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

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

on, it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been

had been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams

confirmed she was safe

I wasn’t sure I could

to go with

about to tell her

toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of

I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

closely as I entered the cemetery through

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

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

inside the temple, the

could smell the matches she used to light the candles

odd rush of air touch my

didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

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

I gazed up at the

etched out of pure granite, crafted as though the

centuries of

prayed to the

But I sought her.

her in my

glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the burden

now that I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

“I don’t think

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won’t force you

I promised you that.”

think

goes wrong? What if-” “We’re in the

is her place, her

why I chose

a white temple 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, “I

force me, that

desires to see Maeve alive

a stoic woman,

with dignity

or give in to

if she let Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me

and she had no witness to

U

to see

to see what

understand how this

What this means.

just for us,

Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

you for something I have

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

know for sure so we can

right,” I

Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in low

roses they carried in

doing this?” Kacidra

looked at her, then me, her expression softening

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

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning,

towards the

we just need to

be

I know

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

of her being

impossible,

a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

over my shoulder

nervous but

oddly excited and was

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

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

to will myself in and

always

worried