Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 288

Chapter 68: Death of a White Queen Hanna The waves were lapping against the shore in a graceful, rhythmic pattern. I like this water.

It was frigid, biting, and sent a jolt of electricity through my body whenever I reached my hand down into the rocks and let it glide over my bare skin.

Rowan swam in it on occasion.

I loved to watch him as he did laps back and forth along the breakwater where the water was calm and safe from the swirling rip currents.

We had been taking long walks together lately, always ending at the port.

I would perch on a rock and watch him dive into the water, his chestnut hair clinging to his skin as he moved gracefully against the heavy silt.

Like a seal, I thought with a smile.

Or an otter.

My Rowan.

How odd we must seem to other people.

We were not the typical mates.

We’d known each other for almost three months and had yet to touch more than occasionally intertwining our fingers while we walked.

We barely spoke, in fact.

But I found solace in our silence.

Rowan had never once chastised me for my uncontrollable powers.

He never judged, rejected, or ignored me.

I was just Hanna to him.

Not a witch.

Not a dream dancer.

I was just the girl I hadn’t yet had a chance to be.

Watching him board the seaplane once again stung more than it had the first time.

They were all going, the men, leaving us women behind while they congregated with the Alphas of the East to settle things in Mirage.

I stood on the bluff overlooking the port while the plane took off and circled over the village until it disappeared into the low hanging clouds, and I could feel Rowan’s presence no more.

This time was different and would be different.

I wasn’t a stranger to Rowan’s people any longer.

Rosalie was interested in me, enthused by my powers.

She could sense them and make sense of them in a way no one else had done before, save for my mother before she died.

Even Kacidra had softened to me, opening up her heart and accepting me for who, and whatever, I was.

And then there was Gemma, who had the strangest aura about her, something that pulled me in and kept me hooked on her every movement and every word.

She had felt so familiar to me in the same way Rosalie felt familiar.

I often wondered if Gemma had powers of her own, something buried deep inside, something dormant.

But that didn’t matter at the moment.

I was standing along the shore as Rosalie, Kacidra, and Otto’s wife Shelly fussed over the row of white roses that lined the stone fence along the inner wall of the cemetery further up the hill.

The Temple to the Moon Goddess was nestled snugly in a crop of tall spruce trees overlooking the water, and the voices of the women carried on the soft breeze that touched my cheek as I closed my eyes and breathed deeply the scents of salt and pine.

I was supposed to be here right now.

I felt it in my bones.

Why, I didn’t know.

It had taken some coaxing to get Shelly to join us on this trip.

The temple was a good thirty minute walk from the village, and she was reluctant to leave her young children behind.

But I knew there was more to it.

Shelly didn’t worship the Goddess.

She had been reeling from the events Rowan had described during one of our walks.

She was a strange person in a strange land, someone who didn’t quite fit in.

Much like myself.

I hadn’t had a single conversation with Shelly, but I felt a bond with her, nonetheless.

out, her voice mingling with

look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

had been

moment I had successfully

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

more, something I

go with me

about to tell

toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in

him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks

as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it behind

arms were full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner

then turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who

gone inside the temple, the door left

to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

didn’t

arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie

the soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of the statue of

throat as I gazed up

etched out of pure granite, crafted as though

facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries

prayed to the

But I sought her.

always sought her

catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the burden I

I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think we should

trembling as Rosalie turned

force you to,

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re in the sanctuary

her place,

why I chose

several white roses on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful eye, “I don’t know why you

force me, that

I couldn’t deny her desires to

a stoic woman, but

herself with dignity

would never let us see her falter or give in to her fears,

she let Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she

was gone to Mirage, and she

U

need to

to see what

to…to understand how

What this means.

for

“1-1 know-”

needs you for something I have to

want…you and Rowan, and I think

need to know for

right,” I breathed,

had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in,

could smell the roses they carried

doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the far

at her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled

think I’M just hold her hand, see if she

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

motherly look of warning, then turned her

motioned towards the statue

just need to

be

sense I know your method of focus 1-1 think you’re

we can do,”

her being able to Dream Dance with

impossible,

a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder

nervous but

oddly excited and was

look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got it

abilities to will myself

could always

I worried