Chosen Novel
CHAPTER 71

Chapter 71

Dylan POV

These lessons with the dowager queen Luna were proving to be a lot tougher than I first thought. We were currently walking down a long hallway decorated with large portraits of people, the queen was currently going through the history of the lycanthrope, while I was trying my hardest to retain the information she gave me. The issue was, I was having an extremely difficult time retaining the information, I wouldn’t call her the best teacher in the world, because she wasn’t teaching me, she was just telling me, I tried to take notes as we walked but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Wait, can you please say that last thing again, your grace?” She stopped in her tracks and walked over to me, I quickly felt the slap of her ruler on my left hand yet again and my pen fell out of my grasp and hit the floor

because of it.

“Why should I even bother to continue when you clearly are not listening.” I was though, I was listening as best as I could, but she was speaking too fast and I missed the part about the royal family.

“I’m trying to listen, you’re just going too fast.” Another crack sounded and the sting in my knuckles became more prominent. She wasn’t hitting as hard as the king would, not by a long shot, but she was still causing a mild sting to set in. It wasn’t helping me at all to concentrate though.

“Must I speak to you as if you are a simpleton?” I didn’t reply to her obvious rhetorical question, I just looked at my very roughly scribbled notes and prayed I could read them later, it was important information I was

receiving.

“I’m human remember, I’ve never had to learn this stuff!” I somewhat snapped at her, it was a subject I knew very little about, which she knew, and yet was still giving me such a difficult time. With his grace not present in the palace at all, I should be doing whatever I wanted, within reason of course, but I wasn’t lucky enough. In fact I’d go as far as to say I’m one of the most unlucky people in existence. Why couldn’t I have been paired with, at the very least, a nice wolf, or better still, just not be forced into being someone’s mate at all? I really was the most unlucky person in the world.

“Well, now you must learn it. So pay closer attention… These are all the past rulers, dating from the first wolf to ever shift. It is said that after pleading to the moon goddess, she chose to bless a small village after their homes were destroyed by drought and wild fire caused by the sun god, and thus created the first wolf pack in existence, that village leader was the one who requested her help, and was later crowned the first king of the lycanthrope…” The queen spoke without so much as turning around to look me in the eye. She simply continued telling me the story of the first ever pack. I wonder, if that is the case and the first ever ruler was actually turned from a human into a wolf, then perhaps the lycan kind could be turned into humans once again?

Maybe it was important that I learn this. Maybe I could plan or do something with the information, I could even do more research under the guise that I was simply studying.

“Those wolves began to feel incomplete and they quickly left the confines of the village to spread themselves out, so they could replace their purpose. Sometime later every single one of them found they were each fated to a single person, they were destined to be with someone who who made them feel whole, gifted to them by the moon goddess herself, they knew that once mated they would be stronger and feel complete once again. Most found they were mated to the other wolves from their pack however some were unfortunately mated to

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humans,”

She continued on down the corridor of past rulers, and stopped at a large portrait of the kings father, the previous ruler.

“The stronger the wolf the more likely they were to be mated to another of their kind, but you…” She stopped in her tracks and finally turned to face me, I was caught off guard by her movements and had to take a step back quickly so I wouldn’t bump into the woman. “You are an arrogant, disobedient human who for some

is reason has been fated to the alpha king, one of the strongest royals we have ever had, a human queen Luna, unheard of, never before have we had a royal human, yet the moon goddess has chosen you out of millions of both human and lycan females. The question is, why?”

What was she insinuating? It’s not like I had a choice in any of this. If I had it my way, I would have graduated high school, got a job as a human porter so that I could control what would get smuggled in and out of the district and I would have done anything I possibly could in order to have helped protect my family from the world we lived in. That was the only little life I saw for myself in this new world, either that or I’d have been executed. Instead I get fated to the king whose family ordered the slaughter of mine, ripped away from my home, tortured both physically and mentally by the same immature sadistic asshole that I’m fated to, and left to rot in the palace all the while the rest of the world moves on.

“You tell me! It’s not like I chose this life.” This was not going well, she turned to look completely at me, she wasn’t happy, but I had no idea why she was telling me all this or what her insinuations were regarding mine and his grace’s fated pairing. “Maybe this goddess made a mistake.”

“The moon goddess is the most revered being in this world, she does not make mistakes. You are destined to be with my son, that is indisputable, what I don’t understand is why? What does the moon goddess know about you that makes you worthy of my son?” My worthy of him, only then did I realize that the queen was high on something. So I didn’t hold a title or the ability to shift, so what? I had more integrity in my little finger than his grace did in his entire body.

I don’t know why I was chosen to be the queen of the new world. I don’t know why I was so unfortunate that I was destined to King Josh, what I did know though, was that I would do everything in my power to not submit to him. He could punish me in any way he deemed appropriate, but I would never bend enough to break.