Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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Chapter 110: Enough was Enough

Hanna

Enough was enough.

Tasia was tiring; I knew that much.

I was watching how she used the powers that we shared, trying to make sense of what exactly she was doing. She was moving in and out of consciousness, dipping into the dream

realm, the spirit realm, to harness the powers she had there to bring them into our reality, creating massive, earth-trembling gusts of wind that knocked me down several times.

She was not as powerful as she thought. It was likely, as I watched her begin to struggle, that she was in pain. And not just physically, but emotionally. Every time she took hold of her powers, she shed tears; her face twisted in agony. She had used these powers to kill her family. Her parents, her brothers and sisters. Her pack, families and children.

All out of greed. All for power. Power that was slipping through her fingers.

I was what she wanted this whole time. Her eagerness to destroy the moonstones and kill the last of the White Queens was Carl’s desire, something he had planted within her and watered over years and years of submitting to her culture, of being the only one who possesses powers she didn’t under stand and yearning to be close to someone who did.

But I’d had someone who understood me. My mother.

And her proclivity to nurture me, to build me in her own im áge, had been the reason I closed myself off and detested my powers in the first place.

I was not like Tasia.

And she hated me for it.

So, I took blow after blow, putting myself in her path so Rosalie could save Rowan’s life. Rosalie’s powers should have worked, but the blue flames rising from the fire built on a base of eudialyte stones, sacred stones that blocked the pow ers of our kind, had heated the silver blade she used to stab Rowan through the chest, poisoning him and rendering Ros alie’s powers to heal him useless.

His mother had nearly drained herself trying to save his life.

I had nothing but faint hope that she had been success ful. I could feel him hanging on. He was fighting.

And that shred of hope was all that kept me upright now as Tasia continued her attack.

Was it the fire itself that was making her weak? Was it the stones she lined the tunnel with, making it impossible to mind -link, and likely shift?

Why did the stones affect her?

And not me?

| glanced at Troy as he backed away from the clearing in the cavern, his eyes locked on mine as he carried Rowan over his shoulder as though he was weightless. He understood my

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plan. He noticed the droplets of water suspended in the air. He knew what I had to do to end this once, and for all.

I turned from my Rowan, wondering if I’d ever see him again.

And then, I closed my eyes, and pictured the unfamiliar temple from my dreams.

It was quiet in this realm. The waves lapped the shore in a rhythmic fashion like usual. I was standing just off the shore, waiting, wondering if I’d see Rowan appear like he had the

night I saw the girl with the white hair for the first time

But he didn’t come

I walked forward, my feet bare against the sand. The tem ple rose up in the front of me as I neared the entrance, the granite towering over me as I walked through the door.

was clean inside, no cobwebs or

single white rose lay on the altar, its petals wilted and yellowed along the edges like it had been cut

as I walked forward, sitting a row behind her

to wipe tears from

is your

replied, tucking a lock of

turned to me, her eyes

she said softly as a tear fell from her white eyelashes, rolling down her cheek. “I like how it sounds. You must remember

“I will.”

another tight-lipped smile as she looked at me almost as though she was trying to mesmerize

even more pained than before, “but I want to remember it. It seems un fair

“Why won’t you remember?”

face away, settling her gaze back on the altar.

“Are you stuck here?”

her head, looking

“No. I’m just waiting.”

“For what?”

in the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip was trembling, and

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her hand in

know if we will ever meet. But I hope you

“Who?”

I am?” she asked in a cry of despera tion,

I had ever seen. I reached up and ran my head against her cheek, wiping away her tears. She leaned into

“I think I do-”

like this,”

to

looking at the white rose on the altar. “You call him Rowan. He leaves a rose every time. Sometimes I wonder why,

very hurt. Do I

“I don’t know-”

know. I saw him here in my dream,

answers! I can’t…

Everything you love. Aunt Maeve will need you. Oliver will need

“Aunt Maeve?”

was tight in my chest as I looked at her, taking

the words. I felt as though the air was being squeezed

up,” she whispered, squeezing my hand. “You have to

was back in the

falling in thick,

nose was bleeding, and she looked faint. She was tired; she had worn herself

had left was her ability to shift, which she did. I had several long seconds to gather my thoughts as Tasia struggled into

thought of the

Fight.

front of the fire, reaching for the knife Troy had thrown. It was

came down from the ceiling of the cavern, putting

in a gaping, open mouth smile as she flew through the air in my direction. I

still held the

through her chest, all the way

get her massive wolf body off of me. I dug the knife deeper, twisting it violently until

rose, staggering, then fell onto

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