Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 288

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.

her voice mingling

up at her, her blonde hair

out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water once

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in

found Maeve, confirmed she

something I wasn’t sure I

to go with me into the

wasn’t about to tell

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

me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt

as I entered the cemetery through

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

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

inside the temple, the door left

smell the matches she used to light the candles

an odd rush of air touch

candles didn’t

and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of the statue of

against the lump in my throat as I gazed up at

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as

fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by

hadn’t ever prayed

But I sought her.

sought her in

of her, maybe I

I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

don’t think we should

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force you

I promised you that.”

think

goes wrong? What

her place,

why I chose

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

wouldn’t force me, that

I couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive

a stoic woman, but a

with dignity and

see her falter or give in

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

was gone to Mirage, and she had

U

need to see

see what

understand

What this means.

for

know-” “You and I are different,

needs you for something I

Rowan, and I think I

for sure

I

Rowan instead of leaning against my

have to

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in low

the roses they carried in their

doing this?” Kacidra

her, then me, her

her hand, see

sounds too easy,”

look of warning, then turned her attention back to

Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her

think we just need

should be

I know

do,”

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

sounded impossible,

was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

looking over my

nervous

oddly excited and was exudating

the silent

my eyes

practiced, and practiced until I got

will

always find

I worried about

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