Dylan POV After a split second of just staring at him in shock I lowered my head in pure submission. Thank God it was him and not the actual king. We all know what happened the last time I punched him. "I'm sorry, I..." Lewis was quick to cut me off, I was waiting for a slap, or a punch but non came to my surprise. Instead he just chuckled at me. "As punches go, you actually do have quite a right hook." He looked at my shocked expression and sighed. "I know what your going through, a punch to the face is nothing, besides it's quite nice to know your still fighting." Surprise didn't come close to what I was feeling. He wasn't going to punish me for my violence and that in itself was a complete shock to my fragile system. "Shall we proceed?" He gestured me out through the doors and I obliged, the heels I was made to wear clattering on the floor as I went, which hurt my feet more due to not swearing shoes at all for months. "You know, the castle isn't as old as you would expect. Once
Dylan POVI hadn't felt so at ease since long before coming to live here, and it really didn't take long before I fell asleep. I hadn't had any proper sleep in over a month, so the fact that I was comfortable enough, and felt safe enough was an absolute miracle. I woke up some time later and honestly, it was without a doubt one of the best sleeps I've had in a long time. I opened my eyes to find myself actually laid fully on the sofa, my head resting comfortably on the soft fabric arm. A large fluffy blanket was draped over my dress cladded form, and a drink of what looked to be cola in a glass with ice laid on the table in front of me. My mouth literally salivated at the sight before I remembered I was actually in the royal palace. I shot my body up quickly and groaned, still feeling a little achy from the previous night with the king. "Hey, hey. You're ok..." Royal Beta Lewis was quick in noticing my now conscious form and very quick to ease my my panic, he does genuinely seem to
Dylan POVThe beta was quick to help me to my feet as I still sucked in breath, coughing and clutching my now bruising stomach. “Are you alright?”"I'll live, unfortunately." I held on to Lewis's arm for a minute as I tried to quickly regain my breath. I felt the two people in the room stare at me as I finally managed to stand to my full height, my hand still resting on my abused tummy while a frown rested on my face. "You're required to wear this for the event." The lady didn't have a single care about what had just unfolded, instead she held the outfit up. It was the same brown potato sack material that I'd worn in the dungeon for the last month however instead of a dress it appeared to be a long top and some straight leg pants.Lewis turned his back away from me respectfully as I sighed, taking the outfit from the lady. I slipped the top on first over my now entirely naked torso and groaned. The material was indeed the scratchy fabric I had grown accustomed to, the bottom of the t
Dylan POVThe way the king showed me off to the crowd was totally different from a month ago when he first announced me to the world. He got a little bit physical then, and hurt me, but he showed me off somewhat with pride last time, making sure the world knew I was his. This time though, he showed me off in disgust, and destain. Flashes of cameras went off in my face as everyone tried to capture my appearance. The brown potato sack outfit hung off my malnourished body and almost every inch of noticeable skin was littered with scars, cuts and bruises. I was a state. "Accept me and all this will stop!" The king whispered, his eyes glaring with deceit, he tucked my unruly hair behind my ear, and smiled at the disgust on my face, right before I spat blood in his. It was a clear act of pure defiance, and one that I stand by. The look on the kings now blood splattered face was complete outrage, as his fist quickly made contact with my cheek bone. An uproar of gasps sounded as my head wh
Dylan POVI was weak, I knew that and with every stroke of the whip my energy depleted drastically. Hit after hit, the king allowed my torture to continue. After 15 strikes I finally let my tears fall, unable to keep them in any longer. I hated crying in front of people, it was a weakness that could bring joy to your enemies, but I was experiencing far too much. I knew I could do this though, I could endure anything I had to because I knew nothing would be as bad as being marked, and mated to such a cruel beast. After roughly 30 I lost consciousness for about 5 minutes, before he continued. After over 60 I met darkness again, this time for much longer, I was woken by water being thrown over me, by the time it dripped off me and reached the ground it was tinged red. My back poured with blood, my breath was erratic, my lungs stung from lack of oxygen, and my throat burnt from the screams that left it. Sweat poured off me as I feared the death that was so very near, I was too exhausted
Dylan POV. 2 years ago..."Come on in, my moms with Freddie seeing his school, so we're going to have to sort some food out for ourselves. I warn you though, we don't have much in." Me and Nick had just finished our first day of our sophomore year, and it had been a difficult day. Lots of wolves turned 17 over summer break, and so as soon as school started many of them had began to find their mates. We've seen our fair share of adults getting claimed, but even lycan law states you can't claim someone under 16 if you discover them before hand. It's sparked a bit of panic amongst our year as most of us turn 16 at some point during the academic year. "I can't believe those wolves are taking the Juniors as mates now, if we're not careful they will start taking us sophomores too." Nick absentmindedly stated while plopping himself down on my bed and unbuttoning his top button. "They wouldn't dare, at least not until we turn 16." I threw my school bag to the floor and sighed as I found m
Dylan POVI lay there for some time, staring at the wall while occasionally moving my head to face the other side giving my neck some much needed rest bite. I watched the moon go down and the sun begin it's ascent in the sky, and slowly came to the realisation that no one was coming in before dawn. Hours genuinely went by, and they were the best few hours of my time here, yes I was in pain, but I was completely alone, that in itself made me more at ease. Eventually the door to the room opened up and I heard footsteps approach my bed. On instinct I tensed up but quickly eased as Lewis's voice shot through the room. "Are you awake!?" My head turned to his direction and I frowned before nodding slowly. I'd been lying there for hours and since it was Lewis I couldn't see any harm in finally asking for a drink. "Please... can I have some water?" I couldn't help but brace myself for the impact of a fist or even a foot, but instead I watched his face morph into one of guilt, it was a shoc
POV Dylan "Hey!" Lewis quickly crouched down to be at level with my resting self, he gently cupped my probably bruised cheek with his hand, and stroked his thumb over my cheek bone, this was getting weird. "This is nothing that won't heal, Dylan. You have got to stay strong. I know you are hurting, but keep your mind firm." I couldn't see any point in fighting it any more, I really couldn't. My body was screaming at me, agony coursing through every inch of me. "Don't give up on me, please, you can't give in." How on earth was I giving up on him? by doing what exactly? Becoming a punch bag for the king and his family?"Look at me?! I'm broken, he's done it. Any form of hope I ever have just gets destroyed. I'll accept his stupid mark, maybe then my life might at least get a little easier." I sniffled as I hollowly spoke, my words were emotionless but my heart was anything but. The thought of actually accepting such a cruel sadistic man caused my breath to hitch. I'd be bound to him fo