Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 138

Dylan POV

It had been quiet around the pack house, very quiet in fact ever since yesterday really. Even Nick had hardly spoken to me. Arya was being strangely respectful to me which was very out of character, and Adrian barely even looked me in the eyes when passing me. I don’t really know why it got to me so much, I guess I was starting to see him as a friend which was rather idiotic of me really, he was the alphas son.

1 could feel myself getting more and more on edge as the time moved by slowly. I was anticipating something, and it left a sinking feeling to grow over the course of the day. It was almost like the calm before a horrific storm.

I was sat in the alphas office with his grace while he sorted out some form of paperwork. Probably something else to do with the disrespect and abuse shown to my kind, but 1 didn’t really care all that much, he was leaving me alone so who was I to say anything.

I was bored, but I was enjoying the peace and quiet. Even if the day was dragging by, I would never initiate conversation with him. I might be doing what he asks but the man still made me sick. He had no redeeming qualities at all.

“My love, you are very quiet today.” He smiled at me and lifted his head from his paperwork, showing me all of his perfectly white teeth. “I think This little visit has been good for you. You have enjoyed being back haven’t you?”

“Yes your grace.” What else could I say other than agree with his words? I hated being back here. Everyone seeing me so weak was getting to me more than I could ever express, my mother should never have been punished for my actions and opinions, and I was seriously starting to worry about how late my lady days were. Not that I would ever say anything, nobody else has yet.

known physically and roughly, Only to be

the chair he was on moved away from his desk and hit the wall behind it. He stalked towards me with hard eyes quickly leaning over me as I sat on the small sofa, his

“When will you cal

His voice was hard as he allowed his now semi erect manhood to press against my clothes care. “When will you touch me first? Touch him first? What on earth is he on about? I let him do whatever he wants lately,

my face. What was he asking of me? Is it not bad enough that I have to take whatever he

“Your grace I…

mouth, my queen!” My eyes widened and I shook my head, subconsciously pressing

me!” Using my mouth was the only thing he had never done. It was the only thing that was still in tact. I couldn’t stand

built up in my eyes and I allowed. myself hen to

me into these situations, and every time he seemed to get confused if I so much as tried to say no. He grabbed my hair quickly and got up off of me, dragging my body with him. I

to unfasten his trousers, as more tears fell. I shook my head and tried to stand up, only to be forced back onto my weak knees. “You really don’t want this do you?”

and forced me back up and onto the sofa again. I groaned as the back of my head hit the firm armrest, and cringed