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,

voice mingling

up at her, her blonde

out the breath I had been

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

Maeve, confirmed she was safe

wanted more, something I wasn't

to try to go with

about

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

and gave me comfort as I maneuvered over the rocks to what felt like

closely as I entered the cemetery through the rusted gate,

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

she continued to converse

the temple,

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

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

candles didn't even

and neck rose as I watched Rosalie

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 in the hand of the

I

pure granite, crafted as though the

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

hadn't ever prayed to the

But I sought her.

sought her

thought, if I could only catch a glimpse of her, maybe

now that I was standing before

Unsure.

don't think we

Rosalie turned around, her eyes

force

I promised you that."

think 1-1

What if-" "We're

her place, her

I chose

benches and the statue, her fingers lingering

me,

deny her desires to see Maeve

such a stoic woman, but a

carried herself with

let us see her falter or

part of me told

Mirage, and she had no witness

U

need to see

see what

need to...to understand how

What this means.

just for

Rowan." "1-1 know-" "You

needs you for something I

Rowan, and I think I know

for sure so we

right," I

leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting

to try," she

I nodded tightly.

had come

the roses they carried in their

are we doing this?" Kacidra

at her, then me, her expression softening

think I'M just hold her hand, see if she can take me wherever

sounds too

of warning, then turned her attention

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her eyes

just need

should be able

I know your method of

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

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

sounded impossible, in

was a White Queen If anyone could do this, it

a deep breath, looking over my shoulder

looked nervous

oddly excited and

me like that, and the silent encouragement began

toward Rosalie, my eyes flitting up to the faceless

practiced, and practiced, and

will myself in and out of dreams

always find

I worried about

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