Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0439

I moaned, and felt my cock garden to its fullest as i clutched at my queen, feeling the bond flood through me like a tidal wave.

I felt her head flop to the side slightly and I assumed she had passed out from whatever feeling we're going through her, so I held onto her body as I released her flesh, glancing at my fresh bloody mark before tilting my head back in elation.

Dylan was MINE! She wore my mark, she had accepted me, she belonged to me and only me, and now nothing, and no one could take her away from me, not even Dylan herself.

No one could deny a true mates mark, and nobody had ever wanted to. A mates marking was for eternity, it was written as fate by the moon goddess herself, and I was delighted to have finally felt the effects of one.

For a split second everything felt right, everything felt fated.

My mind swam with all the plans I had for us and a peaceful smile played on my bloodied lips.

I would now be able to break her legs, and lock her up, so she could never escape, her downfall would signal the fall of every single human on earth. I would use her body for my pleasure alone... I could force more people to watch, every single person that attempted to help get take her from me, they'd be invited to watch the show of a lifetime. Yes... I would break her down to ashes, for good this time, only to build her back up again so that she would solely dote on me, and me alon...

filled burn took over my skin and with it the need to scream took over

mouth fill with a lake of blood... only this time, instead of being

out loud gasp as my grip on her eased. I felt

that was buried deep within the muscular triangle of my neck, blocking the way for breath to travel

of shouting my rage failed drastically as only a

of pain, I knew I had almost even broken her

care about hurting her, but I never would have killed my goddess given mate, so I was surprised and distraught that she would. In truth I didn't think she

her eyes, trying to locate the tiniest bit of affection that she might have had for me, but found absolutely none. I knew in that

I couldn't have

was sucking the life out of me at an alarming rate, and I slammed to the floor on my back before I even realized I was falling, I attempted

movement to attack Dylan, instead of pulling the blade out of my body. I wheezed, tasting more

her knees, and before I knew it, I could feel more pressure on the blade as it tore through the back

hurt and betrayal, she had caused as my breath