Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 439

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…

A gasp racked through me as my eyes widened. A agony filled burn took over my skin and with it the need to scream took over my body.

My neck and throat elicited a strong and painful burning sensation that could only be caused by one thing… I attempted to gasp once more only to feel my mouth fill with a lake of blood… only this time, instead of being an enemy or the girl whom I lived the blood was different, it was familiar it was my blood.

Dylan, my queen, my now marked mate, also let out a loud gasp as my grip on her eased. I felt the warmth of her body leave my own, and my eyes lowered to meet hers.

I saw her hand on the hilt of an obviously silver weapon, that was buried deep within the muscular triangle of my neck, blocking the way for breath to travel through me.

I frowned in anger, as pain engulfed me. My attempt of shouting my rage failed drastically as only a small strangled noise floated out, while the blood pooling inside my mouth effortlessly flowed out.