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.

out, her voice

up at her, her blonde hair swaying

had been holding and turned to

for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe

wanted more, something I wasn’t sure

to try to go with me into the

about to tell her

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

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

closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

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

continued to converse with kacidra, who was

the

used to light the candles at

of air touch my skin despite

didn’t

hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match after

the 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 hand of the statue

my throat as I

as though the

hand held the candle, while the other hand was outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched

prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her in

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

that I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

don’t think we should do

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

What

her

I chose

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

force me, that was

her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

such a stoic woman, but a silent

with dignity

her falter or give

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

to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

to

see what

to…to understand how this

What this means.

just for us,

for Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I

needs you for something I have

and Rowan, and I think

need to know for sure

right,” I breathed,

instead of leaning against my deeply rooted

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in

roses they carried

this?” Kacidra asked

her expression softening as she smiled

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

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

the statue nonchalantly, her eyes

just

be able to

sense I know your method

do,” she smiled, but I could sense her

we first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I

impossible,

White Queen If

over my shoulder at

nervous

excited

the silent encouragement began to course through

eyes flitting up to the

practiced, and practiced, and practiced

will myself

always find the

I worried