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

head to look up at her, her

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

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

something I wasn’t sure I could

to go with me into the

I wasn’t about to tell her

temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in

as I maneuvered over the rocks to what

I entered the

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

away as she continued to

had gone inside the temple, the door left

could smell the matches she used to light the candles at the altar the

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

didn’t even

hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched

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

lump in my throat as I gazed up

as though the temple had been built around

outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt

ever prayed to

But I sought her.

sought her in

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

was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think we should do

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

won’t force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

goes wrong? What

her place,

why I chose

the stone benches and the statue, her fingers

force me, that

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well

such a stoic woman, but

carried herself with dignity and

never let us see her falter or give in

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

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

U

to see

need to see what you

understand how

What this means.

just for us,

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

for something I have to

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

for

right,” I

of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in

smell the roses they carried

doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

her

hand, see if

too easy,”

motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

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

think we just need to

be

go, if that makes sense I know

Trying is all we can do,” she

of her being able to Dream Dance with me,

sounded impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone could do this,

breath, looking over my shoulder at

nervous

looked oddly excited and was exudating

seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my veins

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I

will myself in and

always find the

worried