Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0194

Dylan POV

"Why would someone mark their mate without permission?!" Lewis asked, while still holding onto the man's limbs.

V was very quick to answer his rhetorical question though as she met my eyes with a hard expression.

"Because the king announced live on television that it was his intention... as soon as he finds his queen he would mark her." My head shot up to her with wide eyes, why would the king say something like that on live television?

"The king said that? He must have known how many people would listen to him. After meeting Carlos I know for a fact there's more people unwilling to bend to the lycans. His words just created open season on any reluctant mate." I wasn't wrong. The king although an absolute bastard of a tyrant, he had influence, his title made it so.

"Youre right, if the king is able to mark his mate without consent then Lycans from all over will expect to be able to do the same." The doctor suddenly barged past Lewis with a long needle ready to help the poor man that was still screaming in agony.

his neck. The needle was injected into the man's spine and witching a minute the man was silent, feeling the instant relief the anaesthetic gave him, he fell asleep instantly. Lewis sighed and let the man's ankles go before walking over to me and placing his large hand on my shoulder. My head met his and I watched his pupils widen slightly once he

nodded my head as I gazed at him, the heat from his hand made a lump form

mating tradition was the only thing that they had no control over, and even though it's a death sentence, they have still taken that away from us." My fingers still plugged the wound of the man while the doctor flitted around gathering items to replace my phalanges. "What is going to happen

nothing but unknowing comments. They had no idea. John was holding a small tray of items when

change... as in a change in species." I frowned deeply

mean, a forced marking results in the human becoming a Lycan?!" If that was the case then surly

John while his hand still rested firmly on my shoulder. "But it never works. It always results in death. A wolf bite simply acts as a type of venom, killing every cell in your body.

this guy…” The doctor nodded and walked over to my hands to inspect the would I was currently stopping from bleeding everywhere.

my wrist and pulled one of my fingers out in order to assess the damage. Instantly the wound began to

to get to work

two hours all together before I could safely remove both my fingers from the guys neck. The sedative the doctor gave him was