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 crashing

my head to look up at

let out the breath I had

I had successfully pulled

confirmed she was safe and

more, something I wasn’t sure I

go with

I wasn’t about to tell her

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

I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like

as I entered the cemetery through

full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she

turned away as she continued to converse

inside the temple, the door left

to light the candles at

of air touch my skin despite the stillness

didn’t

arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move

cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed

in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue

of pure granite, crafted as

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 before the

ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her

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

standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

think we should do this,

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think

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

her

why I chose

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

wouldn’t force me, that was

her desires to see

was such a stoic woman, but a

carried herself with dignity

us see her falter or give in to

of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest her

U

need to

to see what

to…to understand how

What this means.

for

Rowan.” “1-1 know-”

you for something I

want…you and Rowan, and I think

for sure so we

I

instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take

have to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come

roses they carried in their

doing this?” Kacidra

me, her expression softening as she smiled and

see if she can take me wherever

too easy,”

look of warning, then turned her

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

just

should be

go, if that makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1

is all we can do,” she smiled, but I

of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I was

impossible,

a White Queen If anyone could

over my

nervous

excited and was

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

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting

practiced, and practiced until

abilities to will myself

could always find the

I worried about