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.

out, her voice mingling with

at her,

let out the breath I had

I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

had found Maeve, confirmed she was

I wasn’t sure

wanted to try to go with me into the spirit

wasn’t about to tell

turned toward the temple, tucking my

gave me comfort as I maneuvered over

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

of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth

away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was alight

inside the temple, the door left

candles at the altar the second

felt an odd rush of air touch my

didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

looked so 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

throat as I gazed up at

granite, crafted as though the temple

hand held the candle, 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

prayed to the

But I sought her.

her in my

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

standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

don’t think we should do

Rosalie turned around, her

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

think

What if-”

her place,

why I chose

had laid out several white roses on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her

force me, that was

couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive

such a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity

would never let us see her falter or give in to her

see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that

was gone to Mirage, and

U

to

see what you

to…to understand how

What this means.

for

Rowan.” “1-1 know-”

needs you for something

want…you and Rowan, and I

know for sure so

right,” I breathed,

pitch of guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

could smell the roses they carried in their

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

her expression softening as she smiled

hold her hand, see if she can

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

motherly look of warning, then turned

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

just need to

be able

sense I know your method of focus

Trying is all we can do,” she

about the idea of her being able to

sounded impossible, in

Queen If anyone could do

breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous

looked oddly excited

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

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

in my abilities to will myself in and

could always find

I worried about