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.

voice

up at her, her blonde

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

this moment I had successfully pulled myself

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

wanted more, something I

go with me

I wasn’t about

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

comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what

me closely as I entered the cemetery through

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

nodded, once, then turned away as she continued

had gone inside the temple, the door left

matches she used to light the candles at the altar

touch

candles didn’t

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move

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

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

of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had

centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before

prayed

But I sought her.

always sought her in

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

now that I was standing before

Unsure.

think we should do this,

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re

her

I

situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with a careful eye,

force me,

desires to

such a stoic woman, but a

herself with dignity

falter or give in to her fears, her deepest

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

to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest

U

need to

need to see what

to…to understand

What this means.

for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

Lycenna needs you for

want…you and Rowan, and

know for sure so

right,” I breathed,

had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted

to

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in,

smell the roses they carried in their

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

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

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

sounds too

of warning, then

the statue nonchalantly, her eyes

we just need to

be able to

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

Trying is all we can do,” she smiled,

we first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me,

impossible,

was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it was

breath, looking over my

nervous but

oddly excited and was

and the silent encouragement began to course through my veins

eyes

practiced, and practiced until I

my abilities to will myself in and out of dreams

always

I worried about