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 with the crashing

my head to look up at

I let out the breath I had been

I had successfully pulled myself in and out of

had found Maeve, confirmed

more, something I wasn’t

try to go with me into the spirit

I wasn’t about to tell her

and turned toward the temple, tucking

maneuvered over the

entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

on the corner of her mouth as she watched me,

away as she continued to converse

inside the temple, the door

candles at the altar the

touch my

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

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 of

against the lump in my throat as I gazed up at

granite, crafted as though the temple had been

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 to the

But I sought her.

her in

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

standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

don’t think

as Rosalie turned around,

force

I promised you that.”

don’t think

What if-” “We’re in

is her

I

altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the

me, that was

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

stoic woman, but a silent

herself with

let us see her falter or give

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

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest

U

to see

to see

to…to understand

What this means.

for us,

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

needs you for something

and Rowan, and I think I know

know for sure so

right,” I breathed,

of Rowan instead of leaning against

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in,

roses they

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

looked at her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled

I’M just hold her hand, see if she

too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning, then turned her

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused

we just need to

be able to

go, if that makes sense I know your method

all we can do,” she smiled, but

talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I was

impossible,

a White Queen If anyone could do

took a deep breath, looking over

looked nervous but

excited and was

never seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through

eyes flitting up to the faceless

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I

in my abilities to will myself in and out of

could always find

worried about