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 crashing

head to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in

Maeve, confirmed she was

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn’t sure I could

wanted to try to go with me into

about

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

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

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

the corner of her mouth as she watched me,

then turned away as she continued to

gone inside the temple,

candles at the

rush of air touch my skin despite

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move

hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of

throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of the

of pure granite, crafted as though the

fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being

prayed

But I sought her.

sought her in my

only catch a glimpse of her, maybe

now that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won’t force

I promised you that.”

don’t think

wrong? What if-” “We’re in

her place, her

why I

and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful

force me, that was

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well

was such a stoic woman,

with

us see her falter or give in to her

overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve,

was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to

see what you

to…to understand

What this means.

just for

“1-1 know-” “You and I are

for something I have

want…you and Rowan, and I think I

to know for sure so we can stop

right,” I

of Rowan instead of leaning against my

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in

roses they carried in their

are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

then me, her expression softening

just hold her hand, see if she can take me wherever she

sounds too

her a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly,

we just need to

should be able to

I know your method of focus

all we can do,” she smiled, but I could sense her

of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I

sounded impossible, in

she was a White Queen If anyone could do

a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra

looked nervous but

oddly excited and was

the silent encouragement began to course

my eyes flitting up to

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced

will myself in and out

always find the

worried about