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.

voice mingling with the

to look up at her, her

had been holding and turned

I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams

found Maeve, confirmed she was

wanted more, something I wasn’t sure I could

go with me into the

I wasn’t about to

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

as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

I entered the cemetery through

hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she

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

the

candles at the altar the second I stepped

of air touch

didn’t even

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie

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

my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of

etched out of pure granite, crafted as

fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms

ever prayed

But I sought her.

sought her in

maybe I

standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

think we should

turned around, her eyes

force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

goes wrong? What if-” “We’re in

is her place, her

why I chose

inside 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 was

I couldn’t deny her desires to

such a stoic woman, but a

carried herself with dignity

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

but an overwhelming part of me told

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest

U

to see

to see

to…to understand how

What this means.

just for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are different,

you for

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

for sure so we can stop

I

leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

had come in,

smell the roses

doing this?” Kacidra asked

her

hold her hand, see if she can

sounds too

her a motherly look of warning, then

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

think we just need

should be able to

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

Trying is all we can do,” she

first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with

sounded impossible,

If anyone

a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous

oddly excited

the silent encouragement began

eyes flitting up to

and practiced, and practiced until I

in my abilities to will myself in and out of

could always find the

I worried