Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 97

Dylan POV

The entire car journey was so quiet, except for the heavy rain now hitting the limo as it drove down the roads. The anticipation that was crashing through me at seeing everyone from my district was consuming my every nerve, and rendering me speechless, the closer we got the more dread I felt. I was going back a completely cracked and damaged version of myself that even I didn’t recognise.

The king once again had a permanent scowl on his face as he stared out of his window at the scenery we past, while the newly appointed royal beta Oliver read a small leather bound book, and Warren, now the gamma was reading through what I guess was the Ito art for the arrival. I just sat on the floor of the limo, my wrists and ankles still bound in chains making it impossible for me to move too much, I was pathetic, and I really didn’t want to be seen like this.

My prisoners uniform hung off my skeleton figure like a trash bag, and my huge burn scars were completely on show. My hair was knotted and messily kept down after the king decided to pull it for the majority of the journey to get me to comply with things. In other words I looked a mess.

“You are to remain silent upon our arrival!” The king addressed me with a clenched jaw. His eyes slowly lowered to my slightly cowering form and his hand, for the thousandth time during our journey, grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up aggressively. “One word out of you and you’ll be screaming for days.” He’d grown even more bitter as the lengthy journey unraveled.

his banishment, I understood that though, I’m

let me be seen in chains, I can’t see everyone like this… Please your grace!” A large smack hit my cheek and my head swung to the side from the impact, I whimpered from the force and scurried away from him as much as I could while being seated and restrained on the limousine

anyway I intend you to be. We are not mated yet, and therefore you are simply a traitorous rebel. You’ll be treated as such.” How did I end up like this, my face was bare of makeup but not of bruises, and my arms were littered with scratches, scars and finger prints. I was a right state and to make matters worse, the people

they have bruised enough for the people to speculate without having actually

action the king ordered against me the more people realized this world

going to release my limbs? “Show your gratitude to Oliver.” Show my gratitude? What was I supposed to do? I shakily turned my head to the gamma whose stare held absolutely nothing. I swallowed thickly again before stuttering out a quick

what I had done and my head lowered once more. “S–sorry… I meant Beta Oliver…

my king.” I nodded my head frantically and turned to the king whose

all free and began to twist them painfully, getting my sensations back. “You know, if you’d just accept me you would be presented as my queen, this should be an exciting trip for you, instead I have to have you on constant watch!” On watch is one way to put