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.

Kacidra called out, her voice mingling

up at her, her

breath I had been holding and turned to look over

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

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe

I

to go with me into

about to tell her

turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in

maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like

was watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it

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

she continued to converse with

gone inside the

candles at the altar the second

an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

candles didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in

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

as

other hand was 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 their arms up to touch her fingertips as they prayed, much like

hadn’t ever prayed to

But I sought her.

always sought her in

could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me

that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

don’t think we

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

force you to,

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

What if-” “We’re in the

her place, her

I

altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue,

force me, that

to see Maeve alive

was such a stoic woman,

carried herself with

falter or

that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was

to Mirage, and

U

to

need to see what

understand how

What this means.

just for us,

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

you for something I have

Rowan, and I think

know for sure so

right,” I breathed,

the mention of Rowan instead of leaning

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in

roses they

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled and

hand, see if she

too

of warning, then turned her attention back

Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused on

we just need

should be

sense I know your

is all we can do,” she smiled, but I could

idea of her being able to Dream

impossible, in

White Queen If anyone could do this, it was

deep breath, looking over my

looked nervous

oddly excited and

like that, and the silent encouragement began

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

practiced, and practiced, and

abilities to will

could always find

worried about