Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 689

Chapter 36 : What Happened to Them

*Soren*

Mila raced up the steps and I was hot on her heels. I glanced around at the bodies and realized this was the burnt out remains of a pack house. It was the pack members' bodies all over the lawn, their blood staining the walls.

I slowed slightly and took a closer look around.

If this was a pack house, then the couple we'd seen playing with their child on the swing were the alpha and luna. There was no doubt in my mind. This was their pack and it had been decimated.

Worse than that, I suspected this was Mila's birth pack, which meant those two were her parents.

The only thing I couldn't figure out was why the girl had bouncing, curly blond hair as a little girl but now, as an adult, she had soft, brunette hair.

The rest of it made sense. Her parents and their pack had been wiped out, which was why she'd been orphaned. If the pack had survived, someone else would have raised her as the daughter of an alpha and luna. Instead, she'd been left to fend for herself.

I hadn't been sure what we were seeing was a memory of Mila's family until I saw the tears in her eyes and the reaction she had when she saw the mansion destroyed.

It must have been shocking to look back on the loving family she'd lost, especially compared to the horrible upbringing she'd had with her foster mother. Finding out the truth wasn't always a blessing.

Mila had needed to know who she was. And now, she did, but was that enough?

Inside the mansion, Mila sobbed and looked around.

“Where are they? They were just here! What happened to them?" she mumbled to herself, looking at the different bodies lying around.

I stood near the door, letting her look. She needed space to process this. I couldn't force her to come to terms with it.

My ears pricked up and I heard voices outside.

“I don't understand! What happened to them? They were strong enough to fight this," she wailed.

“Mila!" I snapped. I grabbed her and pulled her down so we were crouching near a broken window. I put my hand over her mouth. “Shh, listen. There are people outside, they might tell us more. But you need to calm down."

I felt Mila swallow and she nodded against my hand.

Slowly, I released her mouth but I kept my arm around her, pinned against me as we listened. If we were going to find out what happened here, we had to collect all the information we could.

Mila sighed and relaxed against me.

Smirking, I brushed her cheek with my fingers. “Good girl."

It was good to know that she could snap out of an emotional haze and be calm when it was required.

I eased my arm around her waist and lifted my head just enough to peer over the broken window. I didn't think these memory people could see us. It wasn't like we could change the past in a dream. We were just observing.

Of course, that was just a theory.

There were two burly, greasy shifters outside. They were searching the dead bodies, stripping them of valuables, and stuffing their treasures in sacks.

I sniffed and shook my head.

“Disgusting," I muttered.

“What?" Mila asked, looking over the window. She gasped and covered her mouth.

One of the men had an unusual tattoo on his face. It made him very noticeable.

The other man was missing an eye and his face was covered in a scraggly, gray beard.

“Where the f**k would she have hidden it? We searched the mansion and all the dead bodies… So, where is it?" tattoo-face snarled.

“Who knows… we've tried everything possible to… entice her to talk. But that b***h won't say anything! She hardly even screams, which is so boring," one-eye grumbled.

“What does this thing even look like?" one-eye asked gruffly. He kicked one of the bodies disrespectfully.

“I don't know. Alpha just said 'artifact.' I guess that means it is shiny and fancy looking," one-eye answered, shrugging. “Damn! Check this out."

He ripped the hand right off a dead body and held it out to his tattooed friend.

“s**t, that's a nice ring," tattoo-face agreed with a smug grin.

“If I could just…" The one-eye shifter snapped the finger off the severed hand and pocketed the ring. Laughing, he tossed the hand aside.

So, they were searching for the artifact, and they had no problem defiling dead bodies and stealing from the dead to get what they were after.

I glanced at Mila. Her face was pale. She must have known something more than she'd told me.

It wasn't the time to ask.

“I heard that b***h was stubborn. Is it true they cut off both her arms and legs to get her to talk?" tattoo-face asked.

“They sure did," one-eye said, licking his lips.

“And she still didn't say anything?"

One-eye chuckled. “Not a peep. She barely even grunted in pain. I couldn't believe it! There I was, watching them cut into her. The interrogators were having so much fun, I really wanted to join."

Beside me, Mila tensed and I saw her fists clench and shake.

“I was hoping they'd give me a chance with her before her limbs were cut off. You know, get in on that f**k action. It's not often you get to f**k a witch… But after they cut her up… That's just nasty!" the one-eyed shifter complained.

“Man, that would have been a nice ass to get my hands on… too bad she's all stumpy now."

I frowned and glanced at Mila.

Her eyes were bloodshot, nostrils flaring. She winced as the shifters began laughing.

Before I could stop her, Mila roared and ran out the front door of the mansion.

I raced after her as she picked up a sword lying beside the nearest body.

Swinging the sword and slicing at the air, Mila roared and raced toward the men.

“I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARDS!" she shouted, the sword flailing around.

“Mila!" I called after her.

She was out of my reach.

When the two shifters just kept laughing and shaking their heads, Mila stopped charging. Her arms dropped to her sides and the sword slid to the ground.

I reached her side and put a hand on her shoulder.

“We're just figments here, remember? Ghosts… This has already happened. You can't change it, you can't influence it," I reminded her.

Mila scoffed and went up to the one-eyed creep. She tried to punch him and her hand went right through his head.

Sighing, her entire body sagged and she stepped back.

“We're just here to watch and listen," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders.

“Well, you know, if she's too tore up to be pleasurable, I heard she has a daughter," tattoo-face said through chuckles.

Mila's face went paper white again and I squeezed her against me.

“Ugh. Come on, man. That's a f*****g child!" one-eye groaned and scoffed.

“True. But children grow up. She might have her mother's looks, and all her limbs," tattoo-face laughed again.

“That's something. But not anything that helps right now," one-eye growled. He grabbed his crotch obscenely.

“She might have information. Little kids see things, you know?" tattoo-face asked.

“I'm sure she did know something, which is why her brutal mother made sure she'd never talk.".

They resumed picking through the dead bodies and stripping them of their valuables.

“What do you mean, 'did'?"

“That Jessica b***h, she's f*****g ruthless! I heard she burnt the little witch to death," one-eye explained.

“Her own daughter?" tattoo-face asked, looking more impressed than concerned.

“Yeah. Apparently, she thought it would protect her or something," one-eye said, shrugging.
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