Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 0352 

Dylan POV 

“If you storngly believe that you and Lewis were always intended for each other, then why are you still denying his mark? Even Vee has been thinking about accepting mine.” I frowned, and felt my throat going tight. He was right who was I to fight for equality when I 

couldn’t even bring myself to be marked. 

“Lewis said he doesn’t want that…” Well, he said he would never ask 

that of me. 

“He lied!” I couldn’t understand why Oliver was so insistent on me and Lewis doing the Lycan tradition and mating with each other. It was strange considering that two weeks ago he was telling me to go back to the king. 

“He wouldn’t lie about that… He said he would never ask me to accept his mark.” That was the truth, but I could tell this argument with Oliver was only just starting. 

“Ahhh… See, you just changed your previous answer. You said he would never ask you, he never once said that he didn’t want you to bare his mark. He’s a lycan, your grace, it’s in our nature for us to want to claim the one we love. That way, other wolves can see exactly who they belong to.” Oh, I hated that wolves were so adamant on claiming their mates like objects, it annoyed the hell out of me. 

“That’s the thing though, some wolves only view us humans as property, a mark is…” He cut me off… arguing his own reasons for continuing on this subject of conversation. 

“No different than wearing a wedding band. Humans believe in marriage and unity do they not?” It’s very different, for one, we didn’t have to bite anyone at a human wedding. I don’t think i’ll ever be able 

to wear a mates mark. “Well, that’s all a mark is for a wolf. Why do you wear rings as well as signing the marriage papers? Because you want the rest of the world to know that your spouse is taken and no longer single.” 

He did have a point I suppose. 

“Maybe you’re right… But marriage doesn’t involve biting or hurting your partner.” He sighed shaking his head at me and stepped closer while we continued to argue in the middle of the rogues camp. 

“Marking doesn’t hurt… its supposed to feel absolutely euphoric for both parties.” He frowned then ran his hand through his hair, mumbling the next part of his sentence under his breath. “What the fuck are they teaching you at school?” 

“Your telling me that being bitten by an animal does not hurt?!” Technically a lycan had to be in human form to mark their mates, but still they used their animals teeth to perform that task. “I’m sorry, but you guys use your wolfs fangs to bite into the skin, there is no world in which that wouldn’t hurt.”