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.

in the box. He hadn’t tried to pick

toward me and letting me take my time. He could have wanted me to be the first one to examine

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

me a lot more about myself, my family, and my witch heritage. There was a part of me

one breakdown in front of Soren recently, I really didn’t want to

the box. He had a right to see what was inside. If I asked him for privacy, he might get offended or use that as an excuse to impose further. He did

it turned out to be valuable, like a pack artifact, what was to stop him from taking

was a risk I couldn’t

heart, I knew I wasn’t ready to share these things with him. But if I told him that,

swallowed, gathering my courage to ask for

box. He grabbed a jacket off the bed and

out for a drink,”

I asked,

interested in the feather and was just staring into

way. If you need anything, get Payne

toward

okay,” I said

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 I

asked, glancing over

stay alone in a hotel room for a while without getting

believe that when I

thanks for the respect he was

wasn’t leaving because he had no interest in the items. He was leaving

him and comparing him to other

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

kept

was the first person I’d met that showed me respect and kindness. Not to

head to get rid

me open the

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

when they put their trust in him, they were

starting to feel that from him

charm others choose to live as a rogue? Why not have his own

all the makings of an

and about

clicked shut and

about Soren could wait.

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 away as I moved the other

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

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

the leather knot that held the journal closed and flipped open to the first page. It

groaned. It was the same language

would be useless