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.

called out, her voice mingling with the

head to look up at her,

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

had been practicing for this moment I had successfully

had found Maeve, confirmed she

I wasn’t sure I could

to go with me into

about to tell

temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in Rowan’s

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to

was watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

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

once, then turned away as she continued to converse with

inside the temple, the door left

light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

air touch my skin despite the

didn’t

arms and neck rose as I

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

in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless

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

from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to touch

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

her in my

a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the burden I

that I was standing

Unsure.

scared “I don’t think we should

was trembling as Rosalie turned

won’t force you to,

I promised you that.”

don’t think

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

her place, her

why I chose

and the statue, her fingers lingering on the

force me, that

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

a stoic woman,

carried herself with dignity

never let us see her falter or give in to

part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve, she had

and

U

to see

see what you

understand how

What this means.

for

Maeve, and Rowan.” “1-1 know-” “You

pack Lycenna needs you for something I have

Rowan, and I think

I need to know for sure so we

right,” I breathed,

Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take

have to

I nodded tightly.

come

the roses they

how are we doing this?” Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled

think I’M just hold her hand, see if she can take me wherever

too easy,” Kacidra

a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes

think we just need to

should be

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

can do,” she smiled,

her being able to Dream Dance with me, I

sounded impossible, in

If anyone could do

a deep breath, looking over my shoulder

looked nervous

looked oddly excited and was

me like that, and the

my eyes flitting up

and practiced, and practiced until I

will myself in and

could always find

I worried about