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 the crashing

head to look up at her, her blonde hair

I had been holding and turned to look

had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

Maeve, confirmed she

more, something I wasn’t sure

wanted to try to go with me into the

about to tell

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

I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt

I entered the cemetery through the

were full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched

she continued to converse

gone inside the temple, the door

smell the matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

touch

didn’t

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match after

cheek as she turned to

lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue

granite, crafted as though the temple had been

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

hadn’t ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her

her, maybe I would

now that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think we should

turned around, her eyes fixed

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think

wrong? What if-” “We’re in

her

I chose

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

force me, that

to see Maeve alive

was such a stoic woman, but a

with

never let us see her falter or

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

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

need to see

need to see

understand

What this means.

just for

for Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

pack Lycenna needs you for something I have

want…you and Rowan, and I

know for sure so we can stop

right,” I

a pitch of guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to

to try,”

I nodded tightly.

had come in,

smell the roses they

Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

her expression softening as she smiled and

see if she can take me wherever she

too easy,”

motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

asked her for guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the

we just need

be able

know your method of

can do,”

of her being able to Dream

sounded impossible, in

a White Queen If anyone

deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous

excited and was exudating

the silent

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the

and practiced, and practiced until I

abilities to will myself in and out of dreams

always find

worried