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 mingling with the

to look up at

let out the breath I had

had successfully pulled myself in and

found Maeve, confirmed she was

something I wasn’t sure I

to go with me into

about to tell

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

as I maneuvered

I entered the cemetery through the

on the

as she continued to converse with kacidra,

inside the

used to light the candles at

of air touch my

candles didn’t

and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the

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

the lump in my throat as I

crafted as

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 prayed, much like

ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her in

of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the

I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

don’t think we

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

think

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

is her place, her

why I

between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful eye, “I don’t

force me, that

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and

stoic woman, but

carried herself with dignity

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

Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that

Mirage, and she had no witness to protest her

U

need to

need to see what

need to…to understand

What this means.

just for us,

for Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

pack Lycenna needs you for something

and Rowan, and I

for sure so we

I breathed,

of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself,

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come

could smell the roses

how are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

looked at her, then me, her expression softening as

just hold her hand, see if she can take me wherever she

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

look of warning, then

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

think we just

should be able

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

can do,” she smiled, but I could

her being able

impossible, in

Queen If anyone could do this,

over my shoulder at kacidra

nervous but

looked oddly excited

me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

and practiced, and practiced

my abilities to will myself in and out of dreams

could always

worried about