Chosen Novel
Chapter 0400

Lewis POV Still!

My body completely unable to move while I helplessly watched the horrors of Dylan's defilement as it unfolded in front of me. I screamed and shouted as loud as I could, but all my protests, all my objections fell on death ears.

The screams coming from my chosen mate sent my blood cold, and my veins bulged as I strained my body, attempting to force myself out of Josh's unbreakable command, to no avail. The strong scent of blood filled the room, and tears built in my eyes as I watched her torture.

My eyes couldn't even close due to the kings order, and my entire body felt the pain. I was going to tear him to shreds for ever hurting her.

"Are you watching, Lewis?" I swallowed thickly when Josh suddenly stopped his defilement, and grabbed my girls neck, pulling her towards him all the while she coughed and spluttered for breath trying to get away. "Dylan is my mate... MINE. Now the entire world will know it."

His hands moved to her arms, holding her tightly while allowing his fangs to protrude, he gave me a sickening grin before sinking his teeth into her flesh. Blood poured into his mouth, and a loud scream left Dylan's mouth just as a shout left mine...

"NO!" My own shout woke me up from my awkward slumber on the day of my execution.

My hands and arms had become both numb and extremely stiff from my positioning. My limbs were bent behind my back and looped around a thick wooden beam, my wrists were connected together by a set of thick silver shackles that had began to cut into my skin from the

consistent burning they caused.

For the past two nights I had been plagued with nightmares, every second my eyes were closed I would relive the day I left Dylan in the palace alone. Here, in the dungeon there was nothing else to do except sleep and think. The two things that haunted me the most.

I was tired, and my fatigue had hit

me like a brick. I genuinely hadn't

realized just how used to sleeping next to Dylan I had gotten, I hadn't noticed how much she truly took over my being, and how her scent would bring me back from my

rampant thoughts. My minnet

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wandered to her every single minute that passed and I prayed to the moon goddess above that she was alright. Although I knew that Gill

would look out for her, and I'm sure

my parents would too.

I was to be killed in less than 12 hours, my heart was scheduled to be physically torn from my chest, it was the most efficient way to kill a lycan. I suppose it will cause less pain this way, and that was a mercy that was never granted to my Dylan.

I'm not afraid to admit that I was scared. The dungeon I was currently in was dark, and damp. The smells coming from every square inch of the place caused silent gags to shoot through me, and my hearing was picking up the sound of every single footstep from above me in the main pack house.

"What does it feel like?.." I heard a voice from behind the bars of my cell and growled loudly when the scent of Warren met my nose. A few seconds later he appeared, and nonchalantly rested his arms on one of the horizontal bars on the locked cell door. "Knowing you're finally about to die?"

"At least I will never have to look at

your face again." I spat looking up at

a

the man who used to kiss the ground Josh walked on. I always knew he would end up taking up title if something ever happened to me or Oliver. The bastard was as brutal and cruel as Josh himself, if not more so, because I honestly always thought Josh could be somewhat redeemable, obviously I was wrong, however with Warren, I had always hated the smug bastard and the thought of redemption never once crossed my mind.