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.

called out, her voice mingling with the crashing

look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

on, it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and

confirmed she was safe

something I wasn’t sure

to go with

wasn’t about

spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets

as I maneuvered over

was watching me closely as I entered the

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

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra,

the

could smell the matches she used to light the candles

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

candles didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

and cheek as she turned to light a single candle

swallowed against the lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of

pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been built

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

ever prayed

But I sought her.

sought her in my

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

was standing before her

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do this,

as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won’t force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

something goes wrong? What if-” “We’re in the sanctuary

is her

why I chose

the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched

wouldn’t force me,

desires to see Maeve alive

a stoic woman, but

herself with

would never let us see her falter or give in to her

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

Mirage, and she had no witness to protest

U

need to see

need to see what

to…to understand how this

What this means.

for us,

“1-1 know-” “You

pack Lycenna needs you for

and

for sure so we

right,” I

mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

had come

could smell the roses they carried

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

looked at her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled

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

sounds too easy,”

look of warning, then turned her

the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still

think we just

be able

makes sense I know your

can try” Trying is all we can do,”

being able to Dream

sounded impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone

breath, looking over my shoulder at

looked nervous

oddly excited and was exudating

like that, and the silent encouragement began to

eyes

and practiced until I got

will myself in and out of

could always find the

I worried