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

why that was. Maybe he was being respectful toward me and letting me take my time. He could have wanted me to be the first one to

examine them with Soren looking over my shoulder? I didn’t know what answers I would find

There was a part of me that wanted

front of Soren recently, I

I ask him for privacy? 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 that as an excuse

him 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 I’d tangled with, there was a good chance he might do just

a risk I couldn’t

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

swallowed, gathering my courage to ask for

box. He grabbed a jacket off the bed and slipped

out for a drink,”

are?” I asked,

been so interested in

inside out of harm’s way. If you

toward the

I

what was in the box but there was a part of me that was disappointed, too. I almost

asked, glancing over his

nod. “I can stay alone

that when I see

gratefully at him, conveying my thanks for the respect he was showing

interest in the items. He was leaving because he wanted to give

a little guilty for suspecting him and comparing him

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

what kept drawing me to

that showed me respect and kindness. Not to

to get rid of

him more. He’d helped me open the

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

feel like when they put their

starting to feel

such natural leadership skills and an ability to charm others choose to live as

the makings of

was and about his

door clicked shut and I

could wait. I had

the box, I set it aside. The feather

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

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

the journal closed and flipped open to the first page. It

same language

would