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.

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

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

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

memories for

wrong?” Soren

anything when it looks so different

unclaimed land right now. You are the heir to this territory and can

“Hang on…”

the forest. Something nagged at

where are you going?”

is the right way to go…” I kept

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

just hidden well enough that it wouldn’t be seen from the mansion. It had probably escaped being burned

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

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

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

want to walk,” she said, struggling in his

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

I thought it was a memory. It

and pushed the door of the cabin open. Inside, it smelled musty and stale. There were cobwebs filling the corners and some moss

was ruined, despite the

in

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

you remember this place?” Soren

First, I shook my head, then I nodded. I

so…”

dust covering the

child. Rather, my parents’ little getaway close to

being here?” he

“Maybe they

place, Mila? To fix

at

I supposed to say 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

them or know them because I hated to think of what kind of people would

easier to hate my parents as villains

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

I knew who my parents were, I

to learn what 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 ones that

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