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

look up at her, her blonde

I had been holding and

for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of

had found Maeve, confirmed she was

more, something I wasn’t

try to go

wasn’t about

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

him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt

entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it behind

the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes focused on

turned away as she continued to converse with

inside the temple, the

she used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

candles didn’t even

neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

looked so young 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

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

etched out of pure granite, crafted as though

outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries

prayed

But I sought her.

always sought her in

only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I

was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

was trembling as Rosalie turned

force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think

What if-”

her place, her

I chose

the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful eye, “I don’t know why you

force me, that

couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well

stoic woman, but a

carried herself with

her falter or give in to her fears, her

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

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had

U

to see

see what

understand how this

What this means.

for

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I

pack Lycenna needs you for something I have to

and Rowan, and I

I need to know for

I breathed,

of guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

smell the roses they carried

are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against

looked at her, then me, her

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

too easy,”

her a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention

for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly,

think we just need

be able

if that makes sense I know your method of focus

try” Trying is all we can do,”

her being able to Dream Dance with me,

impossible, in

she was a White Queen If anyone could

breath, looking over

nervous

excited and was exudating

me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

my eyes flitting up to the faceless

and practiced, and practiced until I got it

abilities to will myself in and out

could always

worried