Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 708

Chapter 53 : When Danger Comes

*Mila*

When I left Soren, I went to my room in the inn. The spellbook from the box was open on my dresser. Ever since I got back from the dream that April had sent me into, I felt like I could understand more of the text.

I’d spent hours staring at it but I hadn’t been able to make any words out. It just felt familiar when I looked at it.

Sighing, I picked up the book and flipped through it. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my mother’s handwriting in that book. Somehow, the spells in it felt even older.

I plopped down on the bed and flipped to the beginning of the book, studying the simple text. Maybe a name or an introduction.

Scanning over the unusual language, I brushed my thumb over the inked characters wishing that they would tell me what they said.

Was it possible to do a spell to translate the book?

I’d been successful at casting spells before. My memory proved that and I had broken a curse on a whole village. Whenever I felt very strongly about something, I could focus on my desires and pray to the Moon Goddess.

It always felt like the Moon Goddess was with me, filling me with a strong power that consumed me. It always felt like the Moon Goddess was speaking directly to me and telling me what to do and say.

Like she was guiding me.

Could I create that connection whenever I wanted or only when I was focused on casting a really important spell? Would I be able to make spells up or could I only use spells my mother had taught me when I was a child?

I knew I had to strongly desire what I wanted to make the magic happen.

As curious as I was to read the spells in the book, I didn’t desire it strongly. I didn’t feel about it the same way I felt about healing that child or breaking the curse. It was something I wanted, not something I needed.

But there had to be other ways to get information or tap into my own powers…

Closing the book, I set it on my lap. I crossed my legs and rested my hands on my knees. Maybe, I could put myself into my own dream-like trance, like April had done, and I could see some more memories.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused my mind on my past memories. I thought of the way I felt as April had put me into that trance.

Drowsy, detached from my body, light, and floating.

My head dipped and I swayed slightly.

I breathed in through the nose and out through the mouth, deepening my breath and keeping my eyes closed.

I thought of my childhood with my parents, the mansion, the woods. I focused on the feeling of happiness from my childhood, from before the fire and the destruction of my pack.

My mind unfolded and I felt like I was wandering into a dream. I was still aware enough of my body to know that I was sitting on the bed but I wasn’t seeing the room or feeling the room anymore.

I was feeling my past and my memories.

The image in my mind became that of the forest where I’d met Helen when I was dreaming, many times. The woods weren’t the same as my dreams. It was older and damaged, like I was seeing the woods years after the fire.

I heard a grunt and I whipped around.

Helen was lying on the forest floor. She clutched her stomach, her dress and clothes stained with blood. She was breathing hard.

as she saw me, her eyes nearly popped out of

“Mila!?” she gasped.

and groaned, turning onto

her and

you?” I asked, looking her over.

here? Was this

you doing here?” she asked, her breathing labored. Sweat dripped

meditating and… that’s not important. What happened to

for me

warm, slippery fingers in my own. Tears pricked my eyes even though I couldn’t tell if this was real

to worry about me…” Helen winced again and her

“Let me help you…”

here… that means your witch power has started to awaken…” she gasped and her

Stay with me, Aunt Helen,” I said. I put my arm

in Miltern, didn’t you?” she asked, looking up at

there. I found the box and… I was able to break the curse,” I told

and tears brimmed. She

asking me about the curse, this had to be real, right? It had to be

sweet girl. Thank you… thank you so much. Your… parents would be so proud,” she gasped out. Wincing again, Helen reached for my

to. But Aunt Helen, I have questions

and blinked, fresh tears leaking from the

don’t call me ‘aunt.’ My dear… I don’t deserve that…” she said, shaking

about? You’re my mother’s

I… I could always see the future. One of my

saw it. Just because you say it doesn’t mean

went horribly wrong,” she said. She closed her eyes and shook her

I asked, needing

left. I could tell and I wanted to

thinking that I could change the future. But it is my fault,” she

your fault? How did my parents

died… because of me,” she admitted with a

my head. “I don’t believe that, Aunt Helen. My parents died

you are truly a wonderful young woman. I wish… I wish Jessica was here to see you now.

do, at least you tried. You’re not responsible for

smiled weakly, her tears glistening in her eyes. “My dear, sweet girl, the past is in the past. It cannot be changed, so

was a lie, but I wanted her to feel better in her painful, last

it can’t be changed either. No matter what you know or what you see, it can’t be changed,”

“That… can’t be true…”

so all we can do is cherish our present,” Helen said. She

Helen!” I said,

lips turned up slightly. “I’m still here. Be gentle with

“I’m sorry.”

happy life and cherish him and the time you have. That’s what I ask

sagged in my arms. She muttered something else, her

but she slipped from my fingers. All my focus and willpower

she opened her eyes again and

know you… please, my dear niece, find the artifact. It belongs to you. Find the Blade of Souls. When your beloved is

I cried,