Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 70

Was I truly that damaged that my lungs couldn’t cope with any mention of the king? I shouldn’t be crumpling from the inside out so easily at just the mere thought of what King Josh could do to me. I shouldn’t be this terrified of a tyrant, hell bent on destroying the world as we knew it.

“Dylan!?” The beta was once again quick to come to my aid, his hands either side of my head, one on each cheek as he forced me to look his way. “He’s not here, you’re safe, you’re safe.” I shook my head again and continued to fight my body for breath.

*I’m… I’m… not… safe.” I was getting dizzy, my head becoming so oxygen deprived that my eyes were beginning to droop.

“You’re safe with me, I will never hurt you. Dylan, you need to breathe!” I strangely knew he’d never hurt me, and I did for some reason feel safe with him. He was a Lycan, and a royal at that, I shouldn’t feel anything but distain for him, but I can’t help it when my heart slightly jumps in my chest at the sight of him, or how a small smile creeps on my face whenever I know that he is close by. He was my only comfort, my only warmth in an otherwise cold and listless place. He was my reassurance, he was my strength, and he had no idea just how highly I held him.

The area of library suddenly stopped shrinking in my mind as I took, 1, 2, 3 shaky breaths in and out. The fog that was starting to cloud me seemed to vanish at the sight of Lewis’s worried gaze.

“I’m ok.” The words came out so quiet and unsure that I knew if he wasn’t a wolf he never would have heard it.

“I’m sorry.”

my head and took hold of his wrists, gently peeling his large

a small squeeze before attempting to pull away, only for

our conjoined hands, he was completely unmoving as he stared. Had

I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have grabbed…” he stopped my terrified rambling by taking the smallest of steps forward towards my cowering body. His eyes gravitated from our hands to my eye and frowned

me, feel what

and shook his head before finally releasing my hand from his

Was it because I touched him? It was always him to initiate physical contact, I’d never

“You’ve done nothing wrong

at a distance from me. “Are you ok now?” He was obviously asking about my panic attack, I wasn’t ok, even more so

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