Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 301

Chosen By The Moon 

Chapter 301 

Dylan POV 

“You liked him.” I rolled my eyes as 1 sat, spinning from left to right while I though about everything. 

“I did not. He was just, I saw myself in him alright.” I admit as my conversation with Jack span round and round in my head. 

It was true. I saw a lot of myself in the guy. He was young, probably not much older than me, maybe Lewis age at 21 or something very close to that, and you could tell he had spent his life fighting against the wolves. The only difference was he had a loving couple who took him in while he was rebelling, but me? I had to do everything on my own, especially for the first year with my dad gone. My mom was a shell for those first 12 months of the new world, and I had to pick up the pieces she left behind. 

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We were also opposites in the fact that I had grown up without any hope at all and yet now it’s all I survived off, the hope of a much better tomorrow… meanwhile Jack had lots of hope and now he had none, and a man with no hope at all is a danger to himself, just as 

much as everyone else. 

“Go back to Lewis’s room looking like that, and you’ll make him jealous. Gilliard just loved teasing me and Lewis whenever he got the chance. He kept saying we were in the honeymoon stage of our bond, when in reality we weren’t even up to the proposal yet. 

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We never did anything, at least we hadn’t since last week, and what we had gotten up to was cut off by that idiot who marked her mate forcefully. The more we connected the more I wanted him. We had both just been so busy with everything else going on that actually been missing out on time alone with each other. 

“Lewis, is incapable of jealousy.” I chuckled, as I rubbed my eyes tiredly with my index finger and my thumb and slumped back in my chair, thinking over everything. “Alpha Gilliard, can I ask you something? 

He frowned as my eyes suddenly met his and it was fairly obvious that something was weighing me down. 

“Of course, is there anything that you need?” I swallowed thickly trying to brace myself for what I imagine would be his answer. 

“Say we succeed…. We win against the king and his forces… what happens afterwards? In that disarray between the king being usurped and the world dealing with the aftermath, how do you think peace and equality can be realized?” 

He looked at me, as if my question was part of a test in an intense curriculum. As if the wrong answer could be disastrous.