Chosen By The Moon

CHAPTER 25

Dylan POV,

1 coughed and tried to stand but my legs were like jelly, my chest ached as I tried to get more oxygen in my lungs and

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my hand carefully wrapped around my sore neck, trying to soothe it.

A little more than a minute went by before the door to the room was opened again and Beta Lewis walked in, he didn’t comment once on what happened

“Are you ok?” He asked quietly as his finger ever so slightly touched my neck. I nodded my head and averted my heavy eyes away from him as he held

We walked a little before I finally said something he wasn’t expecting. Thank you.” My voice was strained from the pressure my neck endur it I managed

me my own room.” He smiled as he helped me up the stairs, half my weight was on him

as he half carried me up

“I just wish I could do more.” He said, honesty laced in every word. “The king isn’t the nicest man. I’m not even sure if he is capable of loving anyone, inc

Once we made it to my room he sat me on my bed, and got me a small cup of water, which I eagerly accepted. “Try and get some sleep, you will be gett

Ok so maybe I will have a ally here, Lewis is a ok man, and I need all the help I can get. Now I just need to figure out how I’m going to survive in this place.

He lowered his head slightly bowing before leaving me to my thoughts. I climbed out of my destroyed green dress and curled up on the soft mattress in just my panties, we didn’t wear bras anymore you see, it wasn’t part of the humans

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I wanted to sleep so badly but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I closed my eyes I remembered where I was, and what could happen to me

A few hours went by and I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. I fidgeted a lot. My lack of sleep causing my body to move to get comfortable, but my mind was too active. Eventually the staff appointe

the wanted.

The dress I was placed in had a similar silhouette to the last one. It was a navy blue color and this time had long sleeves, the fabric also covered my ne parade my scar around while the royal family want to conceal it for as long as possible.

Next was my make up, they roughly wiped the makeup from before off my face and covered it with a fresh design. Once I was done they guided me to t

1 looked awful.

My eyes were red and very bloodshot from being strangled. Severe bruising could be seen just poking out the top of my high neck dress. The bruises on

“You look beautiful, your grace.” I didn’t say a word I simply nodded when a knock was heard. My personal escort then entered the room to collect me. I