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.

Kacidra called out, her voice mingling with the

turned my head to look up at

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

practicing for this moment I had successfully

had found Maeve, confirmed she

more, something I wasn’t sure

to try to go with me into

wasn’t about to tell

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

gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt

as I entered the

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

continued to converse with kacidra, who was

the temple, the door left

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

air touch my

didn’t even

I watched Rosalie move around the

from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of the

I gazed up

out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple

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

prayed

But I sought her.

always sought her

glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for

I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do this,

turned

won’t force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

goes wrong? What if-” “We’re

is her

why I chose

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

force me, that

couldn’t deny her desires to see

stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity

us see her falter or give in

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

to Mirage, and she had

U

to see

to see what you

need to…to understand how

What this means.

for

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and

needs you for something

Rowan, and I think I

know for

I

felt 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 take Rosalie, the

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in,

the roses they carried in their

are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

then me, her expression softening

hold her hand, see if she can take me

too easy,”

motherly look of warning, then

towards the

just

should be

I know your method of

is all we can do,” she smiled, but I

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

impossible, in

If

breath, looking over my shoulder

nervous

looked oddly excited and was exudating

like that, and the

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting

and practiced

to will myself in and out of

could always find

I worried about