Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 79

Lewis POV

I watched from the back of the room as she danced with the mate of Lorellia. The queen had now been tasked with teaching not just the mate of the king but both Dylan and Carlos in the ways of being a royal, however my eyes were solely focused on Dylan. She was definitely getting better at dancing, and the more her confidence increased, the more beautiful she became, not that it was actually possible for her to get any prettier. I’d always found her alluring, but now she was almost irresistible.

It had been a day since that Carlos guy had been released from the dungeon and he was already being forced to learn how to dance. I suppose it was a good thing in a way, because now Dylan’s dance partner had about as much experience as she did, and so ability wise they were very well matched.

I had to admit that they were matched in attitude as well. He almost has as much hatred for our kind as Dylan had. Only the goddess knows what the pair of them had been through in the past 5 years of the new world.

However the way that Dylan handled herself was incredible. She remained calm, even when she was the most insulted, and hearing her defend me and my actions towards her yesterday was nice, even though she denied any sort of feelings I had for her.

that come from touching your fated mate began to flow through my hand, sending a warm and blissful sensation running through me. I didn’t realize

wanted her. I knew she had been through so much, if she found out what I had done and that I had certain feelings for her I can’t imagine she would be very happy, I am

anything remotely wrong around me or the queen or anyone really, she tenses up, almost as if she’s bracing

to the mental abuse the queen dishes out and I’m honestly surprised she’s

thinks of me as

too stiff. Your body must glide across the floor with ease, not jolt around like you are made of wood.” She then turned to Dylan and sighed before

slapped so often by so many people that she

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have been taking over her offended cheek, instead she

make you wear a posture corrector, injured or not. De you understand? I am sick of telling you!” I watched as Dylan sighed but nodded her head, only to