Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 762

Chapter 107 : Welcome Home

I thought of the spell I’d used to trap Alpha Chandler. Roots were strong, like a bridge. I whispered the spell to myself.

The ground trembled.

The Norwind survivors started to panic, crying out in fear and backing away from the cliff.

I held my arms out, willing roots to grow.

They shot out of the ground under my feet and spread across the giant crevasse. When they connected with the other side, the roots buried themselves in the ground and stuck firmly.

The rumbling stopped and I panted. Leaning forward, I clutched my sides. My hands and legs trembled.

Charles had warned me not to use magic but I wasn’t going to let the Norwind survivors down!

“Oh my…” Lilian gasped, stepping up to the cliff.

“Mila, did you do that?” Enzo asked.

I nodded, righting myself when I caught my breath. “It isn’t as strong as a bridge, but if one person can get across, we’ve got plenty of rope to make a bridge with, along with the roots.”

“You want one of us to risk climbing over those roots? How do you know they will hold?” someone asked.

I shrugged and looked at Soren.

“They’re strong enough,” I assured.

“I’ll go,” Payne offered. He smiled at me and nodded. “I trust Mila and if she thinks the roots will hold, then I believe her.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Payne nodded. “Get me some rope. I’ll carry it across and make the bridge.”

Soren handed Payne several bundles of rope, coiled tightly. “Take it slow.”

“I’ve got this,” Payne assured.

I lopped the rope coils around his shoulders and headed off across the root bridge.

The roots bounced slightly under his weight, wiggling back and forth. I grabbed Soren’s hand, squeezing. I hadn’t tested the strength of the roots before, especially over such a long distance. There was a chance that Payne wouldn’t make it…

“Mila.”

I glanced at Soren. His brow was creased and he gave me an odd look.

“What is it?” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

I thought Soren would have his eyes on Payne, but he looked at me with concern.

“Your hair…”

“What about it?”

I grabbed my hair in my hands and turned my head to see the strands as best as I could.

Gasping, I let the silky, blond strands slip through my fingers. Blond hair? For as long as I could remember, my hair had been reddish brown in color. And now… blond?

Thinking back, I remembered the dream vision April had shown me. At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it, but I’d been a blond haired child until after my pack was destroyed. One of my mother’s last actions was to disguise my appearance so no one would know who I was.

But my hair was changing color now. Back to its original blond.

“The spell my mother cast… it is wearing off,” I whispered.

Soren nodded somberly. I knew he’d understand what I was referring to, since he’d been there with me in the dream.

“What could be doing this?”

“Perhaps it is your witch power awakening,” Soren suggested. “You’ve been using magic a lot lately.”

He frowned slightly and it didn’t take much to know what he was thinking. He was thinking about Charlse’s warning with magic and my pregnancy.

I was glad he didn’t say anything in front of everyone else. Soren knew as well as me that this was our only viable option for getting everyone across the ravine.

“I’ve got the rope bridge ready to go!” Payne shouted across, cupping his hands over his mouth so his voice carried farther.

bring

rope bridge. He came back, securing it to a tree

bridge was fairly simple, but

across the bridge,” Soren instructed. “Children should go first. And everyone needs

or protest. They immediately complied with Soren’s

as they crossed. He didn’t want too many people on the bridge at once and he didn’t want

slow work to get everyone across, but finally, I got on the bridge, then Soren,

side of the ravine, looking

taking a

I asked Soren, going to his

us across. If our attackers track us this way, it will

right. We need to get rid of it. It will take anyone else months

of you go back on the bridge and chop down the roots?

at the roots until they were all gone. They did

side. Payne, can you cut the rope off the other side of the ravine with an

can. But then there will be an arrow

fine. An arrow won’t be out of

Thomas cut the rope bridge down from our side of the ravine and the

was safe

enough to be out of sight of the ravine, then we can make camp for the night,” Soren said,

my own bag but Soren

can carry my

exerted yourself a lot with magic. I’d prefer it if you recovered

and smiled. I wasn’t going to argue with Soren’s

far to be out of sight of the

the rest of the camp, Soren made me sit still and eat

been living in fear for so long, and for the first time, they felt free and safe. They could finally let go of that

Lilian gushed. She

was a group

you.”

for offering us the chance to get out,” Enzo said,

you for taking it.” I

a seat beside me. “You know, you should

escape. I doubt I’ll have

brow. “I hope so. We

the praise but I was also feeling exhausted from traveling and

set up

I agreed. I

with those herbs that

the way Soren narrowed his eyes at

take care of

me to the tent.

that Charles and Enzo

scoffed. “So was

themselves to

keep an eye on you for a bit, no intrusions

shrugged and rested my head against his shoulder. Truthfully, I wanted to rest. If it made Soren happy to have

and placed me on the cot.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Comfortable.”

I smiled and yawned.

voice

his eyes.

flap. Their shadows moved on the wall of the tent and

Miss Mila feeling alright?”

needs her rest,”

can make her tea to recover her energy. We brought some good pregnancy

I will make sure she gets it. Otherwise, your focus should be on the Norwind survivors.

off and Soren came back inside. I could

I asked, patting the cot beside

down,

you, Mila, and the baby. You’re… with all the magic use and

frowned as he

eye on my

shouldn’t be doing magic at all if there is

risk the baby. Trust me.” I batted my

sniffed and shook his

but We’ll be okay. I’ll be the first one to call

try to sweet talk me. I’m not going to stop worrying