Chosen By The Moon

Chosen By The Moon.

Chapter 22

Dylan POV

“My Queen.” I heard as I felt a hand on my arm gently pull me up onto my feet, the same hand gently touched my chin and lifted my head up to gaze at me. “You look positively radiant.” A small shiver of disgust shot through me, but I couldn’t deny that the sparks his hands were creating felt damn good. He smirked obviously noticing my slight reaction, and with it 1 felt like kicking myself for giving him the satisfaction. He placed his hand on my lower back and walked me towards his parents. “Mother, father, this is my beautiful mate.” His thumb gently stroked my back, as he showed me to his parents. I heard the doors I just walked through quietly close and realized I was completely alone with these people.

His father took a step towards me and grabbed my chin roughly. He turned my head right and then left before looking in my eyes once more. “She is… very beautiful, I will give her that.” The king bought his thumb up to examine the wound on my forehead caused by my running away. “Her defiant attitude however, had better subside immediately, or there will be consequences… Queen or not.”

My breath hitched in my thre he spoke, his eyes glaring into my own as he continued his check. After making it very clear that I shouldn’t run from king Josh, the king regent then forced my body to turn so my back was facing him, I felt the dress I was wearing get pulled down ever so slightly before a hum was heard.

scars could pose a problem. His mother stated from next to the king. I had never felt so degraded in all my life, I

stated before once

announcement and for the remainder of the week, until we can decide what to do about that ghastly statement. The queen demanded as she turned to sit down at the table. She glanced down at the floor and frowned, before turning to address her son again. Tomorrow, you will ensure that she is dressed appropriately, that includes adequate footwear.” I couldn’t help the

out of sight.

deliberately not addressed to me. They were pointing out every single flaw and making me feel awfully self conscious while doing so. They continued to practically verbally torture me until finally, king

fathers right side while his his mother sat on his fathers left. “Oh, my queen.” My head turned to the king before I lowered my gaze, proving he is my king. “You sit next to me.” He quickly stood up and pulled my chair out gesturing for me to sit on it. I hesitantly sat down

men dressed in black tailed suits and ties walked out with a plate each, they were

sight of the food piled high on the

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Chapter 22