Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 140

Dylan POV

Why, why does the king insist on consistently abusing me? I haven’t done anything wrong at all, and yet here I was once again cowering in front of him.

“A lashing is a mild punishment for what you have done.” I was getting really scared now, both my body and my mind couldn’t take any more pain. I couldn’t take a lashing. The last one was far too excessive. “Give us a name…” the alpha continued his interrogation while the king remained ridged.

I had to think, and I had to think fast. I couldn’t actually tell them who helped me smuggle things in, they’d be put to death in a heartbeat, but I also couldn’t stand any more physical abuse. Think… think.

Eventually I watched as the king lost his patience with me, he raised his arm up with the whip tightly in his grasp with every intention of swinging it down on me. God he wasn’t bluffing, how could be even think about doing this to me again.

it out fast

and frowned while his father asked me the question. I just nodded my head rapidly. No one

just used to replace the number of stock. My mom worked in the inventory sector you can check it. She… She ran numbers and made sure the human nations were all handed out equally. That is Until she began to give extra to people, using me as the delivery girl. It was perfect Because she could just claim that they were a few short some weeks and stock pile up for those who needed in Was that believable? I was quite proud of myself for the massive lie I’d cooked up in my head, on the spot, in front of imminent danger. The three wolves that were present in the room went

shook my head, now holding the

all much more likely to go easier on me due to my age.” Please, believe me, god I prayed,

no intention of taking another lashing. “Remove it or I will

she still acts out.” Adrian spoke calmly but his body language screamed anything but calm. He was ridged and looked almost ready to attack the king on

don’t care if she can take it or not. I was grabbed by my skinny wrist and pulled up with my arm onto my feet. I was so light that the king really could just throw me around like it was nothing. Once I was on my feet he grabbed my prisoners top from the hem and yanked it roughly

I was much more focused on keeping my horribly scarred back