Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 

Dylan POV. 

My anxiety was raging as me and Lewis made our way to alpha Gilliards office. I had made a decision, one that could blow up in my face and be rejected by everyone who may take our side in the upcoming battle, but still, I had done what was asked of me, and had every intention of doing what I could for the fight. Everyone was willing to schllice everything to project change, so it was only right for me to 

do the same. 

As we walked through the pack house I could hear murmurs from the wolves present and I stopped in my tracks, turning to Lewis with squinted eyes. I had realized why people were talking, and secretly liked the fact that they were 

“They all know exactly what we did last night, don’t they?” My voice holding an amused yet accusing tone that had Lewis awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. 

“Erm, well, your scent has changed somewhat. So they probably suspect our… erm, actions.” My scent? I hadn’t even thought about that, my mind flashed to the conversation I had with Aria, after she had asked me why I let the king have relations with me, but wouldn’t accept his mark. Then only one question stopped dead in my mind, and 1 blurted it out before I could stop the words from materializing 

“Do I still have the kings scent on me?” In hind sight, that probably wasn’t the best question to ask a Lycan, who was obviously somewhat territorial over me. Little did he know that I had already accepted him entirely. He belonged with me just as much as I belonged with him. 

Our own bond had slowly developed into something beautiful and equal, I had to admit that just seeing him bought a smile to my face, and calmed any nerves I may have had. 

Lewis, let out a small growl at my question, but managed to quell it quickly, grabbing my palm with his own and pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me, he placed a single kiss on my head before my head rose slightly to look him in the eye. He gave a devilish smile and looked down at me in his large arms. 

“No, Josh’s scent is long gone. You’re mine Dylan, and your scent now reflects that.” His eyes flashed slightly possessively, before he even realized his own words. I never thought for one second how turned on hearing him say that would make me, but I felt my pussy leak slightly, which caused yet another small growl to leave him. This one, held nothing but lust. 

Before I had time to comprehend where we were even stood, and how many people were in the same corridor we were in, Lewis’s lips captured my own, and I melted into it. His tongue quickly made itself known battling for dominance with my own. My own lustful frienzy kicked in, and I began using my arms, that had wrapped themselves around his neck, to pull him closer in to me. He was right, I was his, and he was mine. 

I loved this man.