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.

voice mingling with

to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in

it’s time!” I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water

I had successfully pulled myself in and out

Maeve, confirmed

more, something I wasn’t sure I

try to go with

I wasn’t about to tell her

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

maneuvered over the rocks to

closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

a hint of smile was evident on the

away as she continued to

the temple, the door

could smell the matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped

touch my

candles didn’t

neck rose as I watched

the 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 hand of

the lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of the

pure granite, crafted as though the temple had

the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by

hadn’t ever prayed

But I sought her.

sought her

if I could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know

standing

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do this,

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force

I promised you that.”

think

wrong? What

her

why I

of 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

me, that

deny her desires to

a stoic woman, but a

carried herself with

us see her falter or give in

side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling

to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest

U

to see

to see what

understand how this

What this means.

for us,

“1-1 know-” “You and I are different,

you for something I

Rowan, and I think

need to know for sure so we can

right,” I

given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in,

the roses they carried in

how are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

at her, then me, her expression softening

hand, see

too

look of warning, then turned her attention back to

Rosalie motioned towards the statue

just

should be able

makes sense I know your method of focus

try” Trying is all we can do,”

idea of her being able

impossible, in

she was a White Queen If anyone could do

looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous but

looked oddly excited and

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

eyes flitting up to

and practiced until

abilities to will myself in and

could always find the

I worried about