Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 679

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 679

Chapter 26 : I’m Not a Witch

*Mila*

Soren’s accusation rang in my head like a gong.

He took a few steps toward me, arms outstretched like he was going to hug me.

“No!” I snapped. I pushed him away and ran around the bed so he couldn’t get close to me again.

My mind raced with thoughts and images from my childhood. I grabbed the sides of my head and shook my head slowly.

“No. I’m not a witch, okay? I’m not,” I insisted, my voice calmer but no less insistent.

It was crazy for him to think that. Magic wasn’t part of my life. I mean… sometimes things just happened, but that wasn’t magic. It was just… divine intervention.

“I’m not a witch. I can’t be a witch,” I repeated to myself over and over again.

“Mila…”

Soren’s voice was soft and low.

I snapped my eyes to him and glared at him. I didn’t want him to come any closer to me.

So many memories surfaced, memories that I could hardly imagine. Were they repressed memories? Had I blocked them out?

One memory surfaced over all the others.

Before I’d left the Saboreef pack, I had found a rat in a rat trap. I hated when my foster mother set those!

Thinking the rat might still be alive, I took it out of the trap. It was dead. Or… I thought it was. I cried because the rats weren’t bad. They always ate the tainted and rotten food, which meant our rations were better.

While I cried over the rat, I remembered praying to the Moon Goddess that its soul be honored and find peace. When I touched his little body, the rat jumped up, squeaked, and sat up, cleaning its whiskers.

But it had been dead!

Had I resurrected the rat with some unknown power?

At the time, I just thought I’d made a mistake and it wasn’t dead. But I had always wondered if something else had happened.

Could I believe my own memories?

I laughed bitterly and shook my head.

“I can’t be a witch. It isn’t possible,” I insisted in a soft murmur.

Lost in thought, I hadn’t noticed Soren come around the bed. He reached for me and at his touch, I fell into his arms. He cradled me against his chest and my heart fluttered.

Pain and fear gripped my chest and my stomach. It coiled in me like a poisonous snake.

What did it mean if I couldn’t trust my own memory?

“It’s okay, Mila,” Soren cooed. He ran his fingers through my hair and pressed a warm, soft kiss on my temple.

I sighed and leaned against him.

“Don’t listen to me. I know you’re not a witch,” he said in a gentle murmur.

My mind settled slightly and I closed my eyes. I clung to his shirt like it was my only lifeline and I breathed in his delicious scent. The scent of cedar and amber in the rain. Every muscle in my body relaxed, except for my fingers as I held onto him.

“What… what if…”

“What if…? Mila, what are you thinking?” Soren asked kindly. He kissed my temple again.

The reoccurring dream I had about Helen surfaced again. She’d used a spell in my dream. I didn’t know the words but I knew it was magic.

How did I know that?

I didn’t know anything about magic! Did I?

If Helen was appearing to me in dreams and whispering incantations, did that mean she was a witch?

“Helen, is she a witch?” I asked, breathing heavily.

“I don’t know,” Soren admitted.

I’d never told anyone about those dreams before. I never had anyone to tell and I’d always thought it was just a fantasy of my own creation.

I knew the dreams were real now.

“She came to me in dreams, ever since I was a girl,” I blurted out. “And she used a spell on me. She… she asked me to come find her. If she can get in my dreams, she could be a witch.”

“She didn’t use a spell on you, Mila. It was just a dream,” Soren said soothingly.

I nodded against him.

“But… she led me here through dreams,” I argued.

“I don’t believe that. You’re here because some hidden knowledge inside of you brought you here,” he told me.

I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. “If she is a witch… does that mean… I am?”

I could barely say the words and as soon as they were out of my mouth I shivered and trembled.

Soren tightened his arms around me and squeezed me against him. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek and I wanted to stay protected in his arms forever. It was the only safe place for me in the entire world.

No matter where I went, he was the only one that ever saved me.

“Mila, I’m sorry I said that. You would know better than me if you’re a witch,” he said. He rubbed my back gently.

“I don’t know… I…”

There were other memories pressing at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to remember them but I did at the same time. I felt like I had to know the truth.

“What do you mean?” Soren asked.

“What do I mean?” I repeated his question.

I felt like a fog lifted from my mind and all these memories from my childhood flooded in. Details I’d pushed so far down that I hadn’t thought of them in years.

Groaning, I buried my face in Soren’s chest and I shook my head. Tears sprang to my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

“Mila, talk to me,” Soren coaxed.

I shook my head again. “No,” I whispered.

“Why?” he asked.

I kept shaking my head, kept my face buried in his shirt. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t pull away from him.

“I… my parents I never knew them. But my foster mother, she was horrible. She always used me. And I had to get away…”

“You’re not making any sense,” Soren said.