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.

her voice mingling with the crashing

up at her, her

time!” I let out the breath I had been holding

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

I wasn’t sure I

to try to go with me into

wasn’t about

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

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

as I entered the cemetery through the rusted

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

continued

had gone inside the

the candles at the altar the

touch my skin despite the stillness in the

didn’t

arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

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

throat as I gazed up

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though 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 to the

But I sought her.

her in

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

I was standing before her

Unsure.

think

as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re

her place, her

why I chose

on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with

force me,

I couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

such a stoic woman,

with dignity

let us see her falter or give

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

to Mirage, and

U

need to see

to see what you

understand how this

What this means.

for us,

“1-1 know-”

Lycenna needs you for something I have

Rowan, and

for

I

Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring

the roses they carried in their

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

her, then me, her expression

her hand, see if she

sounds too easy,”

look of warning, then turned her

motioned towards the

we just

be able

that makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1

we can do,” she smiled, but I could

her being able to Dream Dance with me, I was

impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone

took a deep breath, looking over my

looked nervous but

excited

at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

my eyes flitting

and practiced, and practiced

my abilities to will myself

could always

I worried about