Chapter 191

King Josh POV

The war raged on all around me, and for the first time since it had began, I truly feared death. Lewis was consistently getting the upper hand on me and my attacks, and my worry increased drastically. 

We were both out for blood. Biting, scratching and striking at any chance we got, and currently Lewis was doing a much better job at landing hits than I was at dodging them, the situation wasn’t looking good at all for me or my side of the fight. 

All that changed however when I smelt my mate… Dylan. Her blood was fresh filling my nose and causing a large grin to form on my face, however my hot turned into a smug glee as I noticed the horrified expression on Lewis’s face at whatever had caused Dylan to cry out the way she did. 

It gave me the opening I needed to attack and actually land some damaging strikes. 

Imagine being so blinded by something as juvinile as love, that you allow yourself to be bested in such a damaging way. 

I admit I too was exhausted, if it wasn’t for my matés appearance, this situation could have been drastically different. So once his body began to shift into his human form, I was grateful for the respite. 

Lewis lay below me, panting with a constant frown enveloping his features, while I too shifted back, before attacking once more. He began to cough and splutter, blood seeped from his lips, and his face became excitingly unrecognizable. 

In the end I just couldn’t contain my glee, and so I thought it would be rather enjoyable to begin a rant of mockery. 

"You know, I always thought, if someone was to replace me as the king, it would have been you, Lewis. But instead you had to go around claiming my mate, your queen Luna, as your own. Such traitorous actions can not be over looked. How the mighty fall..." I continued to actively beat him, all while talking. My fists radiated a pain that simply increased my excitement. "What were you thinking?" I laughed at the sight of him. "You thought you could get revenge for your first mate? Is that it? Iliana wanted me! Me! Even as I killed her she begged me to love her." 

Too bad he was never able to avenge her. I grinned widely as my claws elongated and my hand raised high, ready to deliver the final strike. However my movements were halted when the two words I never in my life thought I would hear, graced my ears. 

"Mark me!" 

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who those words belonged too, as a warmth suddenly enveloped my chest. My mate, my horrendously stubborn, pitiful mate, had finally accepted me. 

I didn’t care why, I knew it was to save this pathetic bastard underneath me, but I had no intention of ignoring her desperation for my mark. 

I smiled widely at Lewis, raising my eyebrows once out of cockiness, before leaving him to finally mark my queen. 

I roughly took hold of her shoulders and stared into her hateful eyes, while A loud cry escaped her mouth at the pressure I had used. 

"What did you say, mate?!" The only reply I received was a furrow of her eyebrows and the gathering of tears in her eyes. Her loathing expression, was almost hidden behind the excessive amount of pain she must have felt, of course her hatred only made me more excited for our future. “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." I was right of course. No matter how much she caught I always told her I would mark and mate with her. She was destined to be my queen, she was fated to be forever below me. "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." 

It was true, being my mate I had obviously gone easy on her, perhaps too easy on her. She should have been executed for her mouth alone, never mind her actions, but this was more satisfying, to have her here, begging for me to finally accept her, brought complete euphoria to my core. In fact, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. Perhaps I should make her beg. 

"Say it again, my queen... tell me how much you want my mark." I stared into her soul enjoying the entire situation a little too much, when all of a sudden, my queen coughed. A large string of blood followed, dripping down her chin and it was then when I realized that she was actually very injured. I could suddenly feel water drip from one of my hands and glanced at it, noticing the excessive amount of blood that was flowing out of a large open wound. 

"Just… me." She whispered again, and I shrugged, bringing my face back up to hers and letting my wolf teeth get seen. My mark would heal her much quicker, so I wasn’t overly worried.

“I won't be making this painless for you." I placed her down on her feet, and spun her around pulling her back into my chest so that I could bury my face into her neck, taking her sweet erotic scent in before licking her flesh. “I have been waiting for this moment for so long... after today we will be tied together for eternity."

I truly didn’t care about making it gentle or pouring love into it so that she felt pleasure, no, instead I bit down hard and fast, relishing in the euphoria it gave me, and enjoying it all the more when a loud shout of pain left her lips. 

I moaned, and felt my cock garden to its fullest as i clutched at my queen, feeling the bond flood through me like a tidal wave.

I felt her head flop to the side slightly and I assumed she had passed out from whatever feeling we’re going through her, so I held onto her body as I released her flesh, glancing at my fresh bloody mark before tilting my head back in elation. 

Dylan was MINE! She wore my mark, she had accepted me, she belonged to me and only me, and now nothing, and no one could take her away from me, not even Dylan herself. 

No one could deny a true mates mark, and nobody had ever wanted to. A mates marking was for eternity, it was written as fate by the moon goddess herself, and I was delighted to have finally felt the effects of one. 

For a split second everything felt right, everything felt fated. 

My mind swam with all the plans I had for us and a peaceful smile played on my bloodied lips. 

I would now be able to break her legs, and lock her up, so she could never escape, her downfall would signal the fall of every single human on earth. I would use her body for my pleasure alone… I could force more people to watch, every single person that attempted to help get take her from me, they’d be invited to watch the show of a lifetime. Yes… I would break her down to ashes, for good this time, only to build her back up again so that she would solely dote on me, and me alon…

A gasp racked through me as my eyes widened. A agony filled burn took over my skin and with it the need to scream took over my body. 

My neck and throat elicited a strong and painful burning sensation that could only be caused by one thing… I attempted to gasp once more only to feel my mouth fill with a lake of blood… only this time, instead of being an enemy or the girl whom I lived the blood was different, it was familiar it was my blood. 

Dylan, my queen, my now marked mate, also let out a loud gasp as my grip on her eased. I felt the warmth of her body leave my own, and my eyes lowered to meet hers. 

I saw her hand on the hilt of an obviously silver weapon, that was buried deep within the muscular triangle of my neck, blocking the way for breath to travel through me. 

I frowned in anger, as pain engulfed me. My attempt of shouting my rage failed drastically as only a small strangled noise floated out, while the blood pooling inside my mouth effortlessly flowed out. 

She truly hated me that much! I knew I had caused her a lot of pain, I knew I had almost even broken her beyond recognition, but for her to go as far as to personally kill me, well that was just a sucker punch to the gut. 

I was heartbroken, I didn’t care about hurting her, but I never would have killed my goddess given mate, so I was surprised and distraught that she would. In truth I didn’t think she had it in her. 

I studied her eyes, trying to locate the tiniest bit of affection that she might have had for me, but found absolutely none. I knew in that moment that she had given Her heart to that bastard Lewis, when it was meant for me. 

Well, if I couldn’t have her, then no one could. 

My clawed hands quickly tore through her arms as I wobbled. I tried to hold myself up long enough to do at least some serious damage but my body was failing fast. The silver blade was sucking the life out of me at an alarming rate, and I slammed to the floor on my back before I even realized I was falling, I  attempted to catch my breath but couldn’t sue to the object impaled within me. 

My arms would no longer work and I honestly regretted using the last of their movement to attack Dylan, instead of pulling the blade out of my body. I wheezed, tasting more and more blood and feeling it trickle down both my cheeks and my chin, my sight never leaving hers. 

She too collapsed to her knees, and before I knew it, I could feel more pressure on the blade as it tore through the back of my neck, and watched as she strained to slice the blade down sideways practically decapitating me. 

Inside I was screaming from the hurt and betrayal, she had caused as my breath faltered. 

I was dead, I knew that, however I didn’t think the very last thing I would ever hear would be my queen, telling someone else not to let her die while wearing my mark. 

My heart suddenly stopped beating altogether and a single tear fell out of my eye. 

The last thing my eyes saw before I succumbed was Lewis, biting down gently on the part of Dylan’s flesh that I had claimed. Successfully replacing my mark with his own. 

I died… without a single ounce of affection from the one I called mate, I died knowing that my demise had also ended the new world as we knew it. 

Wolves and humans would never be segregated the way we had been. My version of a perfect world had undoubtably perushed with me.