Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 688

Chapter 35 : Something Horrible is Going to Happen

*Mila*

When I woke up, I smelled fresh, earthy air and I heard crows cawing. There was soft dirt beneath me and trees hung over my head. I was out in the forest.

Sitting up, I stretched and reached out with my hands, yawning. My hands were so small!

Startled, I looked down at the rest of my body. I’d been transformed into a four-year-old girl, but I was still me. I had all my thoughts and memories.

What was going on? Was this part of the spell?

I’d been turned back into a little child. I wondered if this was how old I was when the memory April was connecting me with took place.

Was this actually my past?

Standing up, I looked around the forest. It looked much larger than I remembered but I couldn’t tell if that was because I was smaller and younger or if the forest was really supposed to be this large.

Glancing around, I realized it wasn’t just the forest that was familiar, it was the spot I was standing in. This was where Helen would always take me in my dreams. It was where I’d gone in Miltern to find her.

Was this just another dream, then? If so, where was Helen?

“Hello?” I called into the endless, eerie darkness. “Helen?”

My voice echoed through the trees, carrying for what seemed like miles. This forest was a lot larger than the one in Miltern. But it was the same forest.

How was that possible?

Was my memory making it bigger in this dream?

I left the spot where I’d woken up and tried looking around. Every now and then, I glanced back to make sure I could still see the spot I’d woken up.

The size of the forest wasn’t the only weird thing.

Where was Soren? Hadn’t he come into this dream or memory with me?

I couldn’t see any sign of him anywhere.

“Soren?” I shouted into the woods.

Crows cawed and flapped out of the trees, startled by my voice. The forest got quiet again and there was no answer.

Frustrated, I stomped through the woods, forgetting to keep track of where I had woken up.

“These woods aren’t that big!” I grumbled to myself.

“Awwooooo”

I froze as that howl ripped through me. My little child legs shook and my mouth went dry.

There were wolves in these woods. Possibly shifters. I was a tiny child and completely defenseless.

I didn’t know what this memory was or if I was in any danger. There were too many unknowns for me to trust random wolves running through the woods.

“AWWOOOOO!”

was getting

trunk. I slid to the ground, hiding in some of the

and I covered my mouth so

the other side of the tree, I heard thumping footsteps and the sniffling sounds of a wolf sniffing around. I

slowly and quietly, I peeked around the tree trunk to see if it was a

was sniffing around

flooded through me and I rushed out from around the tree. I’d only seen him a few times but

Soren.

ran out from around the tree and the wolf stopped, one

so glad to see you,” I said,

me and

down, remembering that I was a

Maybe… this is how old I was for this memory,” I

His warm, golden eyes settled

the forest burst

as the bright, burning blaze

and I peeked out

the ground and nodded to

fur, struggling with my little legs and arms to pull myself up. As soon as I got a leg over, Soren burst into a run and carried me

memory and the forest had lit on fire, that would explain why

us

ran faster, his body bumping up

with my arms and legs to keep from falling

and

the edge of the forest. The trees thinned out

cling as tightly now that Soren was walking. Raising my head, I saw a hill in the distance

that way,” I urged Soren, pointing to the

beautiful garden spread out on the front lawn. Sunlight bathed the flowers and the man-made pond beautifully.

the walkway as we got closer to the mansion. It felt very familiar to me but I couldn’t remember being there.

stop here,” I instructed,

short and I slid

a large oak tree in the garden, close to the front door of the house. I stared at the tree. Something

and

there’s supposed to be a wooden swing there,” I

walked out onto the large, wrap-around porch. He had a wooden swing in his

I hid behind

gave me a look, reminding me with his eyes

at him and came back around where I could see the man hanging the

it a

bouncing golden curls and blue eyes. Her curls bounced as she ran

want to swing!” she shouted,

tickled her until she squealed with laughter and

stop it!” the girl

hugged the girl tightly. He put her on the swing

sky,” the girl called, kicking her feet back

eyes and I sniffled. I couldn’t help but feel

wrong? What had ripped

came to the porch. She looked out at

the steps. She moved gracefully and gently as she joined the man and