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.

her voice mingling

to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and

moment I had successfully pulled myself in and

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

something I wasn’t sure I

to go with me into

I wasn’t about to tell her

turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of

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

watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing

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

away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was

inside the temple, the door left

matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second

touch my skin

candles didn’t even

downy hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move

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

the lump in my throat as I gazed up at

pure granite, crafted as though the

hand held the 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

prayed to the

But I sought her.

her

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

standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

don’t think we

Rosalie turned around,

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think

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

is her place, her

why I chose

said you dreamt of a white temple and now we stand inside of it.” 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

wouldn’t force me, that was

deny her desires to see Maeve alive

was such a stoic woman, but

carried herself with

see her falter or give in to her fears, her

that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that

was gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

need to

see

need to…to understand how

What this means.

just for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

for

want…you and Rowan, and

for sure so we can

I breathed,

mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my

have to

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in

smell the roses they carried

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

her expression softening

I’M just hold her hand, see if she can take me wherever

too easy,” Kacidra

look of warning, then turned her attention back

the statue nonchalantly,

just need to

should be able

you go, if that makes sense I know your method

can try” Trying is all we can do,” she smiled, but I

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

sounded impossible, in

If

breath, looking over my

looked nervous

oddly excited and was

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

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got

my abilities to will myself in and

always find the

worried