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 mingling with the crashing

up at her, her blonde hair

it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look

this moment I had successfully pulled

found Maeve, confirmed

more, something I wasn’t

try to go with me

I wasn’t about to

salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in Rowan’s

comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

closely as I entered the cemetery through the

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

as she continued to converse with

the

the candles at the

an odd rush of air touch my

didn’t

hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

multi-colored sunlight drifting down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a

as I gazed up at the faceless statue of the

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been built around

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 by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms

hadn’t ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her

a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving

I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

Rosalie turned around, her

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

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

wouldn’t force me, that was

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

such a stoic woman, but a

herself with dignity

let us see her falter or give in to

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

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she

U

to see

to see

understand how

What this means.

just for us,

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I

for something

and I think I

I need to know for sure

right,” I

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

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring

roses they carried in their

Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

her expression softening as

see if she

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning,

asked her for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused

we just need to

be able

I know your

do,” she smiled, but

we first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance

impossible,

was a White Queen If anyone could do

deep breath, looking over

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and

her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

and practiced until

to will myself in and out of

could always find the

I worried about