Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 724

Chapter 69 : A Trip Down Memory Lane

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I asked as Soren hurried me along.

Payne and Ashley had gone on ahead to the rogue zone, leaving Soren and me alone. He seemed determined to get me where he wanted to take me and at the same time, he was doing everything he could to hide our destination from me.

“Does anything seem familiar?” he asked, instead of answering my question.

Shrugging, I looked around and shook my head.

“No. I’ve never been here, Soren. What should I be looking for?” I asked.

Soren shrugged. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

We headed off the main road into a forest. I slowed down as we got onto a forest path. Soren was still holding my hand and when I slowed down, it forced him to slow down, too.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“I feel like I know this place,” I muttered, glancing around at the trees.

So many of them were young and still growing but I could see the charred remains of older trees overgrown with moss, grass, and vines.

“This forest… I’ve been here or seen it…” I said, my breath getting shallow.

“Where?” Soren prompted.

“This is the forest where April took us in that dream. The forest on the outskirts of Pomeli pack, Hathaway packland,” I said, recognizing where I knew the forest from.

“That’s right,” Soren said.

I went to the closest burned trunk and ran my hand along the charred bark and remains.

“The fire did a lot of damage. I’m surprised that the forest has grown back so much. It looks like it is recovering. But the pack…”

“The pack hasn’t recovered,” Soren agreed with a somber nod. “Come with me. The forest opens up just ahead.”

We went to the end of the forest path and it opened up into a big, clear space. I could see the remnants of roads from my pack but all the destroyed buildings had been taken back into the earth.

“No one has been here for a long time,” I said absently, looking at the strange hill-like shapes of grass and weeds around the buildings that used to be standing there.

“This whole place is deserted but the entire village isn’t gone. Not entirely,” Soren told me.

He grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward the hill where the pack mansion, my original home, used to stand. The mansion was gone completely. It had probably been burned to the ground and overgrown like the rest of the buildings.

heart ached, wishing I could

I slowed

it wasn’t real. The real Hathaway had been burned

no memories for me

something wrong?” Soren

to remember anything when it looks so different from

are the heir to this territory and can claim

“Hang on…”

the familiar looking edge of the forest. Pulling away from Soren, I ran along the edge of the forest. Something nagged at the back

are you going?” Soren asked, running

feel like this is

the way to the base of the hill. The forest

dropped to my knees in front of the little cabin. It was tucked back in the forest, just hidden well enough that it wouldn’t be seen

cabin was small. Just big enough for two bedrooms. There were the remnants of an old garden in

though it was old and rotting in some places, I could vividly imagine that cabin when it was pristine

girl. She had golden hair and bouncing curls. The man picked her up and hugged

to walk,” she said, struggling

pulling him around to the swing set. He picked her up and held her as she swung on the monkey bars. There was no way she could have held herself up with how small

faded. At least, I thought it was a memory. It

stale. There were cobwebs filling the corners and some

inside was ruined, despite the

in

went to the kitchen and touched the granite countertop. It was a very nice counter

remember this place?” Soren

more, hoping to jog my memory. First, I shook my head, then

think so…” I

layer of dust covering the counter

was my vacation home as a child. Rather, my parents’

being

they are memories. Maybe

place, Mila? To fix

stared at

About who my parents were, my real family, my true identity, and the artifact they’d left me.

always thought that I was abandoned by my parents. I never wanted to meet them or know them because I hated to think of what kind

pack. It had been easier to hate my parents as villains rather than think of what I might have lost. I wondered if that was why I blocked out all the memories of

would be better to die of the poison than go through more pain and

parents were, I was glad

had happened to them because I had the chance to avenge them and get revenge for them! My parents were killed because of the selfish desires of others. They were the

fists. This wasn’t over!