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

up at her,

breath I had been holding and turned to look

I had successfully pulled myself in and out

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn’t

try to go with me

about to tell

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

him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered

me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted

was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her

she continued to converse

inside the temple,

candles at the altar the second I stepped into the

touch

candles didn’t even

on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the

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

my throat as I gazed

crafted as though the

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,

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her

maybe I would know her reasons for giving

now that I was standing before her

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think we should do

Rosalie turned around, her

force you to,

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re in

is her place,

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,

wouldn’t force me, that

desires to see Maeve

stoic woman, but a

herself with dignity and

falter or give in to her fears, her deepest

side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve, she had kept to

gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

to

see

understand

What this means.

just for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and

pack Lycenna needs you for something I have to

Rowan, and I think I

to know for

I breathed,

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

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come

smell the roses they carried in their

are we doing this?” Kacidra asked

looked at her, then me, her

her hand, see if she can take me wherever

too easy,”

gave her a motherly look of warning,

towards the

think we just need to

be able

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

Trying is all we can do,” she smiled, but I could

we first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream

sounded impossible, in

If

over my

nervous

excited and was exudating

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

Rosalie, my eyes

and practiced

in my abilities to will myself in and out

could always

I worried