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

turned my head to look up at her, her blonde

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

for this moment I had successfully pulled

confirmed she

I

go with me into the

I wasn’t about

my lips, chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in

I maneuvered over

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

on the corner of her

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

inside the temple, the door

to light the candles at the

felt an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

didn’t

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

looked so 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 had been placed

throat as I gazed up at the faceless

crafted as though the temple had been

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

hadn’t ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

her in

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

now that I was standing before her

Unsure.

think we should

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

What if-” “We’re in the sanctuary

her place,

I chose

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

wouldn’t force me, that was

I couldn’t deny her desires to see

such a stoic

with dignity and

let us see her falter or give in to her fears,

Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve,

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to

to see what you

understand how

What this means.

for us,

“1-1 know-” “You and I are different,

Lycenna needs you for something I have

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

I need to know for sure so we

I

up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties

have to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come

the roses they

doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

looked at her, then me, her expression softening

just hold her hand, see if she

too easy,” Kacidra

a motherly look of warning,

the statue nonchalantly, her

think we just

be able

I know your method

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

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

impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone could

took a deep breath, looking over my

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and was exudating

at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to

Rosalie, my eyes flitting

practiced, and practiced until I got

will myself

could always

I worried about