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.

Especially after the incident with Lewis and his banishment, I understood that though, I’m the reason he had to send his best friend away, I’d come between them

whimpered from the force and scurried away from him as much as I could while being seated and restrained on the limousine Bloor. Being in such close quarters was putting me on edge, even more so because his envoy were watching everything, and I know exactly the

of makeup but not of bruises, and my arms were littered with scratches,

and she’s shackled like that Josh. I understand the want to make an example of her, but those cuffs are tight, I’m sure they have bruised enough for the people to speculate without having actually seen her

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

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 response. I have no idea why I was so frightened to

Oliver…” My eyes grew quickly as I realized what I had

spare you anything, I’m simply looking out for my friend and my king.” I nodded my head frantically and turned to the king whose look held

if you’d just accept me