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.

box. He

was. Maybe he was being respectful toward me and letting me take my time. He could have wanted me to be

lower lip. Did I want to examine them with Soren looking over my shoulder? I didn’t know

a lot more about myself, my family, and my witch heritage. There was a part of me that wanted to get those answers and process them without

already had one breakdown in front of Soren

inside. If I asked him for privacy, he might get offended or use that as an excuse to impose further. He did

artifact, what was to stop him from taking these things from me? If he was like any of the other people I’d tangled with, there was a good chance he might do

was a risk I

these things with him. But if I told him that, he’d probably accuse me of being closed off and come up

gathering my courage to ask for

grunted and turned away from the box. He grabbed

for a drink,” he

I asked, arching an eyebrow.

want to rush off? He’d been so interested in the feather and was just staring

Stay here, and stay inside out of harm’s way. If you need anything, get

toward the

I said

going to be pushy about 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

glancing over

“I can stay alone in a hotel room for a while without getting into

chuckled. “I’ll believe that

him, conveying my thanks for the respect he was

because he was thirsty and he wasn’t leaving because he had no interest in the items. He was leaving because he wanted to give me space and privacy to understand why these

and comparing him to

know him, the more I realized Soren wasn’t like

what kept drawing me

showed me respect and kindness. Not to mention,

shook my head to get rid of

me open the box and hadn’t demanded anything

all his people were so loyal and called him “boss.” Soren had the

their trust in

starting to feel that from

and an ability to charm others choose to

the makings

and about

door clicked shut and I

could wait. I had more pressing

made 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

rolled-up parchment,

If it was written by someone that was connected to me somehow, it

the journal closed and flipped open to

same

the journal would