him to stay while I examined things because I was a little concerned about what

Soren asked, glancing over his shoulder at

alone

believe that

at him, conveying my thanks for the respect he was

because he had no interest in the items. He was leaving because he wanted to give me space and privacy to understand why

guilty for suspecting him and comparing

got to know him, the more I realized

what kept

showed me

head to get rid of

I appreciated him more. He’d helped me open the box

swelled and I was starting to understand why he was so popular in the rogue zone and why all his people were so loyal and called him “boss.”

them feel like when they put their trust in him, they were safe, secure, and

starting to feel that from him

someone with such natural leadership skills and an ability to charm others choose to live as a rogue? Why

all the

really was and about his past

door clicked shut and I snapped out of

about Soren could wait. I had more pressing

myself comfortable at the table in Soren’s room. Taking the feather out of the box, I set it aside. The feather was unusually heavy and I noticed that it didn’t flutter or threaten to blow

journal out and the rolled-up parchment, laying them side by side

about the journal got me first. If it was written by someone that was connected to me somehow,

and flipped open to the first page. It

the same language on the tombstone

journal would