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.

Shelly, but I felt a

out, her voice mingling

up at her, her

the breath I had been holding and turned to

I had successfully pulled myself in

confirmed she was safe

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn't sure I could

go with me into the

wasn’t about

salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands

smelled like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what

I entered the cemetery through the

was evident on the corner

as she continued to converse with kacidra,

inside the temple, the

to light the candles at the

an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness

candles didn't even

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around

soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek

throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of

of pure granite, crafted as though

was outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being

ever prayed

But I sought her.

her

glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving

I was standing

Unsure.

don't think we should do this,

Rosalie turned around, her

force you

I promised you that."

don't think 1-1

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

her place,

why I chose

and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with

force me, that

her desires to see Maeve alive and well for

a stoic woman, but a silent

carried herself with

falter or give in to

that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was

now Ethan was gone to Mirage, and

U

need to

to see

need to...to understand how

What this means.

for

for Maeve, and Rowan." "1-1 know-" "You and

needs you for

and Rowan, and I think I

need to know for sure so we can

I

at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting

to try,"

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in low

smell the roses they carried in their

Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

at her, then me, her expression softening as she

her hand, see if she

sounds too easy,"

motherly look of warning, then turned her

asked her for guidance." Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly,

think we just need

be able

sense I know your method of focus 1-1

can try" Trying is all we can do," she smiled, but

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

impossible,

White Queen If

breath, looking over my shoulder at

nervous but

oddly excited

never seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to

toward Rosalie, my eyes

practiced, and practiced until I got it

confident in my abilities to will myself in

always find

I worried

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