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.

the items in the box. He hadn’t tried to pick any of

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

over my shoulder? I didn’t know what answers I would find

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

in front of Soren recently, I

He’d just helped me open the box. He had a right to see what was inside. If I asked him for privacy, he might get offended or use

artifact, what was to stop him from taking these things from me? If he was like any

a risk I couldn’t

him that, he’d probably accuse me of being closed off

my courage to ask

grabbed a jacket off the bed and slipped

out for a

are?” I asked, arching

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

harm’s way. If you need anything, get Payne and he’ll come get me, alright?” he

toward the

I

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 was

Soren asked, glancing over his

alone in a hotel room for a while without getting

believe that when I

gratefully at him, conveying my thanks for the respect he

leaving 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

him and comparing him to other people I’d had dealings

know him, the more

that what kept drawing me

person I’d met that showed me respect and kindness. Not to mention,

shook my head to get

helped me open

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

like when they put their trust in him, they

starting to feel that from him

skills and an ability to charm others choose to live as a rogue? Why not have his own

all the

Soren really was and about his past

shut and I snapped out

about Soren could wait. I had

out of the box, I set it aside. The feather was unusually heavy and I noticed

out and the rolled-up parchment, laying

it was written by someone that was connected

the journal closed and flipped open to the first page. It was covered in small

I groaned. It was the same

the journal would be useless without