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, but I felt a bond with her,

voice mingling

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair

had been holding and

for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my dreams on

had found Maeve, confirmed

something I wasn't sure

try to go with me into the spirit

about to tell

the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I had found in

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

the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it

smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes focused on

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

the temple, the door left

candles at the altar

an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness

didn't

rose as I watched Rosalie move around the

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 statue of the

in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue of

crafted as though the temple had been

hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching

hadn't ever prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

her in my

maybe I would know her reasons for giving me

now that I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

think we

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

force you to,

I promised you that."

don't think 1-1

wrong? What

is her place,

why I chose

and now we stand inside of it." 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,

me, that was

her desires to see

was such a stoic woman, but a

with dignity and

falter or give in to her fears, her deepest

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

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she

U

need to

need to see what you

need to...to understand

What this means.

just for

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

pack Lycenna needs you for something I

and Rowan, and I think

for

right," I breathed,

a pitch of guilt at the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about

have to

I nodded tightly.

come in, murmuring

could smell the roses

Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the

at her, then me, her expression softening as she

see

sounds too easy," Kacidra

a motherly look of warning, then turned her attention back

Rosalie motioned towards the

we just need

should be able

makes sense I know your method of focus 1-1 think

we can do," she smiled, but I could

first talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance

sounded impossible, in

If anyone could do this, it

looking over my shoulder at

looked nervous

excited and

the silent encouragement began

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the faceless

had practiced, and practiced, and practiced

in my abilities to will

could always find the

I worried

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