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.

voice

at

I had been holding and turned to look over

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself

Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn’t sure I could

to try to go

wasn’t about to

toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of

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

as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing

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

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

the temple, the door left

candles at

air touch my

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I

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 the hand of

swallowed against the lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue

crafted as though the temple had been built around

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

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her

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

was standing

Unsure.

don’t think we should do

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think

goes wrong? What

her place, her

I chose

several white roses on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched

me, that was

deny her desires to see

a stoic

herself with dignity

falter or give in to her fears,

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

and she had no witness

U

need to see

see what you

understand how this

What this means.

for us,

know-” “You

needs you for something I have to

want…you and Rowan, and I

to know for sure so we

right,” I breathed,

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

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

could smell the roses they

doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

her expression softening as she smiled and

hold her hand, see if she can

too

of warning, then turned her

the statue nonchalantly, her

we just need

be able

know your method

can try” Trying is all we can do,” she

being able to Dream Dance with me, I

impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone could do

looking over

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and

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

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

practiced, and

will

could always

I worried