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

turned my head to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying

I had been holding

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

wanted more, something I wasn’t sure

wanted to try to go with me into

about

spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my

like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like

me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing

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

turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who

inside the temple, the

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

an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the

didn’t even

and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

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

throat as I gazed up at the

of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been

were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to

hadn’t ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her in

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

was standing before her

Unsure.

don’t think we should do this,

as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force you to,

I promised you that.”

think

something goes wrong? What

her

I

the statue, her fingers

force me,

couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve

a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with

see her falter or give in to

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

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to see

need to see what you

need to…to understand how

What this means.

just for

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

needs you for something I have

and I

for sure so we

I

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 realm outside

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

smell the roses they

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

looked at her, then me, her expression softening as

her hand, see if she can take me wherever she

too easy,” Kacidra

of warning, then turned her attention back

Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly,

think we just need

be able to

know your method of focus

can do,” she smiled,

her being able to Dream Dance

impossible, in

Queen If anyone

over my shoulder

nervous

looked oddly excited and was exudating

that, and the silent encouragement

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

practiced, and practiced, and practiced

to will myself in and out of

always find

I worried