Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 52

Dylan POV

I hadn’t felt so at ease since long before coming to live here, and it really didn’t take long before I fell asleep. I hadn’t had any proper sleep in over a month, so the fact that I was comfortable enough, and felt safe enough. was an absolute miracle.

I woke up some time later and honestly, it was without a doubt one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a long time. I opened my eyes to find myself actually laid fully on the sofa, my head resting comfortably on the soft fabric arm. A large fluffy blanket was draped over my dress cladded form, and a drink of what looked to be cola in a glass with ice laid on the table in front of me. My mouth literally salivated at the sight before I remembered I was actually in the royal palace.

I shot my body up quickly and groaned, still feeling a little achy from the previous night with the king. “Hey, hey. You’re ok… Royal Beta Lewis was quick in noticing my now conscious form and very quick to ease my my panic, he does genuinely seem to calm me down whenever I’m panicked or upset which was extremely odd, honestly if I had to have a wolf mate, why couldn’t it have been at least a nice guy like Lewis. When the beta realized I was ok he smiled before sitting down on the sofa he was on when I originally fell asleep.

“I tried to make you more comfortable, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone fall asleep so fast.” He let out a small apologetic smile before looking to the coffee table in front of me. “It’s not much, but I imagine it’s been awhile since you’ve had a soda.” He wasn’t wrong, and honestly cola was my favourite, or at least I think it was I haven’t had any since the new world began.

though it was offered to me, I was apprehensive, humans weren’t allowed things like this, although it was

preparations…” The beta spat the last word as if he was disgusted by the kings actions, it was fairly obvious that he could sense my caution at the drink in front of me. “No one will find out, Dylan. You have my word.” I didn’t know Lewis well enough to take him at his word. Even so I reached for the glass and brought it up to my lips, I figured no matter what I did I’d end up punished so what’s the harm in doing something that actually warranted what the king would

I slurped at the fizzy substance. A small moan escaped me as I relished in the satisfaction

and on guard all the time, Lewis has been nice so far, I

physically feel a lot better…” I trailed off, I knew my mental state was extremely fragile, I was just waiting

be burnt from my arm, how bad was it going to be, I just wish I knew what was in the kings mind.

he wasn’t expecting my question, he smiled sadly before shaking his head no. “I genuinely don’t

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hear, I felt my nerves skyrocket when I realised even the kings closet council didn’t know what

on my lips, it was the name he used