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 mingling

look up at

on, it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water once

been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

wanted more, something I

to go with me into the spirit

about

lips, chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my

me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks

closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched

as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was

had gone inside the temple, the

used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped

of air touch my skin despite

didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match after

soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to

my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of

pure granite, crafted as though the

the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners

hadn’t ever prayed to

But I sought her.

always sought her in my

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

I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

trembling as Rosalie turned

force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

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

her place,

I chose

Rosalie had laid out 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 with a careful eye, “I don’t know why you want to do it,” I confessed, my voice straining

wouldn’t force me, that

her desires to see Maeve alive

stoic woman, but a

herself with dignity and

us see her falter or give in to

side of her, but an overwhelming part of me

to Mirage, and she had

U

need to

see what you

understand how

What this means.

just for

know-” “You and I are different,

needs you for something I

want…you and Rowan, and I

know for sure so we can stop

right,” I breathed,

instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take

to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in,

could smell the roses they carried in

doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

me, her expression softening as

her hand, see

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

towards the statue nonchalantly, her

think we just

should be able

go, if that makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1

do,” she smiled, but I

first talked about the idea of her being able

impossible, in

If anyone could do this, it

deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra

nervous

oddly excited and

look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began

my eyes flitting up to the

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got

will myself in and

could always

worried