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

to look up at her, her

out the breath I had been holding and

I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe

I wasn’t

go with me into the

about to tell her

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

I maneuvered over the rocks

as I entered the cemetery through the rusted

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

she continued to converse with kacidra, who was

the

the candles at the altar the second I stepped

touch my skin despite the

candles didn’t

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

rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle

the lump in my throat as I

crafted as though the

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 like Rosalie was doing

prayed to

But I sought her.

her in my

if I could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe

now that I was standing before

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should

Rosalie turned around,

won’t force

I promised you that.”

think

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

her place, her

I chose

situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering

wouldn’t force me, that

her desires to see Maeve alive and

a stoic woman, but a

with dignity

see her falter or

but an overwhelming part of

was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to

see

to…to understand

What this means.

for

“1-1 know-”

pack Lycenna needs you for something I

Rowan, and

for sure so we can

right,” I

of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself,

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in

smell the roses they carried in their

are we doing this?” Kacidra asked

looked at her, then me, her expression softening

think I’M just hold her hand, see

sounds too

look of warning, then turned her attention back

the statue nonchalantly, her

think we just need to

be able

go, if that makes sense I know

do,” she smiled, but I could sense her

idea of her being able to Dream Dance

impossible,

a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

looked nervous

excited and was exudating

that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my

eyes flitting up to the

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

in my abilities to will myself

could always

worried about