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.

could still remember what the mansion looked like in that dream. My heart ached, wishing

the center of the deserted village and I slowed again, chewing the inside of my

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

anything when it looks so different from the dream,” I

heir to this territory and can claim it for your own,”

“Hang on…”

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

where are you going?” Soren asked, running

just feel like this is the right way to go…” I kept running

of the hill. The forest

in the forest, just hidden well enough that it wouldn’t be seen from the mansion. It had

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

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

cabin door opened and a loving father came out with a little girl. She had golden hair and bouncing curls. The man picked her up

to walk,” she said,

hand, 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 she was but the big smile on her face showed how proud she was

it was a memory. It could have

feet and pushed the door of the cabin open. Inside, it smelled musty and stale. There were cobwebs filling the corners and some moss and lichen had crept in around the windows,

despite the outside

in behind

touched the granite countertop. It was a very nice

you remember this place?”

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

so…”

a thick layer of dust covering the counter and the

vacation home as a child. Rather, my parents’ little getaway close to home,”

being here?” he

they are memories. Maybe they are wishful

this place, Mila? To fix up and call

at Soren

to that? My mind wandered back to everything I’d learned recently. About who my parents were, my real family, my true identity, and the artifact they’d left me. I thought of my aunt Helen, who I still hadn’t found, and the witch

my parents. I never wanted to meet them or know them because I hated to think of what kind

villains rather than think of what I might have lost. I

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 longer needed in

knew who my parents were, I was

them! My parents were killed because of the selfish desires of others. They were the ones that robbed me of my family, my childhood,

This wasn’t over!