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

head to look up at her, her blonde hair

the breath I had been holding and turned to look over

been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe

wanted more, something I

to go with

I wasn’t about to tell

toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the

maneuvered over

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

hint of smile was evident on the corner of her

continued to converse with kacidra, who was

gone inside the temple, the door

used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into the

rush of air touch my

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I

hair and cheek as she turned to light a

the lump in my throat as I gazed up at

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though

were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to touch

hadn’t ever prayed to

But I sought her.

always sought her in

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

now that I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do this,

turned around, her

won’t force

I promised you that.”

don’t think

goes wrong? What if-” “We’re in the

is her place, her

I

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

wouldn’t force me, that was

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

was such a stoic

herself with

let us see her falter or give in

if she let Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was

Mirage, and she had no witness to protest her

U

need to see

need to see

need to…to understand

What this means.

for

know-” “You

you for something

want…you and Rowan, and I think I

I need to know for sure so we

I breathed,

of guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring

the roses they

Kacidra

her expression softening

her hand, see if she can take me wherever

sounds too easy,”

of warning, then turned

the statue nonchalantly,

just

be able to

I know your method of focus

do,”

her being able to Dream Dance with

impossible, in

Queen If anyone could do this,

a deep breath, looking over my

nervous but

excited

that, and the

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got

will myself in and

could always

I worried