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.

hadn't had a single conversation with Shelly, but I

out, her voice mingling

turned my head to look up at her,

on, it's time!" I let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look over the

had been practicing for this moment I had successfully pulled myself in and out of my

Maeve, confirmed she was

something I

to try to go with

I wasn’t about to

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

like him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the

I entered the cemetery through the rusted

on the corner of her mouth as she watched me, her gray eyes

away as she continued to converse with

gone inside the temple, the door left

the candles at the altar the second I stepped into

rush of air touch

candles didn't even

arms and neck rose as I watched

the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand

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

out of pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been

ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up

hadn't ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her

catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know her reasons for giving me

standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

"I don't think we should

as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force you to,

I promised you that."

think 1-1

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

her place, her

why I

was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on

wouldn't force me,

desires to see Maeve alive

stoic woman, but

carried herself with dignity and

see her falter or give in

let Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me

and she had no

U

need to

see

to...to understand

What this means.

for us,

and Rowan." "1-1 know-" "You and I

for something I

Rowan, and

I need to know for

right," I

leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself,

have to try,"

I nodded tightly.

Shelly had come in,

could smell the roses they carried in their

Kacidra asked

then me, her expression

hold her hand, see if

too easy," Kacidra

look of warning, then

towards the statue

we just need

be

sense I know your method

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

talked about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance

sounded impossible, in

was a White Queen If anyone could

over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous

looked oddly excited and was

that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my

Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the faceless

practiced, and practiced until I got

will

could always find

worried

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