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.

a single conversation with Shelly,

Kacidra called out, her voice mingling with

to look up at her, her blonde

let out the breath I had been holding and turned to look

successfully pulled myself in and out

had found Maeve, confirmed she was safe and

Rosalie wanted more, something I

try to go with me into the spirit

about to tell her

temple, tucking my hands in the pockets of

as I maneuvered over the rocks

as I entered the cemetery

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

turned away as she continued to converse with

gone inside the temple, the

matches she used to light the candles at the

rush of air touch my

didn't

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

hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of the statue of the

the lump in my throat as I gazed up at the faceless statue

pure granite, crafted as though the temple

hand held the candle, while the other hand was outstretched, fingers 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 their

ever prayed to

But I sought her.

always sought her in

a glimpse of her, maybe I would know

now that I was standing

Unsure.

don't think we should

as Rosalie turned around, her eyes

won't force you to,

I promised you that."

think 1-1

What if-" "We're

her place, her

why I chose

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 want to do it," I confessed,

force me, that was

her desires to see Maeve alive

was such a stoic woman, but a silent

herself with

her falter or give in

that side of her, but an overwhelming part of me told me that whatever she was feeling regarding Maeve, she had kept

Ethan was gone to Mirage, and she

U

need to see

need to see

to...to understand how

What this means.

for us,

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

needs you for something I have

and I think I

to know for

right," I breathed,

the mention of Rowan instead of leaning against my deeply rooted anxieties about attempting to take Rosalie, the White Queen herself, into a realm outside of my

have to

I nodded tightly.

and Shelly had come in, murmuring in

roses

Kacidra asked bluntly, leaning

at her, then me, her expression

just hold her hand, see if she can

too easy," Kacidra

gave her a motherly look of warning, then turned

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

just

be

know your method of focus 1-1 think you're

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

about the idea of her being able to Dream Dance

sounded impossible,

a White Queen If anyone could do

breath, looking over my shoulder at kacidra

looked nervous

looked oddly excited and was

look at me like that, and the silent encouragement began

eyes flitting

and practiced

my abilities to will myself in and

always find

worried

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