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.

called out, her voice mingling with

at

I let out the breath I had been holding and

I had successfully pulled myself in and

found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn’t sure I could

try to go

I wasn’t about to tell

the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in Rowan’s

smelled like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an uncertain

watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through

on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes

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

inside the temple, the door

used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

of air touch my skin

candles didn’t even

as I

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

as I

crafted as though the temple had been

hand held the candle, 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 was doing

hadn’t ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her in my

catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know

was standing before her

Unsure.

don’t think we should do

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re

her place, her

why I chose

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, “I don’t know why you want to do it,” I confessed, my

force me,

I couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity

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

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

and she had no witness to protest

U

to see

need to see what you

understand

What this means.

for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and

for something I

Rowan, and I

I need to know for sure so we can

I breathed,

pitch of guilt 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,

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in

smell the roses they

Kacidra asked bluntly,

at her, then me, her expression softening as

hold her hand, see if she can

too

of warning, then turned her attention back to

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

we just

be able to

I know your

can do,” she smiled, but I could sense

being able to Dream Dance with

sounded impossible, in

White Queen If anyone

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at

nervous

oddly excited and was

and the silent encouragement began

eyes

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got it

confident in my abilities to will myself in and out of

could always

I worried about