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 mingling with the crashing

turned my head to look up at her,

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

had been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled

Maeve, confirmed she was

more, something I wasn’t sure I could

to go with me into the

wasn’t about to tell her

from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the

smelled like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks

as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing

hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her

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

the temple, the

the matches she used to light the candles at the altar

odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness

candles didn’t

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

in the soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand

throat as I gazed

of pure granite, crafted as

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 statue, reaching

ever prayed

But I sought her.

sought her in

maybe I

was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

think

What if-” “We’re in the sanctuary

her place,

I chose

the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering

wouldn’t force me, that

I couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve

stoic woman, but

herself with dignity and

her falter or give in to her fears,

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

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she

U

need to see

need to see what

need to…to understand how this

What this means.

for

know-”

pack Lycenna needs you for

want…you and Rowan, and I think I

to know for

I breathed,

up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in

roses they carried in

how are we doing this?” Kacidra asked

then me, her expression

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

too easy,” Kacidra

gave her a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention

Rosalie motioned towards the

just need to

should be able

makes sense I know your method of focus

all we can do,” she smiled, but I

first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I was

sounded impossible,

she was a White Queen If

breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra

looked nervous but

excited

and the

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

and practiced, and

confident in my abilities to will myself in and out

always find

I worried about