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.

out, her voice mingling with

at her, her blonde hair swaying in

I let out the breath I had been holding

had successfully pulled myself in

had found Maeve, confirmed

I wasn’t sure I

to try to go with me into the

wasn’t about

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

like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like an uncertain

me closely as I entered the

hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with

gone inside the

she used to light the candles at the

touch my skin despite

candles didn’t even

neck rose as I watched

windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she

in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue

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

that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who

hadn’t ever prayed

But I sought her.

always sought her in my

maybe I would know her reasons for giving

standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think we should do this,

as Rosalie turned around,

force

I promised you that.”

think

goes wrong? What if-”

her

why I chose

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

me, that was

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

such a stoic woman, but a

herself with dignity

her falter or give in to her

but an overwhelming part of me told me

now Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to protest her

U

need to see

see

understand

What this means.

just for us,

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

Lycenna needs you for something

Rowan, and

know for sure

right,” I breathed,

at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a realm outside of my

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

had come

roses

doing this?” Kacidra

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

hand, see if she can take me wherever she

sounds too easy,”

look of warning,

motioned towards the

just need to

be

if that makes sense I know your method of focus

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

being

sounded impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone

a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous but

excited and was exudating

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

Rosalie, my eyes flitting

and practiced until

to will myself in and out

always find the

I worried about