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

my head to look up at

it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water once

moment I had successfully pulled

had found Maeve, confirmed

more, something I wasn’t sure I could

to go

wasn’t about to tell her

chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my

as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

was watching me closely as I entered the cemetery

of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of

once, then turned away as she continued

the temple,

light the candles at

odd rush of air touch my

didn’t

as I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

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

lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had

The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt

ever prayed to

But I sought her.

always sought her

maybe

I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think we should do

as Rosalie turned around, her

force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

goes wrong? What

her

I

we stand 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

me, that was

her desires to see Maeve alive

stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity and

never let us see her falter or give in to her

part of me told

and she had no witness to protest her

U

to

see what

to…to understand

What this means.

just for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

pack Lycenna needs you for

Rowan, and I

I need to know for

right,” I

guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in low

smell the roses they

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against

her, then me, her expression

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

sounds too

warning, then turned her attention back

towards the statue

just need to

should be able

I know your method of focus 1-1

can do,” she

about the idea of her being

impossible, in

she was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it was

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at

looked nervous but

oddly excited and was exudating

that, and the silent

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

in my abilities to will myself in

could always find the

worried