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.

still looking at the items in the box. He hadn’t

and letting me take my

on my lower lip. Did I want to examine them with Soren looking over my shoulder? I didn’t know what answers I would find and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see those

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

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

open 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 like to turn things around on

see what was inside and it turned out to be valuable, like a pack artifact, what was to stop him from taking these things from me? If he was like any of the other people

risk

I knew I wasn’t ready to share these things with him. But if I told him that, he’d probably accuse me of being closed off and come up with reasons why he should see

gathering my courage

box. He grabbed a jacket off the bed

out for

are?” I asked, arching an

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

out of harm’s way. If you need anything, get Payne and he’ll

toward

okay,” I

was a part of me that was disappointed, too. I almost wanted him to stay while I examined things because I was

that okay?” Soren asked, glancing

can stay alone in

believe that when I

at him, conveying my thanks for the respect

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

felt a little guilty for suspecting him and comparing him to other people I’d

to know him, the more I realized Soren

that what kept drawing

met that showed me

my head to get rid of

more. He’d helped me open the box and

zone and why all his people

when they put their trust

to feel that from him

charm others choose to live as a rogue? Why not

had all the makings

and

door clicked shut and I snapped out of

Soren could wait. I

myself comfortable at the table in Soren’s room. Taking the feather out of the box, I set it aside. The feather was

the rolled-up parchment, laying them

by someone that was connected to me somehow, it

open to the first page. It was covered

the same language on the

the journal would