Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 288

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 with the

turned my head to look up at

breath I had been

been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled

confirmed

more, something I

try to go

about

licked my lips, chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered

me closely as I entered the

a hint of smile was evident on the corner

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

had gone inside the

light the candles at the

rush of air touch my

didn’t even

hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

her hair and cheek as

I gazed up at the

of pure granite, crafted as though the

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

her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the

now that I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force

I promised you that.”

think

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

is her

why I

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

me, that

to see Maeve alive

a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity and

never let us see her falter or give in

but an overwhelming part of

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

need to

see

to…to understand

What this means.

just for

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

you for something

and I think

I need to know for

right,” I breathed,

a 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

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in low

the roses

Kacidra asked bluntly,

me, her expression softening

hold her hand, see

too

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

Rosalie motioned towards the statue

we just

be

I know your method of focus 1-1

all we can do,”

being able to Dream Dance with

sounded impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone could

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra

looked nervous but

excited

me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my veins like

my eyes

had practiced, and practiced, and

will myself

could always find

I worried about

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