Chosen By The Moon

Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 157

Lewis POV

“Dylan…” I couldn’t stop my legs from moving forward on their own. I couldn’t believe she sat in front of me and I knew I had to just touch her to prove she was real. For all I knew I could have been dreaming once again.

I had dreamt about her every single night since I left the palace, I’d dreamt of holding her in my arms and never letting go, of waking up to her beautiful face every morning, and having her wrap her arms around me in a tight embrace to return my affection. I dreamt of her accepting me for who I was and letting me learn everything there was to know about her, but as soon as every wonderful dream ended, the nightmare of reality would come crashing down on me and I would always wake up alone, haunted by her never ending screams of fear and pain, I would always wake up, and become powerless to do anything to help her.

But now, I was sure I wasn’t dreaming, at that moment she had never looked more beautiful and more real, and so on instinct my hand reached out to gently cup her face, her cheek felt cold beneath my palm, but her eyes shone with curiosity as I breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re really here?” I was so happy to see her in person, to feel her with my own hands, the sparks that so faintly flowed through me every time we made contact before, had been amplified immensely, her scent enveloped my entire being and I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my chest so she could hear my heartbeat and know that it was beating for her and only her.

for forgiveness for leaving her with him, I wanted to take every single minuscule of pain she

style she chuckled awkwardly and moved her beautiful face away from my hand, she cleared

orbs to meet my own, causing my knees to buckle

only really a few minutes in front

I am to have you in our borders.” Everyone in the rebellion knew V was basically star struck by Dylan, she was constantly the topic of conversation and was even, held in extreme high regard by most of the leaders here, myself included, but the way V spoke about her was on an entirely different level, in the few months that Dylan had been within the public eye she really had developed quite the fan base. “My name is Victoria,

was an extremely tall girl, her skin was a natural caramel due to her Hispanic roots, and her dark hair was always tied in a tight ponytail at the top of her head while the sides were shaven down. She was tough, she could even hold her own in a fight, however place weapon like a gun in her hand and she was about as coordinated as a new born

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or V?” Dylan just looked at her as V pondered the

plate. of food that lay in her lap, a smile made its

need food.”