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

head to look up at her,

I had been holding and turned to look over the water

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn’t

to go with me into the spirit

wasn’t about to tell her

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

gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to

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

full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes focused on

away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who

gone inside the

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

touch my skin despite the stillness in

candles didn’t even

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the

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 statue of the Moon

lump in my throat as I gazed

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as

The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up

ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her

thought, if I could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I

now that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should do

Rosalie turned

force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think

What if-” “We’re in the

is her

I

situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as

me,

I couldn’t deny her desires to

a stoic woman,

with dignity

never let us see her falter or give in

but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she

to Mirage, and

U

to

need to see what

need to…to understand how

What this means.

for us,

“1-1 know-” “You

Lycenna needs you for something I

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

know for sure so we can stop

right,” I breathed,

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

have to

I nodded tightly.

had come in, murmuring in

could smell the roses they carried

we doing this?” Kacidra

me, her expression softening as she smiled and

hold her hand, see if she can take me wherever she

too easy,” Kacidra

look of warning, then turned her attention back to

the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still

think we just need to

should be able

makes sense I know your

we can do,” she smiled, but I could

of her being able to

sounded impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

breath, looking over my shoulder

looked nervous but

oddly excited

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

eyes flitting up to

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until

was confident in my abilities to will myself in and out

always find the

I worried