Dylan POV"Why would someone mark their mate without permission?!" Lewis asked, while still holding onto the man's limbs.V was very quick to answer his rhetorical question though as she met my eyes with a hard expression."Because the king announced live on television that it was his intention... a
“I haven’t ever lost this much. I know king Josh did a lot to me, but he always stopped when I got too bad.” This time it was John who spoke, his head shook and outrage took over his features. “Have you forgotten about the time he damn nearly beat you to death on live television? Even I’m certain y
Dylan POVWhy the fuck would there be a van completely packed to the brim with weaponry for a base that had no intention of fighting against the king? The only conclusion was, was that this place wasn't the true rebellion that was reportedly growing, not by a long shot. "Ok..." I finally made my pr
“But… if you were to be killed then who would lead us into the new age?” A voice from behind me spoke and I spun on my heels to address the voice however was shocked when I saw just how many people had been watching my word vomit. There must have been over a hundred people waiting in anticipation of
Dylan POV"In that case, we will need to start building your strength up." V much to my surprise actually and looked me in the eye before speaking. "First things first is you'll need to meet the alpha!" The alpha? The alpha of what? Of where? I'd just escaped the alpha king and now I was being forc
Maybe it was because I knew I was going to suffer yet again, while I tried to strengthen my body, or Maybe it was the fact that I was turning 18 tomorrow and had none of my family with me. The last five years haven't been all that great in regards to birthdays, but at least I had still woken up to
“Chocolate?” Clarke spoke with his mouth still completely full, so much so that it was barely understandable. I imagine he had at least three full chocolates in his mouth at once with the way he was struggling to chew as well. I simply chuckled at him before taking one of the caramel ones out and he
Dylan POV"I'm self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can't be helped." I swallowed thickly before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to change the subject quickly. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about how shitty my life is..." I held o