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.

sitting back so that he faced me with his arms wrapped around

I needed to

“Why?”

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

think is going to

sadness lingered behind his eyes, something that told

me as much as she wants the stones.

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

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

together. The consequences are too great. If we have

woman said? About our

everything that’s already happened? A year ago

lifetime ago, Hanna. There is no going back now. I won’t let you

“Your family,”

are no longer a pack, or a cult, whatever you want to call it! Mom is seeing to the refugees for now, but they mean to continue north, over

Tasia isn’t just a single wolf. She was powerful enough to mortally wound your mother. A White Queen.

is the keeper of the

to let

to the couch. His face was only inches from mine, his blue eyes pleading with my own. No, they seemed to

his hands and kissed

as he pulled

  1. to.

kiss needy and final. I opened my mouth

a raspy voice, his words tickling the skin on my neck. His mouth moved along my jaw, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gently pulled my

was in his lap, running my fingertips over his bare chest. My skin was chilled despite the heat of the woodstove, but his hands were warm against my back.

of light through the frosted window next

me closer, my breasts pressing into his chest as I kissed him deeply. He was gentle with his touches as he explored me, his mouth moving from mine to my neck to my collarbone, lingering there for a moment before he dipped down to take one of my

out in a long, pleading moan as the sensation awakened something deep within me. Something I

was the only invitation he

from the couch, holding me against him as he carried

with his foot before tossing me on the bed. My heart was pounding against my ribs as he took a step back, looking down at me. Heat flashed behind his eyes as he reached down, his fingers lingering on his belt buckle. I stared at him, taking him

waiting for me, waiting for me to say no, to say yes… to say anything. I swallowed back the mingled fear and despair threatening to take hold of

keep my eyes on his face, afraid to let them wander. This

crawled to me, helping me shimmy 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

thought he had, because the way his hands ran down the length of my thigh, his thumb pressing into the flesh behind my knee

of me thought not, because the way he touched me in all the right places felt as though we had

together time and time again, even though it was the first time. I felt electric. His touch sent sparks shooting down my legs and warmth between them, a nagging ache that threatened to take

I could feel the tears threatening to spill over my lashes as I opened my mouth. He ran his tongue along my lower lip, nibbling it with his teeth

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

“Rowan,” I breathed, “please…”

ecstasy was all part of a drawn-out goodbye. He

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 where I lay turned into his, my face in

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