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

head to look up at her, her blonde

I had been

moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of

Maeve, confirmed she was

I wasn’t

go with me into the

wasn’t about to

the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found

smelled like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over

the cemetery

hint of smile was evident on the

away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was

inside the

to light the candles at the altar

felt an odd rush of air touch my skin despite

candles didn’t

downy hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the

and cheek as she turned to light a single

as I gazed up at the faceless statue of the

pure granite, crafted as

The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who

hadn’t ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

always sought her in

a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for

that I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

“I don’t think we

was trembling as Rosalie turned

won’t force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

is her

why I chose

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

me, that

her desires to see Maeve alive and

stoic

herself with dignity

never let us see her falter or give in to her fears,

part of me told me that whatever

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

U

to

to see

need to…to understand how

What this means.

for

“1-1 know-” “You and I are different,

needs you for something I have

want…you and Rowan, and I think I

for sure so we can stop

I breathed,

the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in,

smell the roses they carried in their

we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

looked at her, then me, her expression softening as

just hold her hand, see if she can take

too easy,”

motherly look of warning, then turned

towards the statue

we just need to

be

that makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1

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

the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with

impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone

breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous but

oddly excited and was

me like that, and the silent

my eyes flitting

and practiced, and practiced until I

my abilities to will myself

could always find

I worried