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 with the crashing

head to look up at

the breath I had been holding and turned to look

been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself

Maeve, confirmed she

Rosalie wanted more, something I

try to go with me into the

about

and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had

comfort as I maneuvered over

as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it behind

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

turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra,

had gone inside the temple, the door

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

an odd rush of air touch my

candles didn’t

neck rose as I watched Rosalie move

young in 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

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

of pure granite, crafted as though the temple

palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her in my

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

was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

think

trembling as Rosalie turned

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

is her place,

I

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 petals as she watched me with a careful eye, “I don’t know

force me,

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

was such a stoic woman, but a silent

with dignity and

falter or give in to

overwhelming part of me

gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

to

to see what

to…to understand

What this means.

for

know-” “You and

needs you for something I have

and I think

I need to know for

I breathed,

given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring

the roses they carried in

Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the far

her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled and

just hold her hand, see if she can take me

too

look of warning, then turned her

motioned towards the

think we just need

be able to

sense I know your method of focus

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

about the idea of her being able to Dream

sounded impossible,

Queen If anyone could do this, it

over my

looked nervous but

excited and

me like that, and the silent encouragement

Rosalie, my eyes

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

was confident in my abilities to will myself in

could always find the

I worried about