Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 680

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 680

Chapter 27 : Ill Tell the bounty Hunters Where You Are

*Soren*

Mila hesitated. Her eyes darted away from me for a moment as if she was trying to think ofsomething to say.

Most likely, she was trying to come up with something clever or evasive.

I figured that because she'd just opened up about her past, she was too emotionally conflicted tothink fast. I honestly hadn't expected her to be so open with me. There was a moment when Ithought she'd shut down and make an excuse about not talking to me. But she surprised me and letme in.

It was a rare moment and I was waiting for the fallout.

She sighed heavily and brought her eyes back to mine. There was something deep in her eyes,something vulnerable and trusting.

Was she finally starting to trust me?

“I don't know who Helen is. She was not one of the witches I met as a child,” she said clearly andwithout any attempts to hide the truth.

“Then how do you know her?” I pressed.

"About three years ago she started appearing in my dreams. Always the same, but I didn't payattention before. She kept urging me to come here, to Miltern,” she said, holding her arms out."And you followed a dream vision?” I asked, creasing my brow.

Mila sniffed and crossed her arms. “Well, after I left Saboreef, I didn't have anywhere else to go. Itseemed as good an idea as any.”

“I suppose 50," I agreed. “And so, you followed a dream vision, knowing it was somehow real, butdidn't think you were a witch?”

Mila swallowed audibly and her tense, walled-off posture softened slightly.

“I blocked it out. Maybe I thought Helen was a witch, but I didn’t think that had anything to do withme. Or... I didn’t want to believe that,” she admitted somberly.

"Hmm."

I paced back and forth in front of her, mulling over everything that had happened. Helen had luredMila here in dreams, but she had thus far not shown her face or revealed her intentions.

It didn’t sound like Mila had had any repeat dreams of Helen since arriving in Miltern. Had Helencommunicated with her in some other way?

“Do you think it is possible that Helen is the woman who delivered those flowers to you?” I asked,motioning to where the vase stood, before Mila had blasted it apart.

Mila shook her head. “I'm not sure. I didn't even know...”

She narrowed her eyes on me. Standing up Mila puffed herself up like she was about to attack me."You saw the person who delivered those flowers?” she asked, pointing accusingly at me.

"Yes. But only through a keyhole. I didn’t get a good look,” I said, smirking.

I realized that she hadn't known I was watching her. With the cat out of the bag, there was no pointin denying it. After our interaction at the temple, I had assumed she knew I'd been keeping a closewatch on her.

"You've been spying on me and following me around!?” she cried, throwing her arms up in the air.I found her attempt at intimidation adorable. Like a mouse squeaking at a cat.

“I assumed a smart girl like you would have figured that out by now,” I challenged, giving her awolfish grin

Mila scoffed and rolled her eyes.

I thought she might start ranting and raving, given that she was still in an emotionally vulnerablestate. Opening up to me hadn't been easy. She was just as likely to become defensive and angry inan attempt to push me away again.

Now that we'd come this far, I wasn't going to let her do that.

Sighing, Mila flopped back down on the couch. She pinched the bridge of her nose, apparentlyrecovered from her emotional outburst.

I sat beside her again and put my arm around her shoulders, half expecting her to pull away orpunch me again.

She didn't.

Mila rested her head on my shoulder and deflated slightly. She must have been exhausted afterreliving all those memories.

But she wasn’t emotionally out of control now. She was steady. Her breaths were even and shewasn't leaning on me or clinging to me for support and comfort this time.

“You didn't catch up with her, did you?” she asked in a soft whisper.

I had to strain to hear her words. They were filled with disappointment and sadness.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be asking me if it was Helen that delivered the flowers,” she clarified.“No. Payne went after her but he lost her in the fog around the forest. Whoever she is, she knowsthis area well and can come and go almost invisibly,” I explained.

Her ability to fill in the blanks was astounding. I knew it had to do with her upbringing. She'd beenraised in a high-risk, dangerous environment. Growing up, she'd had to rely on her instincts andconstantly be aware of everything around her.

I'd met others like her before and it was always the same.

With Mila, it had evolved into a keen intelligence and strong survival skills. I was impressed to seethat in someone so young and with such limited experience in the world outside her dangerousupbringing.

“That's unfortunate. But you should really stop spying on me,” she added a little snippily.

“I would if you stopped trying to run off,” I countered.

Mila shook her head against me but didn’t respond.

I couldn't deny feeling bad for her upbringing. She'd been raised in horrible circumstances. Adoptedby a poor family that only intended to profit off of her and used to lure her own kind into a bountyhunter's trap before she was able to understand what she was doing.

I seriously doubted that any of the money her foster mother made from those bounties everbenefited Mila at all. She'd probably gone hungry while her foster mother ate like a queen.

That kind of manipulation on someone so young and no wonder she didn't trust anyone.

I thought about the fights she'd heard and how her foster mother blamed her for their “guests’leaving without saying goodbye. She probably had nightmares every night about those bumps inthe dark and about constantly being left alone.

Although, she'd managed to survive her adverse upbringing and I appreciated the skills andattributes she'd gained from it. If I was putting money on anything, it would be her survival and herdetermination to get her questions answered.

"Well, now that you've gained my compliance and my help, perhaps you'll actually come to me so Iwon't have to spy on you,” I told her to lighten the mood.

“What's the fun in that?” Mila asked, giggling.

It was good to see her bouncing back.

"What do you want to do now? You're taking the lead here. Tell me what we do now," I urged."Why are you asking me that now?” Mila asked.

She lifted her head from my shoulder and creased her brow. I saw the confusion in her eyes.

“You can figure it out on your own,” she huffed.

“I could... but it will be a lot easier if you just tell me. It will save us both trouble.”

“I don't see how,” she muttered.

"Well, if you tell me, then you won't have to deal with me tracking you down and getting in yourway. And I won't have to deal with putting in the effort to track you down.”

“I want to go back to the temple,” Mila said, sighing heavily.

I looked her over. She wasn't vulnerable anymore. That was obvious. She had reverted to her usualwary, guarded expression and posture.

My sentiment for her rough childhood faded as she put up her defensive walls again. When shehardened herself, she wouldn't be receptive to any sentiment or comfort.

She wasn't like most people I knew, even from my own dimension. She was strong-minded anddidn't need sympathy or pity. I was used to females that were softer, gentler, and that needed morecomfort and encouragement.

Mila was strong on her own and didn't rely on anyone for that support. I appreciated that becauseI'd never been good at the comforting side.

When she was willing to open up, I felt... special. Having her open up at all was rare, but for her toopen up to me was something I couldn't take for granted. My heart softened slightly and for thefirst time, I wished I was good at giving comfort and support because when she was vulnerable, Ididn't know what to say.

I'd seen in her eyes that she wanted comfort. Never before had I wanted to be that guy for anyone.But there was this special, strong, unique female and she cracked the defenses around my heart.“You can leave now,” Mila said, breaking into my thoughts.

She pulled away from me slightly.

"Oh, you're giving me permission to leave the hotel room that I pay for?” I asked, arching aneyebrow.

Mila scoffed. “Look, you saw me cry, I told you a story, and now we made a plan for what to do next.I really want to take a shower.”

Smirking, I stood up and stretched until my back popped. My shirt pulled up over my stomach.Mila, who was at eye level with my stomach, gasped and her eyes widened.

I chuckled and pulled my shirt down.

She huffed and looked away from me.

“I'll pick you up at ten tonight,” I told her firmly.

“Well, at least I know what time not to be here,” she scoffed.

Growling, I grabbed her chin and forced her to look into my eyes.

“You asked for my help. You're not cutting me out anymore. If you dare leave on your own...”

Mila blinked at me. “You'll what? Hunt me down again?” she asked snarkily.

I sniffed and shook my head. “Oh no. I'll tell all those bounty hunters that are after you exactlywhere to replace you.”

Her eyes widened and she sneered at me.

I could practically hear her thoughts, even though she didn't say anything.

She couldn't believe that I was threatening her after I promised to help her. It was obvious in thosebig, blue eyes of hers and the way her jaw tensed in my grasp.

I released her face and nodded.

I admired how she kept her silence at that moment. And the startled look she gave me was kind ofcute. A deer in the headlights look, and I was the car barreling toward her. She realized just howtrapped she was.

“I'm glad we could come to this agreement. I'll see you at ten,” I reminded her.