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

look up at her, her blonde

had been holding and turned to

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled

confirmed she

something I wasn’t sure

to go with me into

I wasn’t about

temple, tucking my hands in the

as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like

me closely as I entered the

hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched

turned away as she continued to

the temple, the

the matches she used to light the candles

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

candles didn’t

rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar,

so young in the soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down 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

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

out of pure granite, crafted as though

outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand 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 to the

But I sought her.

always sought her

only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for

standing

Unsure.

“I don’t think we should

was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed

force

I promised you that.”

think 1-1

wrong? What if-” “We’re in the

is her

why I chose

several white roses on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals

me, that

couldn’t deny her desires to see

was such a stoic woman, but a

with dignity

see her falter or give in to

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

was gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

to

see

understand

What this means.

for

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

pack Lycenna needs you for something I

and I think I know

need to know for sure so we

right,” I

Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a realm outside of

to try,” she

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring in

roses they carried in

we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly,

then me, her expression softening

hand, see if she

too easy,” Kacidra

her a motherly look of warning, then turned

guidance.” Rosalie motioned towards the statue

we just need to

should be able

sense I know your method of focus 1-1

try” Trying is all we can do,” she smiled,

being

sounded impossible,

was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

over my shoulder at kacidra and

looked nervous but

oddly excited and was

her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement

Rosalie, my eyes

practiced, and practiced until I

my abilities to will myself in and out of dreams

could always find

I worried about