Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 107

Dylan POV

stared at the districts soon to be beta and frowned, I was unable to read him, however I know for a fact the same couldn’t be said about me. My facial expressions were giving away everything. He slowly lifted his hand up and reached it out in front of him silently asking for a hand shake.

Thank you.” He sounded extremely sincere and so I hesitantly took his outstretched palm in my right one and shook it firmly. Thank you so much, if it wasn’t for you then…”

“I’d have been lashed, or worse.” Erin spoke quietly yet gratefully as she met my eyes. It probably would have been a double lashing, the king doesn’t like being shown up.

“Yeah well, better me than you, right? One more scar isn’t going to change the fact that I’m covered in them. Just keep your mouth shut next time.” Again I shrugged, but was seriously feeling the prominent pain in my hand. I just wanted to leave, to curl up in my appointed room and try and get some shut eye, or at least try to have some time to myself at least before the king returns.

“That doesn’t mean you should bring attention to yourself instead of someone else. You did it today too, at school with Tony.” Nick was right, I probably shouldn’t do that, and yet I feel like it’s my obligation to protect humans against my tyrant of a mate. I was progressively getting more and more tired of this conversation, and so I made sure my face held absolutely no emotion whatsoever as I addressed my old peers.

“Look, getting hurt is just my reality. Someone has to stand up to him, and I don’t particularly see anyone else stepping up, do you? Besides, no matter what I do, he can’t kill me, so Im the best person to speak my mind. I sighed as I thought about the blissful serenity that death could bring me, except it seemed like even death didn’t want me, that has to be the case with the amount of times I’ve tried to welcome it and failed. Although, thinking about it, it was always Lewis who stopped me, every time I tried it was Lewis who brought me back from the ledge…

I missed him!

stop him from coming close to killing you though. Nick was probably referring to the severe lashing I received, the day the king burnt me

knew it as soon as I saw his face take on a shocked expression. Shit! Thinking quickly I changed the subject, unable to look at my old friend again. “Look, I’m tired, I’m in pain and quite frankly, I feel embarrassed to even be back here in this district after everything, so I’m gonna go upstairs and try to rest before his grace gets there.” I turned my back to everyone and began to walk away when I was stopped in my tracks by a question that made bile

but you share the kings scent… you’ve done other things haven’t you?” Arya had no filter. I knew there would be some change in my scent and I knew that the wolves would pick up on it, but to actually smell like

to you, you won’t accept his mark so why allow other things to happen?” I didn’t surprise me that Nick thought this way, as I used to before I’d

want to you without permission Nick, everything except marking you. He’s got complete control over me, whether I want it or not.” I shrugged before clenching and unclenching my hand again. “Look, I really

Adrian seemed absolutely appalled by this revelation. Was that not obvious? I thought by this point everyone just assumed that that

faces of my school peers drop at my attitude and I sighed, I really just wanted to be alone. “Look, I’m not the only one who has gone through things with their supposed mate. There is more abuse going on than many believe.” I was of course also referring to Carlos and his situation. I can imagine that there are more people with stories similar to ours. Of course there could be abuse from humans too, but the majority of it

on the floor of the limo. God, that felt like days ago, when in my exhaustion made

to your room.” Adrian spoke before giving his mate a quick then speaking to her, nothing but the truth lay in his words. “I love you, and I’ll see you later.” She smiled at his gesture and squeezed his hand in affection, whispering

how much life had continued while I had

my existence actually was.