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.

her voice mingling with the crashing

head to look up at her, her blonde

out the breath I had been holding and turned to look

for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out

had found Maeve, confirmed she was

more, something I wasn’t sure I could

try to go with

wasn’t about to tell

tucking my hands in the

maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an uncertain

the cemetery through the

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

nodded, once, then turned away as she continued

the temple, the door left

smell the matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second I

felt an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the

didn’t

and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move

the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had

in my throat as I gazed

of pure granite, crafted as though the temple

while the 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 Rosalie

hadn’t ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her

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

that I was standing before

Unsure.

don’t think we

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her

force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

her

why I chose

and 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 she watched me with a careful eye,

wouldn’t force me,

her desires to see Maeve

such a stoic woman, but a

carried herself with

or give in to her fears, her deepest

but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever

to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

to see

to see

understand

What this means.

for us,

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

pack Lycenna needs you for something I have to

and

I need to know for sure

right,” I

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

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in

roses they

are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

her, then me, her

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

sounds too easy,”

of warning, then turned her

the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still

think we just need

be

I know your method of focus

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

of her being able to Dream Dance with

impossible, in

If

breath, looking over my shoulder

looked nervous but

excited

me like that, and the

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I

will myself in and out of

could always

I worried about