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 crashing

turned my head to look up at her, her

I had been holding

had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

found Maeve, confirmed she was

I wasn’t sure

go with me into

wasn’t about to

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

as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an

was watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the

on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes focused

as she continued to converse with

had gone inside the

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

rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in

didn’t even

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match

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

my throat as I gazed up at

out of pure granite, crafted as

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,

prayed to

But I sought her.

sought her

her, maybe I would know her reasons for

that I was standing before her

Unsure.

don’t think we

Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re in

is her place,

why I

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 a silent

wouldn’t force me,

her desires to

a stoic

herself with dignity

us see her falter or give in to

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

was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness

U

to see

need to see what

understand how

What this means.

just for

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

for something I have

and Rowan, and

for sure so

right,” I

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

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in low

smell the roses they carried in

this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the far

her, then me, her expression

see if she can take me

too easy,”

her a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly,

think we just need

should be

makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1 think

can do,” she

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

impossible, in

If

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra

looked nervous

looked oddly excited and was

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

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

was confident in my abilities to will myself

could always find

I worried