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.

a single conversation with Shelly, but I felt a

called out, her voice mingling with

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying in the

breath I had been

practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in

Maeve, confirmed she was

Rosalie wanted more, something I wasn't sure I

go with

about to tell

toward the temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I

him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered

I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it

of roses, and a hint of smile was evident on the corner of her mouth as

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

gone inside the temple, the door left

candles at the altar the second I stepped into the

of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the

candles didn't

downy hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched

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

I

granite, crafted as though the temple had been

held the candle, while the other hand was outstretched, fingers splayed and palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched

prayed to the Moon

But I sought her.

sought her

maybe I would know

now that I was standing before

Unsure.

"I don't think

as Rosalie turned around,

won't force

I promised you that."

think 1-1

goes wrong? What

her

why I

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

wouldn't force me, that was

I couldn't deny her desires to

a stoic woman, but

carried herself with dignity and

or give in to

an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve, she had kept to

gone to Mirage, and she had no witness to

U

need to see

need to see what you

need to...to understand how this

What this means.

for us,

know-" "You and I

Lycenna needs you for something

and I think I know

I need to know for sure so we can

right," I breathed,

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

to try," she

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in, murmuring in

could smell the roses they carried

this?" Kacidra asked

me, her expression softening as

just hold her hand, see if she can take

too easy,"

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

her for guidance." Rosalie motioned towards the

we just

be able to

I know your method of focus

is all we can do," she smiled, but I could sense

about the idea of her being able

impossible,

If

breath, looking over

nervous but

excited and

seen her look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my veins like

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to

practiced, and practiced, and practiced until I

will myself

always find the

worried

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