Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 0339 

“That makes no sense. You aren’t going to start beating the shit out of people who stand up against you. In fact, you’ll most likely hear them out and find an amicable solution.” I shrugged. That didn’t stop me from being worried about everything. No matter what I did, the king would haunt me until my death. 

“I just think you need to be prepared.. because there’s no solution where both me and The King survive.” I stood up, and sighed when he didn’t say anything else. My questions for him could wait until tomorrow, I was tired and I already knew I was in for a bad night because it was the first night in over a week that I hadn’t spent with Lewis. 

“If the king remains on the throne, then me and Vee will never be able. to be fully happy. He has a certain sustain for humans… I might not completely agree with you, but we now want the same thing, just for different reasons.” Wow, he must have truly fallen in love with Vee in such a short space of time. 

“You’ve got a long way to go before you gain my trust… but I’ll be amicable for the time being. Be ready early tomorrow, we need to leave for the next district as early as possible, and trust me when I say that it won’t be as easy to sway this next alpha.” Then again, alpha Dalton wasn’t actually that easy to persuade either. I have to assume every alpha in the district has the same survival notion that 

he does. 

I walked back into the pack house feeling slightly awkward as people stared at my presence. I didn’t even think that many people would still be up at this hour. Also, At this stage you’d think they would be used to me by now. 

I made my way to the kitchen and frowned, thinking over our plan, and 

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praying we could get the other packs on board. I sighed feeling exhausted and looking around before grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with some water, before downing the entire contents. Maybe it was best I just went to bed, I had nothing else to 

do now. 

I felt lonely, for the first time in weeks, I was truly and utterly alone. I missed Lewis, even more so when climbed into my appointed bed, feeling it’s lack of bodily warmth. I frowned, as I rested my head on the soft pillow, already instead used to the firmness off my betas chest. I quickly bunched the duvet up between my legs, attempting to cuddle up to it as if it were my person, drawing me into a blissful slumber, but the reality was simply depressing.