All Chapters of The Chosen Luna's True Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I sigh as I’m dragged away from where Camilla and Lucas are now talking to be apprehended by Killian. I had thought about wearing a scarf or something until I had the mental capacity to deal with Killian’s reaction to my new, very permanent mark, but had decided against it. Now I was regretting that choice a little.“What is this?” He demands again when we stop, and he shoves my hair out of the way to glare at the new mark on my neck. I had cleaned all the blood off, but it was still brand new, so there was plenty of bruising around the bite marks.“Sebastian marked me.” I say evenly, crossing my arms and watching his face for a reaction. Saying anything different would just make him think I thought he was stupid. Might as well rip this bandaid off, I guess.“I can see that.” He growls, his eyes flashing with anger. “And you let him?” “He didn’t really ask me, but it’s not like he forced me either.” I say a bit lamely. While it was true that Sebstain didn’t talk to me before sinking

“What if he’s annoyed to see me again so soon?” Camilla asks in a worried tone from beside me as we make our way to where Killian and Lucas were staying. “I’m sure he won’t be. Why would he be?” I ask, trying to reassure her. She’d been peppering me with anxious questions about Lucas the entire walk over here. Has he ever said anything about his mate? Has he had a lot of girlfriends in the past? What does his type usually look like?I answered all of her questions to the best of my ability, but to be honest, I didn’t know much about Lucas and his mate. Killian had told me he knew who she was, and she was even still alive. Apparently she just wasn’t interested in being with someone who wasn’t an Alpha though. Which was ridiculous, because Lucas was a perfectly fine mate to end up with. I don’t have the burning attraction for him that mates too so I don’t have too much gushing to do over him, I just know he’s a good guy. I didn’t tell Camilla all his business, just that he wasn't wit

I hurry across the pack lands, my mind whirling with thoughts of why the hell rouges would be heading this way for a challenge ceremony.How did they know Killian had challenged Sebastain? And what was their interest in it? Did they want to watch? If so, why? So they could take advantage of whoever lost? Or were they interested in being a part of the challenge? It wasn’t common, but more than two parties could participate, as long as the numbers from each pack were even. Typically it was a card pulled to save pack lives over a personal matter, because let's be honest, these types of things usually happened over something like what was happening now. Very rarely were these ceremonies held for something political or actually important. As I approach Sebastain’s house, the bad feeling in my gut intensifies. Especially when I get close to the front door and can already hear loud, angry sounding voices. “What right do you even have to challenge me?” I hear Sebastain asking someone in an

“We’ll need to move the ceremony outside, with the rogues joining in now there won’t be enough room outside.” I tell one of Sebastain’s pack members as I walk to the meeting hall with them at my side. They nod, and break away from me to hurry off with their new instructions. I don’t know how his pack had learned about the new challenger so quickly, considering it'd happened all of an hour ago. But as soon as I’d walked out of Sebastain’s house, the guards had immediately approached me, asking if it was true that Sebastain had been challenged by the rogue King. Then when I had started walking to the meeting hall to see if any of the committee members were lingering around, one of the event organizing pack members had approached, asking if the space we had planned to use for the ceremony would still work. They were who I was talking and walking with now.I hadn’t been able to find Sebastain again, I’m assuming he’d probably turned into a wolf and was tearing through his land somewhere,

As it turned out, the packs were actually pretty good at getting along. I suspect it had something to do with the ridiculous amount of alcohol that was being consumed by every single person here tonight.Both Killian and Sebastain had brought home giant sized deer for us to cook that night, so we ended up making a bonfire thirty or so feet away from Sebastain’s house. The deer had been skinned and sliced, and now you could grab a piece, a skewer, and roast your meat over the fire. When everyone had first shown up, things had been very tense. It was kind of like a middle school prom, where the boys sit on one side and the girls sit on the other. Except the split was between the two groups of wolves. Ashton had actually been the one to break the tension a little, and I had a mental note to send him a bottle of whiskey or something after, because without him, I’m not sure what would’ve happened. Him and his group of ducklings had shown up a bit later than everyone else, but only beca