Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 298

Chapter 78: You Don’t Have Powers Anymore,

Do You?

Hanna

I saw him walking through the cloak of fog, his body il luminated by the porch light as he neared the cabin. He saw me in the window and stopped short of knocking on the door, his blue eyes shadowed by dark circles.

I wasn’t afraid of death. I wasn’t afraid of the punish ment coming my way. So, when Alpha Ethan arrived on my doorstep, I was ready. I had already surrendered.

He didn’t come inside as I opened the door, slowly, try ing not to wake Kacidra, who was asleep on the couch. He tilted his head toward the gravel road, motioning for me to follow. 

It was the dead of night. The fog hung low and twisted between the sparse trees. The big house, Rowan’s home, was darkened, not a single light on inside.

Ethan didn’t say a word to me as we walked. He kept his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his face for ward. I walked calmly beside him with no questions on the tip of my tongue. I knew where we were going, and who he

was bringing me to see. I knew why he had chosen to do so under the cover of darkness.

Rowan was waiting at the gate to the driveway. He gave me a reassuring smile. No words were exchanged, but his eyes were soft, their meaning clear.

This would just be a talk. Nothing more.

But I hadn’t spoken a word to Rosalie since the moment I forced her out of my dream. That had been a week ago.

“Is the house empty?” Ethan’s voice rang out through the stillness as he reached the stairs leading up to the front porch.

“Georgia and Talon are staying with Gemma and Ernest, and Vicky-”

Rowan’s voice faded into a murmur as they disap peared into the dark recesses of the house. I started at the front door, the threshold, and a cool shiver ran up the cen ter of my spine.

What could I possibly say to her?

The house was quiet, still. When I entered, I took off my boots and my coat, hanging it by the front door. I let my fingers linger on the fabric for a moment, closing my eyes,

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“Are you alright?” It was Rowan’s voice in my ear.

I turned to him, finding him closer than I expected.

“It’s going to be fine,” he whispered, laying a soft kiss on my temple before he turned me towards the stairs.”

“Is she well?” I whispered in reply, watching as Ethan reached the top of the landing and turned into the master bedroom.

He must have turned on a lamp because soft orange light flooded into the hallway, broken by his shadow as he moved around the room.

“She’s better than she has been. She hasn’t said much she’s been asking about you.”

“Alright.” I bit the inside of my cheek, looking up into the stairwell.

“Is there anything I should know before we go up? Han na, we’ve barely spoken since-”

“No, Rowan. I’m sorry. I… I don’t know how to explain what happened.”

He only nodded, squeezing my hand before leading me up the stairs.

***

“And then what happened?” Ethan was sitting in a large armchair facing the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward in his chair, watching me intently.

I was sitting on the edge of Rosalie’s bed, my back to her, with my hands folded in my lap. I looked over my shoulder, stealing a glance at Rosalie, who was sitting up against the headboard. She gave me a soft, encouraging smile.

– + watched her for a moment, taking her in. Her hair was piled on the top of her head in a loose bun, and she was wearing a simple camisole nightdress mostly hidden by the thick quilt draped over her lap. She looked frail. The light that was usually behind her eyes was gone.

“We stood over the altar and took each other’s hands. I didn’t think it would work, but… she came with me. When the dream pulled me in, I was able to take her with me,” | explained to Ethan, looking back at him.

Rowan was leaning against the far wall, watching us, listening in silence.

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“I saw Maeve,” Rosalie whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Rowan straightened his back, looking over at Ethan.

“You told me,” Ethan said, his voice firm and edged with what sounded like bitterness.

I hadn’t been to the house in the week since it hap pened, but I had heard from Kacidra that Rosalie had re fused to tell Ethan what happened until he agreed that I would be there to tell my side of things. She was giving me a lifeline and the sacrifice for it had been keeping the mo ments leading up to her death, and resurrection, a secret from her mate. It was hard to wrap my head around.

“She was fine. She was happy, but –” Rosalie tapered off, sighing deeply.

“But what?” Ethan said sharply.

“We were interrupted,” I breathed, feeling a week’s worth of tension leave my shoulders.

“There was a woman, I didn’t recognize her. She… she started to argue with us. We were watching Maeve-”

“How do you know these things without actually being able to talk to Maeve?” Ethan was still skeptical about me and my powers, and I didn’t blame him. I felt the same way about myself.

“She’s very real, Ethan,” Rosalie said behind me. “She tried coming through-”