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.

Kacidra called out, her voice mingling with

look up at her, her

it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and turned

successfully pulled myself in and out of

confirmed

more, something I wasn’t sure I

to go

I wasn’t about to tell

lips, chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt

me comfort as I maneuvered over the

entered the cemetery through the

the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes focused on

continued

inside the temple, the

matches she used to light the candles at the altar

odd rush of air touch

candles didn’t

rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

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

as I gazed up at the faceless statue of the

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though

hand was outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to touch her fingertips as they prayed, much like Rosalie

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her in my

a glimpse of her, maybe I would

that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think

turned around, her

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

if something goes wrong? What

her

why I chose

benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful eye, “I don’t

force me, that

deny her desires to see Maeve

such a stoic woman, but a

with

let us see her falter or give in to her

of me told me

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she

U

to

need to see what

understand how this

What this means.

for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-”

Lycenna needs you for

and Rowan, and

know for sure so we

I

the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in,

could smell the roses they

Kacidra asked

her, then me, her expression softening as she

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

too

a motherly look of warning, then turned

for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her

just need to

be able

you go, if that makes sense I know your method of

do,”

idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I

sounded impossible, in

a White Queen If

a deep breath, looking over

looked nervous

excited and

never seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

eyes

practiced, and

was confident in my abilities to will myself in and out

could always find the

I worried about