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.

called out, her voice mingling

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair

breath I had been holding and turned to

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself

had found Maeve, confirmed she

something I wasn’t sure I could

to go with me into

I wasn’t about

temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the

maneuvered over the rocks to what

was watching me closely as I entered the

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 to converse with kacidra,

had gone inside the temple,

the candles at the altar the

rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

candles didn’t even

and neck rose as I watched

soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down 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

my throat as I

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though

centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to

hadn’t ever prayed

But I sought her.

always sought her in

glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons

I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

force you

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

something goes wrong? What

her

why I chose

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 don’t know why you want to do it,” I confessed, my voice straining with

me,

her desires to see Maeve alive and

a stoic woman, but

carried herself with dignity

or give in to her fears, her deepest

that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me

now Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

need to see

see what

understand how

What this means.

for us,

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You and I are

for something

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

to know for sure so we can stop

I

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

to

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring

could smell the roses

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

then me, her expression softening

hand, see

sounds too easy,” Kacidra

warning, then turned her attention back to

Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still

we just

should be able

you go, if that makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1

can do,” she smiled, but I could sense

her being

sounded impossible, in

White Queen If anyone could do

breath, looking over my shoulder at

nervous

looked oddly excited and

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

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the faceless

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I

confident in my abilities to will myself in and out of

always find

worried about