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.

conversation with Shelly, but I felt

her voice mingling with the

head to look up at her, her blonde hair swaying

the breath I had been holding and turned to look

moment I had successfully pulled

confirmed she

something I wasn't sure I could

go with me into the spirit

I wasn’t about to

chapped from the salt spray, and turned toward the temple, tucking my

as I maneuvered

watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the

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

nodded, once, then turned away as she continued to

had gone inside the temple,

could smell the matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped

rush of air touch my skin despite

candles didn't

neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around 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 in the hand of the statue of the

lump in my throat as I gazed up

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

palm facing the ceiling The fingers of that hand were darkened from centuries of being touched by parishioners who knelt before the statue, reaching their arms up to touch her fingertips as they prayed, much like Rosalie was

hadn't ever prayed to

But I sought her.

sought her

maybe I would know her reasons for giving me the burden

now that I was standing before her

Unsure.

"I don't think we

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force you to,

I promised you that."

think

What if-" "We're in

her place, her

why I chose

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 why you want to do it," I

wouldn't force me,

to see Maeve alive and well

such a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity and

falter or give in to her fears, her deepest

side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me

and she

U

need to see

need to see

understand how

What this means.

for us,

Rowan." "1-1 know-"

for

and Rowan, and I think

know for sure so we can

right," I breathed,

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

have to try," she

I nodded tightly.

had come in,

smell the roses

Kacidra asked bluntly,

looked at her, then me, her expression softening as she smiled and

hand, see if

too easy," Kacidra

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

the statue nonchalantly, her

think we just

should be

I know your method

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

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

sounded impossible,

she was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it was

looking over my shoulder

nervous

oddly excited and

me like that, and the silent

stepped toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up

and practiced, and practiced

confident in my abilities to will

could always

I worried about

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