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...

racked through me as my eyes widened. A agony filled burn took

one thing... I attempted to gasp once more only to feel my mouth fill with a lake of blood... only

marked mate, also let out loud gasp as my grip on her eased. I felt the warmth of her body leave my

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

failed drastically as only a small strangled noise floated out,

had almost even broken her beyond recognition, but for her to go as far as to personally kill me, well that was just a

hurting her, but I never would have killed my goddess given mate, so I was surprised and distraught

she might have had for me, but found absolutely none. I knew in

couldn't have

wobbled. I tried to hold myself up long enough to do at least some serious damage but my body was failing fast. The silver blade 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 to catch my breath but couldn't sue to the object impaled

the last of their movement to attack Dylan, instead of pulling the blade out of my body. I wheezed, tasting more and more blood and feeling

I knew it, I could feel more pressure on the blade as it tore through the back of my neck, and watched as

screaming from the hurt and betrayal, she had