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.

her voice mingling with the

look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

had been holding and turned to look over the water once

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in

had found Maeve, confirmed she was

wanted more, something I wasn’t sure

to go with me into the

I wasn’t about to tell

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

I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

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

the corner of her mouth as she watched

nodded, once, then turned away as she continued to converse

inside the temple, the door

the candles at the altar the second I stepped

touch my skin despite the stillness in the

candles didn’t even

downy hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched

young in 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

in my throat as I

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

facing the ceiling 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

ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

always sought her in

maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the burden I

now that I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

“I don’t think

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force

I promised you that.”

think

if something goes wrong? What

is her

why I

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,

force me, that

couldn’t deny her desires to

stoic woman, but a silent

carried herself with

would never let us see her falter or

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

was gone to Mirage, and

U

to

to see what you

understand how this

What this means.

just for

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

Lycenna needs you for something

Rowan, and I think I

I need to know for sure so we can

right,” I

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 realm outside of my

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring

smell the roses they carried in

how are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

her expression softening as she smiled and

hold her hand, see if

too easy,”

a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still

just need to

should be

you go, if that makes sense I know your method

all we can do,” she smiled, but I could

about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance

impossible, in

White Queen If

breath, looking over my

looked nervous

oddly excited and

me like that, and the silent encouragement began to

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

and practiced until I got

my abilities to will myself in

always

worried