Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 60

Dylan POV

I lay there for some time, staring at the wall while occasionally moving my head to face the other side giving my neck some much needed rest bite. I watched the moon go down and the sun begin it’s ascent in the sky, and slowly came to the realisation that no one was coming in before dawn.

Hours genuinely went by, and they were the best few hours of my time here, yes I was in pain, but I was completely alone, that in itself made me more at ease. Eventually the door to the room opened up and I heard footsteps approach my bed. On instinct I tensed up but quickly cased as Lewis’s voice shot through the room.

“Are you

awake!? My head turned to his direction and I frowned before nodding slowly. I’d been lying there for hours and since it was Lewis I couldn’t see any harm in finally asking for a drink.

“Please… can I have some water?” I couldn’t help but brace myself for the impact of a fist or even a foot, but

instead I watched his face morph into one of guilt, it was a shock to say the lea?

“Shit, of course. Just give me a second.” I didn’t have time to even acknowledge what he had said before he high tailed it out of the room. I stayed still, once again staring out the window at the painless, free birds that fly around. “Here!” Huh… I didn’t even hear him come back in.

I so desperately desired. There was condensation building up on the transparent cup that just screamed cold. It was like looking at pure bliss. I pushed my weak body up with my noodle arms and winced loudly at the pain

wasn’t mutilated

physically heal properly. I know some of the

soothed my scratchy throat and hydrated me more than I thought it would. I must have been bad if I was feeling so

feeling?” What a stupid question, he was always so awkward around me and honestly, it was a bit confusing to see, as humans we’ve been taught that wolves were

pain in my body, and the thought of being even more grotesque than I already was. If I ever do

it so far.” I just lay on my stomach thinking about my misery. My head reeling with possibilities

could I let it?

I try to heal. So maybe the process of healing my back will help me pull myself out of the hell I’ve found myself in. Would the days I spent healing be enough time for me to glue my cracks up yet again? If I let myself

Don’t lose your spirit.” The beta ran his thumb over my forehead slightly, his touch was barely even there, as he moved to stroke my hair back. I was majorly

to give in, I was just in so much pain. Maybe I could have something, just to

The agony my back and arms were radiating was causing my mind to flip, maybe I should just accept the king, then again who is to say that he won’t hurt me, even though we’re mated. Also, if I did give my consent then I would be completely trapped, I’d literally never get away, and I don’t know enough about the bond, I might not want to get

through him as he quickly pressed the red button on the bed. Then grabbed my hand gently, and began to stroke my

Lewist

damaged, I tried again to lift myself an inch of the bed but failed completely, I ended up causing more torment to flood my body. “I’m never going to get away from him.” My situation was becoming bleaker the more I thought about it. I’ve tried fighting, maybe I

could, but it was also trying to