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

look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

out the breath I had been holding and turned

this moment I had successfully

found Maeve, confirmed she

wanted more, something I wasn’t

go with me into the spirit

about to tell

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

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks

me closely as I entered the cemetery

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

continued to converse with

gone inside the temple, the door left

matches she used to light the candles at

felt an odd rush of air touch my skin

didn’t even

neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been

throat as I gazed up at the

of pure granite, crafted as though

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 their arms up to touch her fingertips as they prayed,

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her in

thought, if I could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe

I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

turned

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

think

What

her place,

why I chose

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

me, that

her desires to see Maeve

stoic

carried herself with dignity and

or give in to her fears,

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

and she had no witness

U

to see

see

to…to understand how

What this means.

for us,

know-” “You and

you for something I have to

and Rowan, and I think

to know for sure so we can

right,” I breathed,

leaning against

to

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in,

roses they carried

doing this?” Kacidra

her expression softening as

her hand, see

too

of warning, then turned her attention back to

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

just

be able

sense I know your method of focus 1-1 think you’re

do,” she smiled, but

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

impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone could do this, it was

looking over my shoulder at kacidra

nervous

looked oddly excited and was exudating

and the silent encouragement began to course through my veins

eyes flitting

practiced, and practiced, and

will myself in and out

could always

I worried