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.

called out, her voice

at her,

on, it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding

moment I had successfully pulled

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe

wanted more, something I wasn’t sure I could

to go with me into

wasn’t about to tell her

temple, tucking my

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks

entered the cemetery through the

a hint of smile was evident on the corner of

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was alight with

gone inside the temple,

candles at the altar

touch my skin despite the stillness

didn’t

as I

reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the

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

out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had

the other hand was outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt

ever prayed to

But I sought her.

sought her

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

that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think we should do

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned

force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

something goes wrong? What

is her

I

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 why you want to do

force me,

her desires to see

a stoic woman, but a silent

with

us see her falter or give

part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding

to Mirage, and she had no witness

U

to

see

need to…to understand how

What this means.

for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-”

for something I have

and Rowan, and I

for sure

right,” I breathed,

of leaning against my deeply

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring

roses

Kacidra asked bluntly,

at her, then me, her expression softening

just hold her hand, see if she

too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning, then

the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still

we just need to

should be able

know your method of

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

we first talked about the idea of her being able

sounded impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it was

over my shoulder at kacidra

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and

at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

my eyes flitting up to the

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

my abilities to will myself in and out of dreams

always find the

I worried about