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.

Shelly, but I felt

called out, her voice mingling with

up at her, her blonde

it's time!" I let out the breath I had

I had successfully pulled myself in

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

more, something I wasn't sure I could

wanted to try to go with me

about

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

I maneuvered over the

was watching me closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate, closing it

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

continued to converse with kacidra, who was alight with

had gone inside the temple,

smell the matches she used to light the candles

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

didn't even

my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking

her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been

I gazed up at the faceless statue of

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

and 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

ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

her

only catch a glimpse of her, maybe I would know

standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

"I don't think we should

voice was trembling as Rosalie turned around, her

won't force you to,

I promised you that."

think 1-1

What if-" "We're

her place,

I chose

altar that was situated between the stone benches and the statue, her fingers lingering on the petals as she watched me with

wouldn't force me, that

to see Maeve alive and well for

such a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with dignity and

would never let us see her falter or give in to her fears,

wondered if she let Ethan see that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve, she had kept to

Mirage, and she had no

U

to see

to see what you

need to...to understand how this

What this means.

for us,

Rowan." "1-1 know-"

you for something I

want...you and Rowan, and I think I

for sure so

I

the fact I had given up at the mention of Rowan instead of leaning

to

I nodded tightly.

had come in,

could smell the roses they carried in

this?" Kacidra asked

then me, her expression softening

hold her hand, see

too

motherly look of warning, then

her for guidance." Rosalie motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes still focused

think we just

be

that makes sense I know your

do," she smiled, but I could

of her being able

sounded impossible, in

Queen If anyone could do this, it was

breath, looking over

looked nervous

oddly excited

like that, and the silent encouragement began to course through my veins like

eyes flitting up to the

had practiced, and practiced, and

my abilities to will myself in

could always find

worried

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