Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0412



King Josh POVBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I watched in distain as my ex beta Lewis was dragged up onto a makeshift raised platform, by the very men who once served underneath him. The camera crew I had ordered to follow the upcoming events began stationing themselves directly in front of lewis at my command. This was going to be an event that no one will forget.

Lewis's execution was to be broadcast globally, so that the entire world will find out exactly what happens to traitors and rebels, no matter who that person may be. "You should know, My queens scent is finally starting to fade on you. Soon the only thing anyone will be able to smell will be the metallic substance pouring from your chest." I whispered, as the man was forced onto his knees.

The man's face was already beaten pretty badly, although, I will admit that his initial injuries from my beating two days ago, had healed at a very impressive rate, if I didn't know how strong he naturally was anyway, I would have made the assumption that the moon goddess had aided him in his healing. I offer no exaggeration when I admit that his recovery was much quicker than the norm.

I honestly don't know what he expected me to do, if I'm being perfectly honest. I genuinely had to restrain myself from killing him there and then, when I first got a hold of him. I was, in honesty, extremely overwhelmed and taken a back by just how much he smelt of her... my mate... his scent was mixed so perfectly with hers that it was so obvious what they had been up to. They smelt like true mates, like they had become one being while they had both been away from me.

"At least I will die knowing I'm not hated by the one I call mate." His words hit me like a ton of lead, and I felt my chest clench, pain engulfing it slightly at the notion of Dylan completely hating me.

I wasn't a fool I knew that she held nothing but distain for me. In fact, I actually rather liked it being that way, it would make breaking her all the more satisfying, still, it wasn't exactly pleasant to hear that my

mate chose to fuck someone else.

I mean, it was fairly obvious that Dylan was undeniably chosen by Lewis to be his other half and I wished with every fiber of my being that she did hate him. So then I could use that as ammunition, then again, I could still try.

"My Dylan... hates all lycans... she always has and she always will, that is why it is so important that we squash this little rebellion of hers. Once she's been bought down from her pedestal, the world will finally realize that they placed far too much trust in a teenager. But, make no mistake my old friend, She hates you just as much as everyone else." I smirked seeing his fists clenched out of the corner of my beady eyes, however his head shook and a small scoff of a chuckle left his shit eating face.

"You are wrong... Dylan, hates authority, not lycans. She's perfectly respectful to those who have earned it from her." The love swimming in his eyes at the mere mention of her was proof that he had

subconsciously chosen her to be by his side for the remainder of his life and judging by both his scent and the agony that I had been feeling over the past few weeks, she had accepted him right back. Of course he wouldn't live very long to truly appreciate what he had been gifted. "The world cannot keep turning if we place too big a difference on our species. We can not continue treating humans as if they are minorities. We shouldn't be punishing them for simply attempting to coexist. You know things have spiraled out of control while you and your family have been in charge." My old friends words struck a chord with me, and it caused a gleeful grin to break out on my features.