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.

My heart ached,

the center of the deserted village and I slowed again, chewing the inside of my cheek. I started dragging

was all I had and it wasn’t real. The real Hathaway had been burned to the ground and was now

were no memories for me

wrong?” Soren

it looks so different from

this is unclaimed land right now. You are the heir to this territory and can claim it for your own,” he

“Hang on…”

the forest. Pulling away from Soren, I ran along the edge of the forest. Something nagged at the back of my mind. I wasn’t

are you going?”

like this is the

all the way to the base of the hill. The forest veered off in another direction but

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

bedrooms. There were the remnants of an old garden in front of the cabin and a broken swing

could vividly imagine

opened and a loving father came out with a little girl. She had golden hair and

Daddy, I want to walk,” she said, struggling in his

father put the girl down and she grabbed his hand, pulling him around to the swing set. He picked her up and held her as she swung on the monkey bars. There was

was a

stale. There were cobwebs

despite the outside looking

in behind

granite countertop. It was a very nice counter for a cabin, but my parents

remember this

to jog my memory. First, I shook my head, then I nodded.

so…” I

a thick layer of dust covering the counter and

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

being

more. “Maybe they are memories. Maybe they

you want this place, Mila? To fix up

stared at Soren

family, my true identity,

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 of

hate my parents as villains rather

after everything I went through, I’d decided it would be better to die of the poison than go through more pain and suffering. I had thought my existence was no

I knew who my parents were,

them! My parents were killed because of the selfish desires of others. They were

filled with anger and I clenched my fists. This wasn’t over! I would make them all