Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 690

Chapter 37 : From the Same Pack

The little girl walked through the front yard and down the front path, completely unafraid of the dead bodies and hungry crows.

Mila and I followed closely.

I could see the little girl’s eyes glazed over, walking down the path like a little zombie. She was zoned out, probably entirely unaware of her surroundings.

We followed young Mila into the town at the base of the hill. To our right, the forest still burned, but the blaze was farther away, like it had been burning for days and had charred everything close to the town.

Young Mila continued to walk right through the streets.

Bodies covered the sidewalks, draped over porches and stairs, houses were all burned and broken down.

The only sound was of creaking wood and cawing crows that feasted on the bodies.

From the smell, I knew they’d been dead for several days. I noticed many of them had been moved around and suspected that they’d been robbed and searched, just like the bodies at the mansion.

Had it been one eye and tattoo face that did this? It was a lot of mayhem for just two shifters.

Unless… they’d only come after the destruction to search for the artifact. Someone else had done the hard work for them. But if it wasn’t for the artifact, why had this pack been destroyed?

From their conversation, they revealed that their alpha had Mila’s mother and was torturing her, so they must have been involved in the attack.

For days, they’d searched this dead, destroyed village while Mila’s mother was tortured.

Young Mila had been in the basement that whole time.

She still moved through the streets like she was only aware of her own feet. I didn’t think she looked around once at any of the bodies.

I couldn’t blame her, after what she’d been through and what she’d seen. But Mila was a survivor, even as a child, and she wouldn’t curl in a ball in the basement and give up.

Her hair had changed. It no longer bounced around in carefree curls. A magical disguise her mother had used to help hide her. I wondered if Jessica had meant for Mila to be left alone like this…

Beside me, Mila’s hands clenched into fists and she snarled under her breath.

I glanced over and saw the hatred and anger oozing from her eyes. They were so bright, filled with fire, and I worried she’d light the town on fire again with one look.

Numbly, young Mila walked to the center of town. She didn’t appear afraid or concerned that the monsters would come back and hurt her. If anything, she seemed to be on a mission. Like she was looking for something.

Young Mila paused and sniffed.

I caught the scent of bread and beside me, Mila sniffed the air, too.

Young Mila ran into the closest, burnt out house. Quickly, we followed after her.

was a rickety table in the center of what used to be a kitchen. Young Mila hopped up on a wobbly chair and

My stomach clenched.

the poor child

in it. She grabbed the pitcher and drank deeply,

paused and

heard a small shuffling in the corner

the pitcher down and dove under the rickety

corner of the kitchen, another young girl appeared. She was similar in age

streaked with tears and she dragged

arm belonged to a young boy behind her, around ten or so. He was passed

trembling. She threw herself at young Mila’s feet and grabbed

she begged, despite being

the girl and seemed to notice the older boy for the first time.

had her hand over her mouth, small gasps coming from

to the unconscious boy. She

shook her head.

wailed

have to help us! I have more food, more water. It is all yours if

down her face and she curled up in a ball, hugging

me. Had I seen those children before? No, I didn’t think I had. But

counter where there was another loaf of bread and a canteen filled with

in her eyes that she wanted to help, and not just

Mila positioned herself on her knees and pressed her palms together in the

prayer. Your light shall guide us and your

child so young. Her mother’s

closer to the boy. She closed her eyes and held her arms over

hasteth corro sinat,” she chanted the same

had her head bowed over her brother, crying and clinging to him. It was hard to tell whether or not she

“Oof…”

groaned and winced. A shudder ran through him and he opened his eyes. Slowly,

up and gasped. She threw herself into her brother’s arms and hugged

stared at the boy’s eyes. They were all too familiar and now I knew why this felt like a story

advantage of the other children’s distraction. She grabbed the bread and

She ran

one final look at the brother and

of the road, frowning. Lost in her thoughts, she

fire after young Mila. The little girl was gone, like

out on my brow and I realized that this fire could hurt us. If we got too close,

you!?” Mila cried.

closer

every burnt tree and charred