Chapter 148

Lewis POV.

Last night... holy fuck last night was the best night of my life. I felt like I had claimed her as my own and I'll be the first to admit that I was very satisfied knowing that She would carry my scent with her for months now, not to mention that I fully planned on having sex with her again, it was too incredible not too, if she wanted to that is.

I had no idea she was even capable of being so sexy and erotic, not that it would have bothered me either way, but goddess I was so thankful she gave me a chance. It was a very big possibility that I would become completely addicted to her.

The way her body moved in rhythm with my own, and how she moaned at every single sensation that shot through her had me feeling more pleasure than I had ever felt before. I hadn't ever done anything, even remotely as intimate with someone who gave me as much gratification as Dylan had. I fell asleep last night feeling so elated and at peace that I almost forgot about the current status of the world.

I sighed, feeling my dick begin to jerk to life at the thoughts racing through my mind of last night, and the sensation of finally feeling at one with Dylan. I wasn't pushing for it, nor was I expecting it, but damn, did I enjoy it.

I let my sight wander over to her, and I watched her beautiful face sleeping peacefully while I let out a small sigh of contempt. Her very lips that had attacked mine last night, now rested carefree, and slightly parted as her breath came out in even pants, bringing a small goofy smile to my own as I relished in the moment, knowing she finally felt comfortable enough with me to fully let her guard down.

Just as I was about to gently caress her cheek, She moved, suddenly shifting in her sleep, rolling over so that her face no longer met my eyes, but her naked, very scared back now faced me. 

I still couldn't believe she even let me see it yesterday, I mean, obviously I had seen it before, I was there when Josh commanded it be done and I was obviously there for some other events, but I'd never seen it so up close. I frowned while looking at it, I couldn't imagine how much pain she must have been in that day when the infamous lashing took place, and what made it worse, was the fact that she had those excessive scars as a constant, horrendous reminder of that day.

Before I could stop myself I let my fingers gently touch the healed skin that rested on her back. I let my fingertips trace some of the more prominent lines, the ones that weren't completely overlapped by other scars, and heard a small hum of contempt come from my sleeping girls lips.

I hadn't looked at it properly last night, I wanted to make her feel comfortable, I wanted her to think that her scars didn't bother me at all, but they really did. Not in the way she suspected, she thought they were unsightly, in fact she would probably go as far as to say that they were ugly, but for me, they simply made me angry every time I looked at them. I didn't care about how they looked, no matter what happened this girl would always be beautiful to me. I will admit though, I really did care about how they made her feel, and I was adamant about attempting to make her feel less self conscious about them.

I placed a small barely there kiss on the back of her shoulder and continued to run my fingers over her back, probably creating a faint tickle on her skin, while she began to stir more.

Before she even fluttered her eyes open and look at me, and before I even had the time to say good morning, she froze in her place, her muscles tensed up under my touch and she sucked in a single breath before holding it for a few seconds.

"What are you doing?" She asked jerking her body to turn and face me instead of having her scarred back to me. I saw nothing but horror on her face and I sighed at how insecure she was about it. She had no idea I truly loved her for who she was. Scars and all.

"Im sorry. I just, Want you to know that you're perfect, regardless of what marks you may have." She shook her head and swallowed thickly still staring at the white roof above us.

"Just, please don't touch them... they are ugly and..." I cut her off immediately by cupping her cheek and turning her head to face mine once again. I gently pecked her lips and frowned in sadness at her opinion. I knew she thought they were unsightly.

"They are amazing." I truly didn't care that she had them, I just wanted her to see that I was madly in love with every single part of her. "You stood up for yourself, and never once allowed your views to deviate, despite what you were going through. Those scars are a sign, that you are completely unshakable when it comes to making a better world. The fact that you received them, instead of submitting, shows just how far you're willing to go to have equal footing. You should be damn proud of them."

It was a known fact that Dylan possessed a mouth that ran away with her most of the time, if not all of the time, however for the first time since I had known her, she was speechless and simply stared at me. 

"I'm basically a walking talking poster child for abuse, Lewis. Every part of my skin has some sort of mark or memory of what the king did to me. Even if I am proud of myself, I hate my body because it was powerless to do anything against him." She sighed and shuffled up to rest her head on my chest, as soon as she did she spoke again, quietly, making me completely understand where she was coming from. "My back is the worst, I can't even shower properly, because either the pressure of the spay or the temperature of the water causes me pain. It's not a simple matter of the way it looks, even though it's not pleasant in the slightest, but it's still..."

"...Causing you to suffer." I finished her sentence off while a flash of guilt shot through me at not realizing sooner. I ought to have known really, her scarring was excessive I really ought to have figured it out sooner that her skin was so thin and fragile because of it that certain things would cause discomfort. "I'm sorry, I should have known."

"I didn't tell you, and you're not a mind reader. Well, I guess you sort of are, but only to wolves." She chuckled trying to lighten the mood. "Lewis... can I ask you something?" She suddenly looked very serious despite our attire being nonexistent.

"Of course, I'm always here if you need anything. I hope you know that." She nodded with a small smile and nothing but sincerity clouding her eyes. She knew that she could ask anything of me, I could tell she knew that much.

"Lewis, what do expect to happen after king Josh and his family have been defeated?" Now she had my complete and utter undecided attention. I thought she would have asked me something about last night, and our activities, but instead she went straight into this topic.

I could tell that the weight of things was really starting to get to her. I admit, I wasn’t really sure she could carry everything that people expected her too, even still I gave her my honest answer.

“I think the world will end up in complete limbo.” I sat up from my laid down position and looked at her nothing but seriousness on my face. “And… I think a lot of people expect you to take the throne.” She sighed turning her head to me, she didn’t want to take over from Josh, anyone with a brain could see that much.

“I didn’t ask what other people expect, Lewis. I asked you. What do you think should happen after the king is gone?” I think she’d make a fucking good ruler, if I was being completely honest, but I know that wasn’t the answer she wanted from me.

“I don’t know, I think we need to take josh down before we even think about the aftermath.” She shook her head and sighed, sitting up herself and looking at me, caution embedded into her beautiful orbs.

“We will have the opportunity to get more people involved with our rebellion, but only if we have a plan set in place. Everyone thinks it should be me to sit on the throne, but I don’t know the first thing about ruling over people. Not to mention everyone only wants me to become they thing the moon goddess chose me specifically for that role.” Her hands three themselves into the air and she scoffed at the situation. I was simply baffled.

I had told her personally time and time again that people rally behind her because she’s not afraid to speak up, so many other people have told her that she is the reason they are fighting, that she alone had the ability to rally everyone together, she can revoke change, and yet, she had such little doubt in herself that it was almost heartbreaking to hear.

I couldn't for the life of me comprehend how perfect she was, and how brave she is about everything. She stood up to lycans for years and still can’t see the impact she has.

“Dylan, you may not like the answer to your questions.” I had to be honest with her did I, I mean I couldn’t just tell her what she wanted to hear, because then after the inevitable war, we would be no better off.

“You think I should accept the crown?!”

“I think you’re a natural leader. I think despite all your reservations, when the time comes you’ll accept your role within the world, and I honestly and genuinely think you’ll become exactly what the world needs.” I watched her orbs grow slightly at my words, but I spoke my truth. I truly believe that once josh is out, Dylan will naturally unknowingly take over. “I don’t even think you’ll understand exactly what that is, but I do know, you are the one who will invoke change.”

“Why though? I’m just one person, how can everybody expect me, of all people, to carry the weight of the entire world on my back.” He head shook very slightly and a frustrated groan sounded out from her as she buried her face into her hands. “I have a big mouth, I know that, if I had just kept my ducking mouth shut in the beginning then none of this would have happened.”

“You still would have been the queen, you still would have had to endure torture from josh, he’s to narcissistic to know any different, whether you were compliant or not.” I had seen josh for exactly who he was, and I had no doubt in my mind that he would have done exactly the same things to her, if she had in fact accepted him. The only difference is, she would have willingly and compliantly accepted it, at least this way she made her views very clear from the get go.

“I don’t doubt it… but it’s not the king who is causing my anxiety and fear at the minute. It is societies insanely high expectations of me, it’s just impossible to live up to them.”