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.

fast and loudly as

to me finally and frowned while his father asked me the question. I just nodded my head rapidly. No one could harm my mom more than she already was. “Bull

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 completely silent until the whip came down on my skinny upper arm causing

shook my head, now holding the bleeding cut with my

know… I just kept the phone hidden in case it was found. You were all much more likely to go easier on me due to my age.” Please, believe me, god I prayed, I pray silently to whatever

knees in front of him. I had no intention of taking another lashing. “Remove it or I will do it for you!” His

she can’t take another lashing, we all know that, and they hardly have the desired affect anyway because she still acts out.” Adrian spoke calmly but his body language screamed anything but calm.

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

focused on keeping my horribly scarred back away from the audience of three and most importantly