Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 110: Enough was Enough

Hanna

Enough was enough.

Tasia was tiring; I knew that much.

I was watching how she used the powers that we shared, trying to make sense of what exactly she was doing. She was moving in and out of consciousness, dipping into the dream

realm, the spirit realm, to harness the powers she had there to bring them into our reality, creating massive, earth-trembling gusts of wind that knocked me down several times.

She was not as powerful as she thought. It was likely, as I watched her begin to struggle, that she was in pain. And not just physically, but emotionally. Every time she took hold of her powers, she shed tears; her face twisted in agony. She had used these powers to kill her family. Her parents, her brothers and sisters. Her pack, families and children.

All out of greed. All for power. Power that was slipping through her fingers.

I was what she wanted this whole time. Her eagerness to destroy the moonstones and kill the last of the White Queens was Carl’s desire, something he had planted within her and watered over years and years of submitting to her culture, of being the only one who possesses powers she didn’t under stand and yearning to be close to someone who did.

But I’d had someone who understood me. My mother.

And her proclivity to nurture me, to build me in her own im áge, had been the reason I closed myself off and detested my powers in the first place.

I was not like Tasia.

And she hated me for it.

So, I took blow after blow, putting myself in her path so Rosalie could save Rowan’s life. Rosalie’s powers should have worked, but the blue flames rising from the fire built on a base of eudialyte stones, sacred stones that blocked the pow ers of our kind, had heated the silver blade she used to stab Rowan through the chest, poisoning him and rendering Ros alie’s powers to heal him useless.

His mother had nearly drained herself trying to save his life.

I had nothing but faint hope that she had been success ful. I could feel him hanging on. He was fighting.

And that shred of hope was all that kept me upright now as Tasia continued her attack.

Was it the fire itself that was making her weak? Was it the stones she lined the tunnel with, making it impossible to mind -link, and likely shift?

Why did the stones affect her?

And not me?

| glanced at Troy as he backed away from the clearing in the cavern, his eyes locked on mine as he carried Rowan over his shoulder as though he was weightless. He understood my

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plan. He noticed the droplets of water suspended in the air. He knew what I had to do to end this once, and for all.

I turned from my Rowan, wondering if I’d ever see him again.

And then, I closed my eyes, and pictured the unfamiliar temple from my dreams.

It was quiet in this realm. The waves lapped the shore in a rhythmic fashion like usual. I was standing just off the shore, waiting, wondering if I’d see Rowan appear like he had the

night I saw the girl with the white hair for the first time

But he didn’t come

I walked forward, my feet bare against the sand. The tem ple rose up in the front of me as I neared the entrance, the granite towering over me as I walked through the door.

was clean inside, no cobwebs

wilted and yellowed along the edges like it had been cut

altar, her back to me. She didn’t turn to look at me as I walked forward, sitting a row behind her on the opposite side of the aisle. I sat in

sniffled, and reached up to wipe tears from

“What is your

think my name is?” she replied, tucking

she turned to me, her eyes

her

“I will.”

another tight-lipped smile as she looked at me almost as though

“but I want to remember it.

“Why won’t you remember?”

She turned her face away, settling her gaze back on the altar. I couldn’t read the expression on

“Are you stuck here?”

her head, looking

“No. I’m just waiting.”

“For what?”

corners of her eyes. Her lower lip was trembling, and I felt the sudden urge to

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her hand

what’s going to happen next,” she whis pered, her voice trembling with indescribable pain. “I don’t know if we will ever meet. But I hope you fight.

“Who?”

asked in a cry of despera tion, squeezing

thinking she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I reached up and ran my head against her cheek, wiping away her tears. She leaned

“I think I do-”

never meet again, not like this,”

to be

“You call him Rowan. He leaves a rose every time. Sometimes I wonder why, after all these years…” she tapered off, then looked

hurt, very hurt. Do

“I don’t know-”

saw him here in my dream, he was much older. That means he

answers! I can’t… I only know

fight. She will take them all away from you. Everything you love. Aunt Maeve will need you. Oliver

“Aunt Maeve?”

tight in my chest as I looked at her, taking in her face. The shape of her eyes. The curve of

I felt as though the air was being squeezed from my lungs,

my hand.

and was back in

in thick, sulfur smelling

closed her eyes. Her nose was bleeding, and she looked faint. She was tired; she had worn

which she did. I had several long seconds to gather my thoughts as Tasia struggled into her wolf

thought of the

Fight.

found myself on my knees in front of the fire, reaching for the knife Troy had thrown. It was still covered

of water came down from the ceiling of the cavern, putting out

gaping, open mouth smile as she flew through the air in my direction. I held up my

still

through her chest,

only inches from my face as I pushed against her, trying to get her massive wolf body off of me. I dug the knife deeper, twisting it violently

staggering, then