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

I let out the breath I had been holding and

had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams

Maeve, confirmed she was

more, something I wasn’t sure I could

wanted to try to go with me

about to tell

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

I maneuvered over the rocks to

as I entered the

arms were full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched

once, then turned away as she continued

the temple, the door

to light the candles at the altar

rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness

didn’t even

hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie

the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned

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

pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been

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 was

hadn’t ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

her in

glimpse of her, maybe I

that I was standing before her

Unsure.

think we should do

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

goes wrong? What if-” “We’re in

her place, her

I chose

a white temple and now 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 lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful eye, “I don’t know why you want to do it,” I confessed, my voice straining with a silent

wouldn’t force me, that was

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

stoic woman,

herself with dignity

would never let us see her falter or give

an overwhelming part of me

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest her

U

need to see

need to see

need to…to understand how

What this means.

just for us,

“1-1 know-” “You and I

for something

and I think I

need to know for sure so

I breathed,

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

to

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring

the roses they carried

how are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

then me, her expression softening as she smiled

her hand, see if she can take me wherever

sounds too

motherly look of warning, then turned

for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue

think we just need to

should be able to

sense I know your

is all we can do,” she smiled, but I

being able to

sounded impossible,

If anyone

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous

excited and

her look at me like that, and the

my eyes

practiced, and practiced, and

abilities to will myself in

could always

I worried about