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 felt a bond with

Kacidra called out, her voice mingling with the

my head to look up at her, her blonde hair

had been holding and turned to look

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

found Maeve, confirmed she

wanted more, something I wasn't sure I

to go with me into the

wasn’t about to

licked my lips, chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my hands in

him and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks

me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

was evident on the corner of her mouth as

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

the temple,

light the candles at the

felt an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness

candles didn't

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

against the lump in my throat as I gazed up at the

granite, crafted as though

of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners

ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her in

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

was standing

Unsure.

"I don't think we should do

trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes fixed on

won't force

I promised you that."

don't think

goes wrong? What if-"

her place,

I chose

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, "I don't know

me, that

couldn't deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well

was such a stoic woman, but

herself with dignity

us see her falter or give in to her fears, her

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

Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to

to see

need to...to understand how

What this means.

for us,

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

you for something I have

want...you and Rowan, and I think

for sure so

I

Rowan instead of leaning

have to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in

roses they

this?" Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning against the far

at her, then me, her expression softening as

her hand, see if she

sounds too easy," Kacidra

motherly look of warning, then turned her attention

towards the

just

should be able to

I know your method

do," she smiled, but I could

about the idea of her being able to Dream

impossible,

Queen If anyone could

a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra and

nervous but

oddly excited and

like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting

practiced, and practiced until

confident in my abilities to will myself in and out of

could always

worried about

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