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

up at her, her blonde hair swaying in the

had been holding and turned to look over the water once

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

found Maeve, confirmed she

I

to try to go with me

I wasn’t about to tell her

tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in Rowan’s

maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like

I entered the cemetery

evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra,

inside the temple,

light the candles at the altar the

rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the

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 the hand of the statue

my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of

out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been built

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, much like Rosalie was

prayed to

But I sought her.

sought her in my

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

I was standing before her

Unsure.

think we should do

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned

won’t force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

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

her place,

I chose

the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with

force me, that was

couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

stoic woman, but

herself with dignity and

falter or give in to

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

gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

need to

see what

to…to understand

What this means.

just for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

pack Lycenna needs you for

Rowan, and I think I know

to know for sure so we can

right,” I breathed,

mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties

to

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in

roses they carried

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

at her, then me, her expression softening as she

just hold her hand, see

too

gave her a motherly look of warning, then turned her

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

think we just need to

be able to

go, if that makes sense I know

is all we can do,” she smiled,

we first talked about the idea of her being able

sounded impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone

looking over my

nervous

looked oddly excited and was exudating

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

eyes flitting up to the

and

to will myself in and

could always

I worried about