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.

single conversation with Shelly, but I felt a bond with

out, her voice

turned my head to look up at her, her

let out the breath I had been holding

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

Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

something I

try to go with me

about to tell

toward the temple, tucking

me comfort as I maneuvered over the

entered the cemetery through the

of smile was evident on the corner of her

away as she continued to converse

inside the

light the candles at the altar the second I

an odd rush of air touch my

didn't even

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

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 lump in my throat as I

pure granite, crafted as though the temple had been

splayed 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

hadn't ever prayed to

But I sought her.

always sought her

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

I was standing before her likeness,

Unsure.

don't think we should

turned around, her eyes fixed

force you to,

I promised you that."

don't think 1-1

wrong? What if-" "We're

is her place, her

I chose

you dreamt of a white temple and now we stand inside of 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 why you

wouldn't force me, that

deny her desires to see Maeve alive and well

such a stoic woman, but a

carried herself with

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

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

Mirage, and she had no witness

U

to see

to see

understand how this

What this means.

for

know-" "You and I are different,

pack Lycenna needs you for

and I think I know

I need to know for sure so we can stop

I

Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted

have to try," she

I nodded tightly.

had come

the roses they carried in

how are we doing this?" Kacidra

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

hand, see if she can take

too easy,"

her a motherly look of warning,

motioned towards the statue nonchalantly, her

think we just need to

be able

go, if that makes sense I know your method of focus

Trying is all we can do,"

her being able to Dream

sounded impossible, in

she was a White Queen If anyone could do this,

over my

nervous

excited and

that, and the silent

eyes flitting up to the faceless

and

was confident in my abilities to will myself in and

always

worried about

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