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.

voice mingling with

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair

the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water once

been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams

found Maeve, confirmed

something I wasn’t

try to go

wasn’t about to tell

temple, tucking my

like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an uncertain

the cemetery

and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of

continued to converse with kacidra, who

gone inside the

candles

felt an odd rush of air touch my

didn’t even

neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

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

throat as I gazed up

of pure granite, crafted as though the

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

prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her

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

now that I was standing

Unsure.

think

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

her place,

why I

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

me, that was

to see Maeve alive and well for

a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with

falter or give in

of me told me that whatever

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

need to see

need to see

to…to understand how

What this means.

for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

needs you for something I have

and I

need to know for sure so we can

I breathed,

guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in

roses they carried in their

this?” Kacidra asked

then me, her expression

hold her hand, see if she can take me

sounds too

her a motherly look of warning,

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

just need to

be

that makes sense I know your method of

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

being able to Dream Dance with me,

impossible, in

White Queen If anyone

breath, looking over my shoulder

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and

never seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

practiced, and practiced until

my abilities to will

could always find the

worried about