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 the

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in the

I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the

successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams

had found Maeve, confirmed she

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn’t sure I could

try to go with me into

about to tell

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

comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

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

hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth

she continued to converse with

the temple, the door left

candles at the altar the

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

didn’t

I watched Rosalie move around the

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 the statue

I gazed up at the faceless statue

out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had

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 was

hadn’t ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her

of her, maybe I would know her reasons for

I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

“I don’t think

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think

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

is her place,

I chose

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,

wouldn’t force me,

her desires to see

such a stoic woman, but

carried herself with dignity

would never let us see her falter or give in

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

and she

U

to

need to see

to…to understand how this

What this means.

for us,

for Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are different,

Lycenna needs you for something I have to

and I think I

I need to know for sure

I breathed,

mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a

to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in

could smell the roses they

doing this?” Kacidra

her expression

her hand, see if she

too easy,” Kacidra

motherly look of warning, then turned her attention

asked her for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the

think we just need to

should be able to

I know

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

her being able to Dream Dance with me,

impossible, in

White Queen If

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder

looked nervous

excited and was

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

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the faceless

and practiced, and practiced until I got it

confident in my abilities to will

always

I worried about