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.

out, her voice

turned my head to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in the

the breath I had been holding and

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams on

confirmed she

I wasn’t sure I

go with

I wasn’t about to

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

I maneuvered over the rocks to what

was watching me closely as I entered the

of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the

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

the

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

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

didn’t

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

and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that

swallowed against the lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless

etched out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had

was outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries

hadn’t ever prayed

But I sought her.

always sought her

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

I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think we should do

Rosalie turned

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

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

is her

I

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, “I don’t know why you want to do it,” I confessed, my voice straining with a silent

force me, that was

to

a stoic

herself with dignity and

her falter or

overwhelming part of me told me

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she

U

need to see

to see what you

need to…to understand

What this means.

for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-”

pack Lycenna needs you for something

Rowan, and I

to know for sure so

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 Queen herself, into a realm

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

had come in,

could smell the roses they carried

we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

at her, then me, her expression softening as

I’M just hold her hand, see if

too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the

just need

be able

I know your method of focus 1-1 think you’re

can do,” she smiled, but

first talked about the idea of her being able to

sounded impossible, in

she was a White Queen If anyone could

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder

nervous but

excited and

seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

practiced, and practiced, and

in my abilities to will myself in and out of

always find

worried about