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

at her, her blonde

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

this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of

confirmed she was safe and

I wasn’t

to try to go with me into the spirit

I wasn’t about to

chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in

I maneuvered over the

closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it

a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth

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

gone inside the temple, the

the candles at the altar the second I stepped into the

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

candles didn’t

neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

and cheek

throat as I gazed up at

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as

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

ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

always sought her in my

a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving

now that I was standing before her likeness, I felt

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

Rosalie turned

force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

What

her place, her

I

you dreamt 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 a careful eye, “I don’t know why you want to do it,” I

wouldn’t force me, that was

deny her desires to see

was such a stoic woman, but

with

us see her falter or give in to her

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

Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to see

to see

need to…to understand how this

What this means.

for

and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

you for something I

and I think

need to know for

right,” I breathed,

felt a pitch of guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come

could smell the roses they carried

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

me, her expression softening as she

hold her hand, see

too

warning, then turned her attention back

the

just need to

should be

sense I know your method of focus 1-1 think you’re

can do,”

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

impossible, in

was a White Queen If anyone

a deep breath, looking over

looked nervous but

looked oddly excited and was exudating

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

eyes

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got

my abilities to will myself in and

always

I worried