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 the crashing

head to look up at her, her blonde hair

had been holding and turned to look over the water once

had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams on

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe

I wasn’t sure I

wanted to try to go with me into

wasn’t about to

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

me comfort as I maneuvered over

entered the cemetery through

were full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me,

turned away as she continued to converse

gone inside the temple, the door left

to light the candles at the altar

touch my skin despite the stillness

didn’t even

and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match

looked so young in 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 the

I gazed up at

as though the temple had been built around

the other 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

ever prayed

But I sought her.

her in my

only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for

that I was standing before her

Unsure.

think we should do this,

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won’t force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

goes wrong? What

is her place, her

I chose

of it.” Rosalie had laid out 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

me, that

couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive

a stoic woman,

herself with

let us see her falter or give

part of me told me that

to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest

U

need to

to see

understand

What this means.

just for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

pack Lycenna needs you for

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

know for sure so we

I

felt a pitch of guilt at 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

to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

the roses they carried in

doing this?” Kacidra asked

then me, her expression

see if she can take me wherever

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

gave her a motherly look of warning, then

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused on

just

be

know your method of focus 1-1

is all we can do,” she smiled,

about the idea of her being able to Dream

impossible, in

Queen If anyone could do this,

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous

excited and was

that, and the silent encouragement began to course

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting

and practiced

was confident in my abilities to will myself in and

could always

I worried about