Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 194

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... as soon as he finds his queen he would mark her." My head shot up to her with wide eyes, why would the king say something like that on live television?

"The king said that? He must have known how many people would listen to him. After meeting Carlos I know for a fact there's more people unwilling to bend to the lycans. His words just created open season on any reluctant mate." I wasn't wrong. The king although an absolute bastard of a tyrant, he had influence, his title made it so.

"Youre right, if the king is able to mark his mate without consent then Lycans from all over will expect to be able to do the same." The doctor suddenly barged past Lewis with a long needle ready to help the poor man that was still screaming in agony.

"That can be discussed later..." Doctor Bennet didn't waste any time in rolling the man over while I kept my fingers plugging the holes in his neck. The needle was injected into the man's spine and witching a minute the man was silent, feeling the instant relief the anaesthetic gave him, he fell asleep instantly. Lewis sighed and let the man's ankles go before walking over to me and placing his large hand on my shoulder. My head met his and I watched his pupils widen slightly once he met my gaze.

"Are you ok?" He asked his voice holding nothing but sincerity. I nodded my head as I gazed at him, the heat from his hand made a lump form in my throat as I forced my eyes away from his.

"This can not keep going on like this..." I stated shaking my head slightly in disbelief at the situation before me. "The lycanthrope can not take anything else away from us! Giving our consent to the mating tradition was the only thing that they had no control over, and even though it's a death sentence, they have still taken that away from us." My fingers still plugged the wound of the man while the doctor flitted around gathering items to replace my phalanges. "What is going to happen to this guy?”

My question was only answered by facial expressions that showed nothing but unknowing comments. They had no idea. John was holding a small tray of items when he finally broke the silence surrounding everybody.