Chapter 189

Dylan POV

“Mark me!"

I screamed it over the many fighting body's and fell to my knees once more fighting the tears that threatened to fall, my head was hung low as I didn't think Josh had heard me, but I was wrong. Two feet quickly stopped directly in front of my exhausted body, I hadn't even had the chance to lift my head before king josh grabbed hold of my shoulders and lifted me up effortlessly. A loud cry escaped my mouth at the pressure he caused on my mangled arm. 

"What did you say, mate?!" I flinched instantly feeling like the pathetic person I used to be when I was living with his grace. The unadulterated fear that used to consume my very soul flew through me as he held me up to his face. "You now want my mark? You, caused all this death, and at the end of the day, you have still given in. Just like I told you, you would." He spat it venomously as he spoke the very words that caused me to shatter. He was right in the end, I had killed so many people, not that it mattered, I wasn't planning to live with my guilt. "Even with my mark, you won't get out of punishments. If you weren't my mate I would have you hung from the gallows for your blatant disrespect." 

Could he not see that I was dying? Even as I hung there in his grip, my breath wheezed. Even while my body dangled painfully off the ground, I fought for consciousness. I had to see him take his last breath, I had to see him die, before I succumbed to my own injuries. My sight might have been extremely blurry, and my blood loss was infinite, but I forced myself to stay breathing. My body was numb from pain, but my mind had one thing only running through it. 

"Say it again, my queen… tell me how much you want my mark." I didn't want it, I would never want it, but this was the only way for the world to find peace, it was the only way to get him off Lewis. 

I coughed and a string of blood followed, dripping down my chin slightly as I gasped for life. 

"Just Mark me." I think I may have said half of my sentence silently and in my head, but the king still received my permission and he didn't need any other incentive. 

He let his teeth elongate and smiled smugly at my half awake eyes. "I won't be making this painless for you." He roughly placed me down onto my feet and spun my body around so that my back now faced him, he stepped behind me, and inhaled my scent obviously, burying his face into my neck. I could hardly stay stood as my legs shook from under me. His arm snaked across my chest and forced my head to tilt to the side using my messy hair as his handle. "I have been waiting for this moment for so long… after today we will be tied together for eternity." I truly didn’t plan on living that long. I allowed My eyes to scrunch up in anticipation right before his teeth bit down on my flesh. 

A loud cry left my lips at the pain his mark caused me. The bond between us flooded through my body creating a tether connecting us both. I heard a loud moan come from him and swallowed thickly feeling sick to my stomach at the sensation of our connection. 

I bided my time, waiting patiently for the second he released his jaw from my flesh. A new flow of blood trickled out from me where his mark was left and my eyes closed for a split second causing my head to flop. I couldn't let myself die... not yet. 

He kept hold of my body and raised his head, taking in the utter euphoria of finally being officially connected to me, with his head raised in the air and his neck stretched I allowed the blade I was still concealing to fall out of my sleeved good arm and tightened my fist around the hilt. 

Before I could think about my actions I had forced my hand up and with as much strength as I could muster, I impaled the silver weapon deep into the soft section of his neck that sat directly in the center where his collar bones meet, just below the placement of his Adam's apple. He strained a gasp at the initial feeling of my blade penetrating his skin, a sizzling sound coming from the flesh that directly touched the sharp metal blade. 
I too let out a gasp of shock at what I had done. 

The kings grip eased on me drastically, and so I used the opportunity to force my body away from him, before turning to face him and shoving my blade even further into his burning skin. 

His lips parted, as if he was about to yell something, except a small strangled noise floated out, followed by a waterfall of crimson blood leaving his lips. 

He stared at me, his eyes holding nothing now, but sadness, and it caused me to swallow thickly, the look in his eyes made a change, for I had only ever seen him angry or smug. 

I admit that I felt slightly conflicted upon seeing his sorrowful gaze, I hated this man, more than anything in this world and yet with the bond so newly formed, my heart clenched for him as I watched his eyes frantically study my own. 

His hands quickly scrambled to my arms as he wobbled trying to grab me in order to hold himself up, instead his claws just scratched at my skin and tore a chunk off of my already mangled arm as he fell on to his back. It worried me that I didn't even feel the suddenness of his claws scraping me, and pain didn't follow. I imagine the nerves in my arm were too damaged to be able to associate the action with feeling.

I watched as his eyebrows knitted together while he struggled to find his breath. He wheezed and more and more blood poured out of him. I myself collapsed to my knees and crawled over to the dying man quickly. I had to finish it!

I pressed my trembling hand on the weapon that was embedded deep into his skin once again pushed firmly on the hilt, grunting softly when the blade hit the ground from the other side, and out of the back of his neck. 

I wanted him to suffer more than he already had done, nothing would give me as much satisfaction as seeing him scream the way he made me. However, I knew I had to finish this while I had the chance.

So, I wasted zero time in gripping the hilt of the dagger and pulling it down like a lever, watching it as it sliced sideways through his bone and muscles until a huge gash was left. The fact that it was silver made the action so much easier to complete. 

I let tears stream from my eyes as I watched his own teary eyes go glassy. His wheezing stopped instantly and his chest no longer rose up and down. 

King josh was dead. 

I released a very shaking breath and instantly fell myself, my back abruptly hitting the grass below, directly next to the kings dead body. My arm and head poured with blood, and my own breath began to slow down drastically. 

I wasn't desperate to catch my breath like the king had attempted to do. After everything that I had endured, I let my sight gaze upon my abusers body. Laid out so perfectly on the ground and I smiled, knowing i had put an end to my abuse. I allowed my eyes to close and waited patiently for death to greet me, praying with every fiber of my being that I would finally pass on from the world in peace. 

"DYLAN... NO!" I felt my head jolt and my eyes opened for a split second before closing again from exhaustion. "Dyaln, stay with me! Don't leave me! Please don't leave me." Lewis held my body and rocked it gently his hand enveloped my shoulder tightly trying to stop the blood flow. "HELP! SOMEONE!" His voice was desperate in my ears as he rocked and clung onto my limp body with everything he had. "You can't leave me Dyl, You don't get to leave me, not now, not after everything. I love you, I love you so much and I should have told you, I should have told you every single day. Please don't leave me." 

"Lewis..." I whispered, my voice barely meeting my own ears, never mind Lewis's. His warmth helped me feel less and less pain as I welcomed my sudden tiredness with open arms. I couldn't sleep yet though, I needed one more thing, and to get it, I had to be really selfish. "I love..." I had to take a deep breath in as just speaking that one word seemed to knock the wind completely out of me. "You..." I coughed, as the tightness in my chest only grew, each word making me feel more and more pressure on my ribs. I slowly turned my head to the side and showed him my bloody mates mark left by his grace. "Please... Don't let... Don't let me die with his mark." I felt my mind shut down drastically and my hearing cut off. 

I barely heard his voice as my mind switched off, a string of mumbles incoherently met my ears and I began to feel some uncomfortable pressure in intervals on my chest. I imagine Lewis was performing CPR or at least attempting too. 

"Damn it... Dyl?!" I heard him scream. I would never be able to apologize enough to him, for not telling him how much I loved him. 

He had fallen for me, but I couldn’t return his feelings until it was too late. Even after I’m gone, I would always regret not loving him sooner. 

All of a sudden my pain stopped in its  entirety, my body tingled with a warmth I didn't know I could radiate and my heartbeat although extremely slow and barely there, Performed one single flutter. A small smile graced my lips one final time before I blacked out completely. 

He had marked me, Lewis had given me his mark and I actually welcomed it. Now, even in death, the entire world would know that I had chosen Lewis, I had accepted a wolf as my mate, and it wasn't the king. 

I was happy and pain free as I allowed death to greet me, with an accepting embrace.

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**The final chapter of this story will be chapter 200, I can't thank you all enough for the support you have given me throughout the completion of this story. I hope I can do the final 11 chapters Justice.**