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 hair swaying in the

I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look

had successfully

Maeve, confirmed she

wanted more, something I

go with me into the

I wasn’t about to

tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I

comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to

watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through

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

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

the

matches she used to light the candles at the altar the

rush of air touch my skin despite the

didn’t

rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

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 of

in my throat as I gazed

as though the temple had been built around

palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to touch her fingertips as they

ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her in

only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I

standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

“I don’t think

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her

force

I promised you that.”

think

What if-”

is her place,

I chose

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

force me,

couldn’t deny her desires to see

was such a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with

let us see her falter or give

of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve, she had

now Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

need to

see what you

understand

What this means.

for us,

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

for something I have to

Rowan, and I think

know for

I breathed,

instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a realm outside of

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come

the roses they carried in

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

me, her expression softening as

I’M just hold her hand, see

sounds too

of warning, then turned

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused

just need

be able to

that makes sense I know your method

Trying is all we can do,” she smiled,

first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance

sounded impossible, in

White Queen If

breath, looking over my shoulder at

nervous

excited and

the silent encouragement began to course through my veins

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting

and practiced until

confident in my abilities to will myself in and

could always find the

I worried