Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 268

Chosen By The Moon 

Chapter 268 

Dylan pov. 

We walked a while, me and Owen, the lad that saved me the day before, we casually walked from one district to the next, idly talking about anything and everything that came to mind. However upon entering the lycans district I couldn’t help the gro nd the eye roll that, at this point, seemed to be inevitable as soon as I entered a new border. 

1 really was getting so sick and tired of all the stares and murmurs that forever surrounded me whenever anyone ever laid eyes on me for the first time.. 

Was it really that much of a shock to see me? I mean I get it to an extent, I was after all the person who everyone thought was going to become the queen, but i rejected the king at every opportunity, and I did so rather publicly. 

Maybe it was my rejection of King Josh that caused the looks and not my almost royal title? Maybe non of that mattered, at all, maybe it was simply because of all the abuse I had received, and people took pity on me. 

Honestly I–imagine it was a mixture of all three. I admit I would most likely be gossiping about it myself if I was simply a viewer and not the sole participant. 

I guess, that no matter what, complete strangers will always know more about my life than I did. 

“Why do people always stop to stare at me? I’m not even with the king now!” I hated it I really hated it. No matter where I went or what I did, people still always made connotations to the king. 

“Your the kings mate, that makes you kind of famous, especially to humans. I think it would be weird if everyone ignored you.” Owen chuckled as he lead me through the human district of his pack. 

More and more people quickly began to leave their houses and gather round me and the lad who accompanied me. A group of kids, probably a little older than Freddie, I’d say they were around nine or ten years old, I couldn’t help but chuckle at all their excited little faces at my arrival, I really did feel like a celebrity, I chuckled even more when I began having questions fired at me. 

“Wow… are you–really the queen?” 

“Your pretty.” 

“Why are you here?” 

“A real princess!” 

“Hello.” I awkwardly spoke as more and more kids began to flock and jump around me in excitement. 

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Chapter 268 

“Are you all ok?” What was I supposed to say to a group of kids who very much seemed to actually like. 

1. me. 

“Is it true that if I eat more I’ll be strong like you?” One little girl asked innocently. What? Had she actually looked at me? I was essentially as strong as a twig, I’ve genuinely seen grapes stronger than me. “That’s what my mommy said.” We’re parents really using me as a role model for their kids? I couldn’t 

help but wonder why, I mean I was an idiot, if I’d just turned out different. Of course I doubt I would be ha 

turned me into an example for all humans. 

cepted the king then maybe things would have