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 the crashing

turned my head to look up at her, her blonde

let out the breath I had

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in

confirmed she was safe and

something I wasn’t sure I could

go with

wasn’t about

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

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over

me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it behind

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

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with

gone inside the temple, the

light the candles at the altar the second I stepped

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match after

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

against the lump in my throat as I

as though the temple had been built around

from centuries of

hadn’t ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her in

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

that I was standing before

Unsure.

“I don’t think we

Rosalie turned around,

force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

her place, her

I chose

on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the

force me, that

deny her desires to see

stoic woman,

with

let us see her falter or give in to her fears, her

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

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

U

to

see what you

need to…to understand how this

What this means.

just for us,

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I

Lycenna needs you for something I

want…you and Rowan, and I think

to know for sure so we can stop

I

mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to

to

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

the roses they

are we doing this?” Kacidra

her, then me, her expression softening as she

see if she can take me

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

of warning, then

guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue

just need

be able

I know your method of

do,” she smiled,

the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me,

impossible, in

White Queen If anyone could do

breath, looking over my shoulder at

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited

never seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

and practiced until I

to will myself in and

could always find the

I worried