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.

up on a wobbly chair and grabbed the loaf of bread.

My stomach clenched.

for days, the poor

the pitcher and drank deeply, the

paused and

heard a small shuffling in the corner

pitcher down and dove

appeared. She was similar in age to Mila, perhaps a

streaked with tears and she dragged

when I saw she was holding an arm. The arm belonged to a young boy behind her, around

other young girl sobbed, trembling. She threw herself at young Mila’s

help…” she begged, despite being

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

at adult Mila. She had her hand

pointing to the unconscious

her

wailed and

I have

curled up in a ball, hugging herself

to me. Had I seen those children before? No, I didn’t think I had. But something about this was like a story I’d heard once, or

and a canteen filled with water. Her eyes drifted to the

she wanted to help,

knees and pressed her palms together in the

my prayer. Your light shall guide us

well for a child so young. Her mother’s

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

same four

bowed over her brother, crying and clinging to him. It was hard to tell whether or not she knew what young Mila was doing or saying,

“Oof…”

winced. A shudder ran through him and he opened his eyes. Slowly, his hand went to

threw herself into her brother’s arms and

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

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

Mila gasped. She ran after her

one final look at the brother

the road, frowning. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even look at

fire after young Mila. The little girl was gone, like she’d been swallowed up by the flames

blaze, the warmer it felt. Sweat broke out on my brow and I realized that this fire

are you!?” Mila

closer to the

every burnt tree and charred