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

to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

the breath I had

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

confirmed she

I wasn’t

to go with

about to tell

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

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

the cemetery

full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of

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

inside the

she used to light the candles at the altar

of air touch my skin

didn’t

and neck rose as I watched

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

in my throat as I gazed

of pure granite, crafted as though the temple

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

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her in my

maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the

I was standing before

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think we

turned

force

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

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

her place,

why I

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

me, that

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

stoic woman, but a

carried herself with

never let us see her falter or

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

was gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

need to

need to see

need to…to understand how this

What this means.

for

know-” “You and

needs you for something

and I think I

to know for sure so

I

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

have to try,”

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in low

the roses they carried in

we doing this?” Kacidra asked

her, then me, her expression softening

see if she can take

too

motherly look of warning, then turned

towards the statue

we just

be able

if that makes sense I know

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

the idea of her being able to Dream Dance with me, I

sounded impossible, in

If anyone could do this,

took a deep breath, looking over

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and

never seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

practiced, and practiced until I

to will myself in and out

always find

I worried about