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, wishing I could see

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

I had and it wasn’t

no memories

something wrong?”

when it looks so different

are the heir to this territory and can

“Hang on…”

nagged at the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure if it was some hidden memory or my own instinct, but

are you going?” Soren asked, running behind

I just feel like this is the

base of the hill. The forest veered off in

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

remnants of an old garden in front of the cabin and a broken swing set in the

was old and rotting in some places, I could vividly imagine

a loving father came out with a little girl. She had golden hair and bouncing curls. The

to walk,”

him around to the swing set. He picked her up and held her as she swung on the monkey bars.

least, I thought it was a memory. It

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, growing

inside was ruined, despite the outside

came in

granite countertop. It was a very nice counter for a cabin, but my parents had been really well

you remember this place?” Soren

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

so…” I

was a thick layer of dust covering the counter and

was my vacation home as a child.

remember being

“Maybe they are memories. Maybe they are

this place, Mila? To fix up

at Soren

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

parents. I never wanted to meet them or know them because

through so much suffering at the hands of my foster mother and Saboreef 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

be better to die of the poison than go through more pain and suffering. I had thought my

parents were, I was

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

and I clenched my fists. This wasn’t over! I