Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 288

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.

single conversation with Shelly,

voice

head to look up at her, her blonde

the breath I had been holding and

this moment I had successfully pulled

Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

wanted more, something I wasn't sure

try to go with

I wasn’t about

and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt

watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the

full of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes focused

nodded, once, then turned away as she continued to converse with kacidra, who was alight with

inside the temple, the door left

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

rush of air touch my skin despite

didn't even

I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

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

etched out of pure granite, crafted as though

The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being

hadn't ever prayed

But I sought her.

sought her

her, maybe

that I was standing

Unsure.

think

turned around, her eyes fixed

won't force

I promised you that."

don't think

wrong? What if-" "We're in the sanctuary

is her place, her

I chose

roses on the altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue,

wouldn't force me, that

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

stoic woman, but a

with dignity

never let us see her falter or give in to

her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve,

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

U

to

need to see

need to...to understand

What this means.

for

"1-1 know-" "You and I

for something I

Rowan, and

know for

I

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

have to

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring

roses they carried in their

this?" Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

her

think I'M just hold her hand, see if she can take

sounds too

motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back to

her for guidance." Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused

we just

should be

know your method of focus 1-1

do," she smiled, but I could

we first talked about the idea of her being able

impossible,

Queen If anyone could do

breath, looking over my shoulder at

nervous

looked oddly excited

me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my

eyes

and practiced, and

was confident in my abilities to will myself in and out

could always

worried

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