Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 306

Chapter 86: I Can’t Have His Child

Hanna

I didn’t bother to hang my coat up on the hook as I staggered through the door to the small cabin I shared with Kacidra. I tossed the coat to the floor, the thick fabric falling on the wide-plank floorboards in a wet snowy heap.

Kacidra wasn’t home. She had spent the last two nights with Pete, who was living in one of the cabins in the village. They were mates, and the connection had been intense, passionate. I saw the pattern, of course. Troy and Maeve. Ernest and Gemma. Even Keaton, the man who was the captain of the boat that both kidnapped and saw Maeve to safety, had found his mate in Maeve’s friend Myla.

Everyone on this prophesied path was finding their mates, including me. This was the definition of fate.

Apparently, Rowan and Maeve were at the center of it all. And then, there was my role.

| sunk to the floor in front of the couch, my head in my hands, and let myself cry.

I felt nothing but deep, painful guilt after listening to the unnamed old woman’s words. She was my great-aunt, my tie to Gayla, the Seer… Gayla, who must have known what my mother would become and the powers she held, the powers

she would give to one of her children.

I thought of the white roses on the temple grounds, how their

petals had littered the stone pavers after Tasia had destroyed the sanctuary. Tasia, who the people of Lycenna were afraid of but also worshiped. The same way they wanted to worship me.

The people who believed my future child would be the Moon Goddess herself.

But I didn’t have my powers any longer. I didn’t want them back. And I wouldn’t be the Goddess’s vessel of rebirth.

I peeked through my fingers, my eyes clouded with tears.

There was only one thing I could do to end the prophecy, to break the chain of events that were plaguing a family I had grown to love.

I needed to reject Rowan.

I sucked in my breath and wiped the tears from my cheeks, nodding at myself as I silently agreed to the inevitable.

But then there was a knock on the front door, and then a cold rush of air.

“Hanna? Goddess, it’s freezing in here,” Rowan crossed the threshold of the front door, shutting it firmly behind him before stalking toward the neglected wood stove.

I watched him in silence as he crouched in front of it, stoking the dying embers with pieces of kindling until a fire erupted from the ashes once again. He meticulously added pieces of split birch to the woodstove, arranging them in such a way that guaranteed a slow, hot burn. I couldn’t help but smile as | watched him, my heart squeezing in my chest.

Rowan, my Rowan.

He turned around, seeing me sitting against the foot of the couch. “What’s wrong? Are you alright? Maeve told me what happened at the castle.” He stepped forward, kneeling down in front of me and taking my chilled fingers in his.hands. “You’ re cold, Hanna.”

“I have to go home,” I whispered unsure if I meant for him to hear it or if I just needed to say the words aloud.

that he faced me

I needed

“Why?”

your mate, Rowan. There’s too much… too much at stake. I can’t continue to put

you think is going to

eyes, something that

as she wants the

  1. go. I need to bring the stones with me when I do. You cannot follow.”

sent a chill up my spine. I looked up at him, his face distorted by the strands

too

what that senile old woman said? About our child being the second-coming of the Goddess?

believe that could be possible after everything that’s already happened?

no going back now. I won’t let you run. I won’t let

“Your family,”

longer a pack, or a cult, whatever you want to call it! Mom is seeing to the refugees for now, but they mean to

single wolf. She was powerful enough to mortally wound

is the keeper of the stones, it’s not

to

the couch. His face was only inches from mine, his blue eyes pleading with

his hands and

he pulled away, not wanting it to end even though I knew

  1. to.

again, this time harder, the kiss needy and final. I opened my mouth to his,

neck. His mouth moved along my jaw, his fingers tangling in my

over his bare chest. My skin was chilled despite the heat of the woodstove, but his hands were warm against my back. He ran his fingers up my spine, sending sparks flying across my skin. My shirt was on the floor, the pale fabric

moon and sending whispers of light through the frosted

him deeply. He was gentle with his touches as he explored me, his mouth moving from mine to my neck

awakened something deep within me. Something I had been holding back

only invitation he

from the couch, holding me against him as he carried me through the living room and into the tight hallway

at me. Heat flashed behind his eyes as he reached down, his fingers lingering on

say yes… to say anything. I swallowed back the mingled fear and

face, afraid to let them wander. This was it for us. I wanted to remember the way he was looking at me

out of the thick fleece-lined leggings I was wearing and my panties. I was totally bare, completely exposed to him now. I didn’t try to hide myself. I closed my eyes as he looked at me, and I was able to

his hands ran down the length

not, because the way he touched me in all the right places

touch sent sparks shooting down my legs and

in the softest kiss. I could feel the tears threatening to spill over my lashes as I opened my mouth. He ran his tongue along my lower lip,

hand behind my legs, his fingers gliding against the growing wetness. Nothing had ever felt better than

“Rowan,” I breathed, “please…”

of a drawn-out goodbye. He

later I woke to stillness. Outside the frosted window, the full moon still hung high in the cloudless sky. Rowan was sleeping with his arm around me, his fingers limp against my hip bone

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