Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 15

I’d hardly call water flavorful. I sneered, averting my attention back out of the window.

“How old are you, My queen?” The king asked while The first man passed the glass back and much like before after tw gulps it was gone.

*17, your grace.” He frowned before grabbing my cheek and roughly moving my head towards him,

“You call me Joshua, I told you… we are mates.” Ills thumb stroked my cheek softly as he looked into my eyes. His irises darted between mine as he tried to find some sort of emotion hidden within my brown orbs. After crying so much before I was drained, so right now I had no emotion showing whatsoever.

“Very well king Joshua,” a large growl sounded though the limo at the use of his title, Calling him by his title is respectful in normal circumstances, however, it also keeps a wall between us up, which goes without saying.

“Why, must you aggravate me so? You are my mate, my queen, my life, and yet you can’t even stand the thought of calling me by my name!” He threw the ice pack on the floor in temper, before leaning over to me and forcing me against the window.

My body tensed drastically at the close proximity and even more so when his hands caged me in. “Do you not feel that? The pleasure of being with your soulmate, the sparks that run through our bodies the second they touch?” His hand creepily stroked my bare arm, while his irises darkened with lust. “I never thought I’d find my mate, I took over as king and didn’t think I’d ever feel the bond. Everyone around me found their mates, but I couldn’t leave the palace to try. Then I saw you… in the hallway at your school, I saw you and even with all the beautiful wolves around me dressed up in their finest clothes, I knew that you were the one That would be beneath me for life.”

in the hall. “Yeah, well… I think you made a mistake.

my head on the window, he then placed a small kiss on my forehead where the bump was before moving away from me and taking a glass of champagne for himself. I just stared at him my eyes hard and

head turned to look out of the window of the limo, I wasn’t bothered in introducing myself to any of these people and I couldn’t care less what these people’s names were. “Well, I suppose

at your service, my queen.” I scowled at his use of the formal

not ever.

“Call m

less beta in the world.” The king sighed, as Lewis’s eyes

is the royal gamma, Oliver Oliver tried to smile but

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questioned sarcastically causing a full scowl to cross

would be executed for your mouth alone.”

*I wish you