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.

out, her voice mingling

look up at her, her blonde hair swaying

I had been holding and turned to look

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

Maeve, confirmed she

Rosalie wanted more, something I

to go with me into

wasn’t about to tell

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

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

the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it

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

turned away as she continued to converse

gone inside the temple, the

she used to light the candles at the

odd rush of air touch my skin despite the

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match

hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of the statue of the Moon

against the lump in my throat as I

of pure granite, crafted as though the temple

darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to touch her

prayed to the

But I sought her.

her in my

glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons

now that I was standing before

Unsure.

think we should do this,

Rosalie turned around,

force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

goes wrong? What

is her place, her

why I

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 why you want to do it,” I confessed, my voice straining

wouldn’t force me,

her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

such a stoic woman,

with dignity

us see her falter or give in to her fears,

wondered if she let Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that

was gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

to see

see what

to…to understand how this

What this means.

just for us,

“1-1 know-” “You and I

for something I have

and I

to know for sure so we can stop

I

guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a realm outside of

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring

roses they

doing this?” Kacidra asked

then me, her

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

too

of warning,

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused on

we just need

be able

know your method of

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

being able to Dream Dance with me,

impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone could

took a deep breath, looking over

nervous

oddly excited and was

like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my

eyes flitting up

practiced, and

confident in my abilities to will

could always

worried about