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.

her voice mingling with the crashing

look up at her, her blonde

let out the breath I had been holding

had successfully pulled

confirmed she was

I

wanted to try to go

about to tell her

tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had

as I maneuvered over the

the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it behind

smile was evident on the corner of her

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra,

inside the temple, the door

matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second I

of air touch my

candles didn’t even

hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned

as I gazed up at the faceless

was etched out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been built

palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being

hadn’t ever prayed

But I sought her.

her

glimpse of her, maybe I would know

now that I was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

“I don’t think

as Rosalie turned around,

force you

I promised you that.”

don’t think

goes wrong? What if-”

is her place, her

I

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

force me, that

I couldn’t deny her desires to see Maeve alive and

a stoic woman, but a silent

carried herself with dignity

would never let us see her falter or give in to her fears,

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

gone to Mirage, and she had no

U

need to see

to see

understand

What this means.

for us,

know-” “You and I are

Lycenna needs you for something I have to

and Rowan, and I think

for sure so we

right,” I breathed,

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

have to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in

the roses they carried in their

we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

at her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled

see

sounds too easy,”

warning, then

her for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes

just need

should be

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

is all we can do,” she smiled, but I could

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

sounded impossible, in

was a White Queen If anyone could

breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

looked nervous but

excited

seen her look at me like that, and the silent

my eyes flitting up to the

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got

my abilities to will myself in

could always find

I worried about