Chosen Novel
CHAPTER 83

Chapter 83

Dylan POV

It was a knock at the door that made me bolt upright in bed. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and looked up to see my handmaiden already staring at me with wide eyes. Why she appeared so startled was completely beyond me. That is until Greta walked in, her eyes immediately squinted in accusation and her words sliced through the silver room.

“What is going on here?” As soon as the woman’s voice began 1 felt the bed jolt from behind me and my eyes followed the movement. A loud shocked gasp left me as the beta shot up in bed, I didn’t think about what I was doing when I scurried out from underneath the covers and crashed to the floor after falling off the edge.

How could we have both fallen asleep like that? It’s a bloody good job the king wasn’t there to see us in bed together, I imagine Lewis would have been killed instantly. Although Greta and my personal handmaiden weren’t pleased at all about my guest.

“There is an explanation for this…” I rushed out as I got back on my feet only to see the beta fidgeting slightly from the opposite side of the bed. He must have gotten out of bed almost as quick as me, maybe even Easter. I wasn’t entirely sure what my explanation was going to be though so I turned to look at Lewis, then I realized I didn’t need an excuse, now technically they we’re my subordinates, but they were also wolves and I would never pull rank to get out of a situation, but beta Lewis definitely could.

“The king will hear about this!” Greta stated as she stared at the two of us. I had no doubt that would be the case but I had to still attempt to stop word getting out. Besides nothing had happened. The beta was simply trying to help me last night by stopping me from panicking. He was the one person who actually cared what I was feeling. It really was truly laughably how everyone just stood by and watched my treatment unfold

“There’s nothing to inform the king, well, there is nothing more to say that I haven’t already. Her grace was clearly in a state of distress, I simply did my duty and calmed her.” That’s right, though I’m not sure any of the people in the room were convinced

“No matter. We need to get her grace ready for the day ahead. If you please, lord beta.” Greta had some nerve speaking to the royal beta and gesturing him out the way she did. I’ve never liked her but at least now I see why. The woman was insufferable.

I watched as Lewis awkwardly left the room and sighed, this was not a situation 1 expected to be in. Why couldn’t Lewis have just been my i mate? Yes he’s a wolf, but he’s kind, and treats me like an actual human being instead of a punching bag. Id even managed to gain weight these past few weeks while being under the betas care, granted I was still only allowed the basic meals, however if I was still hungry, Lewis would see to it that I got more, I felt healthier than I had in a long time.

The ladies quickly began to get me ready. I was finally getting used to having daily makeovers, at least up until New, although I did replace it irritating. I just sat there and let them work. My face was prodded with about 20 different make up brushes, my head felt like it had been dragged through a hedge as my hair was pulled and brushed, before being adjourned with a thousand Hobby pins, and finally I was shoved into a tightly fitted corset dress with a full skirt and some high heels on my feet

By the time I was ready, over an hour had passed, I couldn’t help but wonder if Carles had to go through a similar morning routine, of course he is a man, so makeup wasn’t needed, and he hasn’t received half the physical torment I had, but it was possible his was dreary too. After all he was locked in the dungeon for basically two years before his release.

Now he’d been out for a few days yet was still placed in heavy chains. It must be difficult for him to walk with them on especially with our muscle mass being as low as it is.

Upon my exit I was met by Lewis, who instantly began to follow me to the entrance hall where todays Lycan history lesson was being held. I was somewhat replaceing them to be rather informative. The lessons certainly got my mind reeling with ideas and plans, not that they’d ever come into fruition, but a girl can secretly plot the demise of her supposed partner, can’t she?

They may have been long, and they may have resulted in slightly stinging knuckles after getting hit with a ruler a few times, but they really were interesting

“Dylan, you are to go directly to the throne room. Carlos, I believe Lorellia is waiting for you in the gardens. The queen spat at us before taking the arm of Stewart. I felt myself pale at the mention of the gardens. No matter how long it has been since my first defiling, I will never forget it, and I will forever hate that place.

I nodded my head and left only to replace the personal escort that was assigned to me upon my arrival at the palace, Warren. He stood outside waiting for me to leave. I frowned and swallowed thickly, if warren was there then that only meant one thing…

“Where is Beta Lewis?” I asked, my voice taking on a small shake as I looked at the stem man. He hardly moved as his eyes tracked down to stare at my frame.

Chapter 83

“He has business to sort. Was his curt answer, I wasn’t able to say anything else before my upper arm was grabbed and pulled roughly down the corridor causing my body to fail in hopes to catch up to the man dragging me. I fell a few times trying to keep pace but being unable to, hucky Warrens grip was so tight that I wasn’t given the opportunity to fall completely, however I’m fairly certain that fingerprint bruises were now forming on my skin.

By the time we made it to the entrance to the throne room, I was completely out of breath. The doors opened slowly and I was pushed inside only to replace both Gamma Oliver and his grace, King Josh. I fell to my knees instantly at the force of being thrown to the ground and winced slightly at the sensation of my knees slapping the floor.

“It’s so good to be home…” The king slowly raised from the throne at the top of the hall and began to approach my now somewhat quivering body. “Did you miss me, my queen?”

Did I miss him? No, I didn’t miss him at all, not in the fucking slightest.