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

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair

I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the water

moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

Maeve, confirmed she

something I wasn’t sure

go with

wasn’t about to tell

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

I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt

entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

was evident on the

as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was alight with

gone inside the temple, the door left

to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

air touch my skin despite the stillness in

didn’t even

as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match

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

throat as I

out of pure granite, crafted as

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

hadn’t ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

always sought her in my

thought, if I could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the

was standing before her likeness, I

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think

Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think 1-1

something goes wrong? What if-” “We’re in

is her

I chose

Rosalie had laid 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

wouldn’t force me,

desires to see Maeve alive

such a stoic

carried herself with dignity

let us see her falter or give in to her fears, her

of me told me that whatever she was feeling

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

U

to

see what

to…to understand how

What this means.

just for us,

know-” “You and I are different,

Lycenna needs you for something I have to

want…you and Rowan, and I think I know

need to know for sure so we can

I breathed,

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 take Rosalie,

have to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come

could smell the roses they carried in their

doing this?” Kacidra asked

her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled

I’M just hold her hand, see if she can

sounds too

her a motherly look of warning,

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

we just

should be able

you go, if that makes sense I know

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

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

sounded impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

took a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

looked nervous but

oddly excited and was exudating

me like that, and the silent encouragement

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I got

to will myself in and out of

always

worried about