Chosen By The Moon

Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 171

Dylan POV

I sat on the side of the lake, overlooking the beautiful dark blue rippling water that embodied it, both my feet were hare and gently dipped into the cold substance. My mind reeled with everything I had been through and tears dripped from my eyes still. It was the first moment I’d had alone since arriving at the Rebellions base.

One thing about being away from the king was that I was finally able to genuinely grieve for my mom. The king’s mentality was to simply get over it and move on, but the nature of her death was too shocking, and bloody for me to ever forget what had happened, and so I just sat, crying and somewhat enjoying the calm breeze that filled the sky and shook the green vibrant trees.

“Dylan?” So much for peace and quiet. I quickly composed my sorrowful self and sniffed, wiping my eyes quickly, and trying my hardest not to let Lewis see my sorrow as he came up behind me. My moment of peace was gone, but somehow I didn’t mind, Lewis was the only person who seemed to make me feel comfortable here. I went to stand but instead he sat down next to me, and let his own gaze go across the lake. “I heard you sorted the issue of the van out. They shouldn’t have put that on you, especially not straight away… he spoke it half to me and half absentmindedly. It didn’t bother me, it was my fault in the first place. “Anyway… Are you settling in?”

uld feel his h

I just nodded my head and sighed, I could smell his cologne, and I could feel his body heat from next to me, making me want nothing more than to be embraced by it, I would never act on those feelings though. I’m not even sure if I could let anyone hug me at this point without instantly feeling the kings hands all over me. A small shiver of disgust raked through me at the thought, and I was convinced it went unnoticed, but that didn’t seem to be the case as I felt something warm and slightly heavy drape over my shoulders binging forth a moment of terror which then turned into

confusion.

jacket to wear. It wasn’t particularly cold, however the now late evening air did hold

been, Dylan.” I cringed, remembering how the king had spoken my name to me before thinking about giving me another brutal flogging. Everything reminded me of him. I thought now that I was away, I’d be free, I

walked down a row of tents, I’d see the king torturing me in front of the audience sat outside the palace steps, with small tents and cameras capturing every minute of my mutilation. I had only been in it once, but if Every time I step into the lunch hall, I feel the kings fork embedding itself so nonchalantly in the back of my hand, and if sends me into a fit of

had done far too much for my mind and body to simply forget, and I still hadn’t began my monthly cycle, the thought of being pregnant was becoming stronger

with each passing

to me, please Dylan. God, I hated it. Whenever anyone else had said my name it didn’t bother me, but after hearing the king say my name to me hearing Lewis speak it, made my insides crawl, he was too nice for this world. “The last time

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bring that up again. “I never should

my head at him. He had to leave me, we both knew it back then. The last time he

anyone could see that Lewis blamed himself for what went on that day, and because of it he gave me a look that screamed nothing but sympathy. “Don’t… Don’t look at me like that, Lewis!” I shook my head and met his guze, pity swam in his orbs, and I couldn’t